Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

“That’s correct.” That was a safe question. I’d married two dominant, virile men. There wasn’t a chance I was making it through my wedding night without it being consummated.

“Did they both fuck you?”

I could see my breasts beneath the water, my nipples soft, but I remembered how hard they were when Parker took one, then the other, in his mouth.

“Yes.”

“Together?” Her question was full of amazement.

I shook my head. I’d piled my hair up on top of my head with a few pins, but the curls swung about my face and neck. “They said I wasn’t ready, that I needed to be trained.”

“Mmm,” she replied thoughtfully.

“Chloe.” I had a question for her, but was afraid to ask. But I took a deep breath, for perhaps she was the only person I could ask. “In this context, what does it mean to be trained?”

She pushed her legs out straight in front of her. “Your men are thoughtful lovers. They want to fuck your ass, but it’s probably really tight.”

I flicked my gaze at her, then looked away. I offered a sheepish nod, for this discussion about such a private part of my body made me horribly uncomfortable, but I wanted her to continue.

“Your ass—not you—needs to be trained, to be slowly stretched so that it can take a cock without hurting you.”

“Oh.” I thought of Sully’s finger and how he’d used that to train me.

“How would they go about doing that?” I asked, not letting on about Sully’s finger. That I wasn’t sharing.

“Oh, well, with plugs.”

I frowned, thinking about the one at the bottom of the tub.

She stood, then went right for the door. “Be right back!”

She was gone before I could even wonder where she went. I used the soap on my body, then cupped my hands to rinse my shoulders. I was finishing when Chloe returned, closing the door once again behind her. She held up a small object.

“This is a plug.” She waggled her eyebrows.

It looked like a… “It’s a sock darner?”

She shook her head and giggled again. “No, silly. It goes up your ass. See how it’s narrow at the top and then flares out? That stretches you open, then it narrows again. This here is the part that sticks out and holds it in place.”

“Is that yours?”

She looked at me as if I were not right in the head. “Of course not. We have a carpenter make these for the brothel. This was in the box of ones just delivered.”

My mouth fell open at the very idea and my bottom clenched at the thought of that being put inside me. “I’ve never… I mean, no one ever used one of those when we were watching.”

She put her finger to her lip. “I don’t remember watching with you anyone getting ass fucked, or even playing. If we did, they wouldn’t have used one of these because they would have been experienced and wouldn’t have needed any help.”

That made sense.

“Then—” I was about to ask her another question, but a knock disrupted me.

“Mary.”

Chloe looked to me.

“It’s Sully.”

“Do you want me to let him in?” she whispered.