Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

“You came without permission, therefore you will be punished.”

A little whimper escaped her throat. She didn’t fear the word punished, only clenched Sully’s forearm.

Turning her about, he pointed to the ottoman. “Hands and knees, Mary. You were so beautiful when you came, but you didn’t obey us. Now we’re going to spank your ass a nice shade of pink.”

“But… but it was just too good!” she argued, but walked to the cushioned piece of furniture, ideal for a punishment spanking.

“If you like having your pussy spanked, then you’re going to love this,” Sully added.

As she moved into position with her ass up, her breasts swaying beneath her, I said, “If she loves it, it’s not a punishment.”

I stroked over her lush curves, slid a hand down the inside of one thigh. While I encountered her copious arousal, I spread her knees further apart. “Down on your forearms.”

When she complied, her nipples touched the cool leather and her ass thrust upwards. Her pussy, so pink and wet and perfect, was on complete display. My cock ached to plunge inside, my balls pulling up tight to my body, but I would wait. For now. For now, I would enjoy this first time with Mary, learning what she liked, what she loved, what made her pussy flood.

And so I brought my hand down on her ass, the spot turning instantly red. She gasped at the surprise of it, then the sound shifted to a whimper as the sting of it surely settled and morphed into heat.

“We may have to think of something that isn’t quite so… pleasant.”

She cried out and came back up onto her hands, her head lifting so she looked at Sully.

He shook his head, and told her to return to her position. His voice was deep and commanding and she obeyed instantly.

I spanked her again, but in another spot, then another. While Mary wiggled her hips, she didn’t shift out of position. With each spank, she moaned, the sound wrapping around my balls and squeezing tight.

Sully squatted down directly before her, cupped her chin. He kissed her gently. “You like being spanked by your men, don’t you?”

Her face was flushed, her skin damp. Her hair, pinned in a tight bun at her nape, came loose in long tendrils and clung to her cheeks and neck.

She looked at him, their faces close. “Oh yes. It… it hurts, but then it doesn’t. My skin is hot and tight and… I want to come.”

Sully smiled at Mary’s admission. “That’s a good girl for telling the truth. While you could have told us differently, your body doesn’t lie. But remember, this is supposed to be a punishment and you’re not supposed to like it.”

“I can’t… not like it,” she admitted.

Sully stood to his full height and came to stand beside me. We took a moment to just look our fill, at our virgin wife, naked and on her hands and knees, reddened ass thrust high, her pussy swollen and weeping with need. She was gorgeous… and ours.

“While she’s a virgin, she’s definitely not innocent,” I told Sully. “Perhaps we can begin our training now.”

Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at us. Her hair was wild about her. “Training?”

I pointed to my cock. “You’ll take this, sweetheart. In your pussy, your mouth and your ass.”

Sully undid his pants, pulled his cock free, and her eyes widened. “And you’ll take mine, too. At the same time.”

Her mouth fell open as she glanced back and forth at our two eager cocks. Yes, we’d just surprised her. Sully chuckled. “Didn’t know about that, did you?”

She shook her head and licked her lips. As I went to retrieve the glass jar of ointment from the dresser, I could only imagine what was going through her pretty head.

CHAPTER SIX

MARY

It felt so good. How did something that was painful feel so good? When Parker’s palm connected with my bottom, it hurt! That sharp, stinging pain that seeped into me and made me cry out. But at the same time, my pussy clenched and ached to be filled with his cock. I’d seen it and it was big and thick and so terribly hard. Bigger than any other cock I’d seen. The men I’d seen while eavesdropping were small in comparison. And now, because he was spanking me, I wanted him to fuck me.

What did that make me? Oh God. Did that mean I’d like—

“Where did that pretty head of yours go?” Sully asked, stroking down my back. “Something’s made you tense all of a sudden.”