Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

“I was just thinking.”

“Mmm,” Parker murmured. “Perhaps I wasn’t spanking you hard enough to forget everything else?”

I stiffened again.

“Mary,” Sully scolded. “Out with it.”

“I thought of Benson. If I like it when you spank me, if I like the pain you bring, woul

d I like what he’d do to me after all?”

Both men came around to kneel before me. Sully tugged me up so I knelt on the ottoman before them.

“Benson likes to hurt women. That’s what brings him pleasure. Inflicting it, the marks, her response. He likes to see her hurt.”

Parker nodded at Sully’s words. “We would never truly hurt you. You liked your spanking and that’s why we gave it to you. We are the ones in control. We get pleasure from dominating you, when you submit to our commands. While you might feel pain, it’s mild and it brings immediate pleasure.”

I thought about his words. When Parker spanked me, it had hurt, but not terribly and pleasure morphed from it almost immediately. I’d liked it. No, I’d loved it.

“Does the idea of being whipped appeal to you?” Sully asked.

My eyes widened and I crossed my arms over my chest. I shook my head vehemently.

Parker smiled and they each took one of my hands in theirs. Their thumbs stroked over my palms, the gesture gentle and soothing.

“That’s the difference, sweetheart,” Parker added. “You don’t want it and so we won’t do it. It’s not what makes you happy, what brings you pleasure, so it doesn’t make us happy or bring us pleasure either.”

“You like spanking me?”

They grinned wickedly, glanced down at their cocks, both jutting thickly from between their legs.

“Enough about Benson. We’re not done with you yet. You need to be punished still for coming without permission. Clearly a simple spanking is not punishment.”

Sully touched the tip of my nose. “Yes?” he asked.

Even though they were so commanding, so dominant, they ensured that I was all right.

I nodded once. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Back into position, sweetheart.” Parker’s voice lost that tenderness and was deep and commanding. The tone sent a chill down my spine and I obeyed.

“It is my turn then,” Sully said, moving around behind me. “Perhaps Parker is just too nice.”

I laughed at that, but it turned into a moan when his blunt finger slid through my folds, then slipped inside me.

I moaned at the feel of something inside my pussy. It burned a little, for his finger was big and I was a virgin.

“Dripping,” he said before pulling his finger out.

I felt empty. Wiggling my hips, I hoped he’d take my hint and put his finger back in.

A hand came down on my bottom. Not harder than before, just… different. “We say how and when, sweetheart. You want my finger back?”

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I wanted to clench down on it, pull it into me.

When it returned, it wasn’t where I expected. The slick tip pressed against the darkest of places. I stiffened, but a hand settled on my bottom as the finger swirled about.

“By your response to Sully’s finger pressing against your tight asshole, we can assume you never saw a woman get her ass fucked?” Parker asked.