Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

I shook my head, focusing on the odd sensations Sully’s finger wrought. He wasn’t rough, but gentle and yet insistent. I dropped my head between my hands, my forehead resting on the cool leather. I glanced through my parted thighs and saw Sully’s strong legs.

The finger retreated, and I sighed, but then it returned, slick and cold. This time, his pressure was more insistent, but still gentle, pressing and opening me.

I gasped as he slowly pushed into me.

“Relax. Let me in. Good girl. Another deep breath. Yes, like that. See? Your ass opened right up for me.”

My fingers clawed at the leather ottoman as Sully gained entrance. I was stretched and the tip of his finger filled me. It didn’t hurt, but was uncomfortable.

“Why? Why would you want to—”

Wondering why they’d think I’d want a finger inserted there, I began to ask them just that, but instead of a verbal response, Sully pulled his finger back just a touch and where his finger stroked, it came alive. A tingling flare of heat had me crying out, and quite loudly.

Sully chuckled, then worked his finger back in. Since I was eager for it, I was relaxed and he slipped a touch deeper than before, only to retreat.

“Yes!” I cried. “Oh dear lord, yes.”

Sweat broke out across my skin and my need to come went from a warmth to a raging fire throughout my body.

“This is just the tip of my finger fucking your ass, sweetheart. Imagine if it were my cock,” Sully said, slowly moving his finger in and out.

“I’m going to come,” I warned. It was like a steam train, unable to stop.

“Oh no,” Parker warned. “Your punishment is to hold off your pleasure. You are not allowed to come. Sully’s going to spank you ten times and you’ll count each one.”

His hand came down and I heard the loud crack before I felt the burn of it. But that didn’t register in my mind as much as his finger in my ass slid in even deeper. I moaned, so woefully and desperately. How did it feel so good?

“Count, Mary,” Sully said.

“One,” I breathed, rubbing my heated cheek against the leather.

Spank!

Sully’s finger pulled almost out of my ass and I saw colorful lights behind my eyelids.

“Two!”

Spank!

His finger slid in even deeper.

Spank after spank, I counted. Spank after spank, Sully worked his finger in and out of my ass.

My body was desperate to come. The need to let go, to give over to the sheer bliss of it, was my every thought. It was a painful pleasure. Sweet pain that made my nipples harden, my clit ache. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

I counted and willed my need back, just enough so that when I whimpered, “Ten,” I was on the very brink.

Sully pulled his finger completely from me.

“No! Please, no,” I cried. I didn’t want his finger to stop.

With an arm about my waist, Sully lifted me into his arms as I watched Parker lie down on the large ottoman, his head and back resting comfortably, his legs extended off and his knees bent so his feet rested on the floor. His cock jutted straight toward the ceiling, clear fluid beading at the narrow slit.

Sully lowered me so my knees were on either side of Parker’s waist, my pussy hovering directly over his cock.

“Time to give yourself to us,” Parker said, his cock in hand. He stroked himself, the flesh red and swollen and angry looking. “Ever seen a woman ride a man’s cock?”

I nodded, biting my lip.