Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

"Rebecca," Dash's voice was deep and insistent.

"It's wet there and I think even dripping down my thighs. That's never happened before."

I saw Dash's arm reach out and felt a finger slide up the inside of my upper thigh. When he brought that finger to his mouth, my mouth fell open as I watched him lick my moisture from it.

"Mmm, sweet. Just as I thought."

Tears lodged in my throat. "I'm...I'm sorry," I admitted, trying to step back. Dash grabbed my hips and tugged me forward and I had no choice but to put my knee on the chair beside his pant-clad thigh. Another quick tug and my other leg was placed in a similar fashion on the other side. My swaying breasts were inches away from his mouth.

"Ye are supposed to be wet. Dripping, even. That's a sign yer body wants us, that it wants to fuck. So while your pretty pink lips may be saying no, yer body is saying yes."

"There's...there's nothing wrong with me?" I asked, still unsure.

"Nay, ye are perfect." Dash's words made my worries melt away. "I would ask ye if ye liked Connor's fingers on yer pussy, but we know the truth. We're going to touch ye there now, get ye all ready for my cock."

Connor moved back around behind me and I felt his fingers over my flesh, his forearm against my bottom. Dash's hand—palm up—stroked me from the front. Combined, they touched me everywhere. The seam of my womanhood was stroked, then parted, and a finger—I didn't know whose—found that place, my clit, that throbbed and pulsed and made me buck up higher on my knees. It flicked and then circled that spot until a second finger joined, squeezing then pinching that sensitive bundle of flesh. As this was happening, another finger circled my opening, and then dipped inside. I couldn't remain silent; it was truly impossible.

"Oh dear Lord," I whispered.

My hips moved of their own volition and I felt a sheen of sweat mist my skin. Nothing mattered except the feelings they were working from my body. Nothing existed but my pussy and what Connor and Dash were doing to it.

The pleasure built and built and I became frantic. I didn't know when I put my hands on Dash's shoulders, but I held on, digging in to the hard muscle. The finger inside me began to move, out and then in, again and again.

"Ah, there's her maidenhead. It's nae verra deep."

Neither hand stopped its ministrations and I didn't think much of what Connor had said.

"Break it," Dash replied. "I dinna want to see pain on her face when she sinks down on my cock."

The finger on my clit began to circle faster.

"A small bit of pain, lass, then nay more."

"What? I—ah!" I cried out Connor's finger slid all the way into me. I felt my maidenhead tear and their words made sense. My hips stilled as I was filled so deeply with Connor's finger. While I didn't move, his finger didn't stop, sliding in and out, and then one was replaced by two, stretching me wide.

It had hurt, but briefly, nothing more really than a pinch. The feeling of his two fingers deep inside me though was not exactly comfortable.

"She's so bloody tight," Connor growled.

Tight. That was the word. My muscles were not accustomed to being parted and opened as they were, but it did not matter, nothing mattered, when Dash did something different to my clit.

"Oh!"

Dash grinned wickedly. "Dinna fear the rush of feelings, sweetheart. Let us take ye over. We won't let anything happen to ye."

He was almost crooning to me as the two men worked my pussy in a way that made me frantic; my eyes squeezed shut, my face pinched in desperation, a need inside me was so great I could barely stand it. "I...I don't know how. What is...? Dash, please!"

Both men must have sensed my frustration, for the two fingers inside me curled and ran over the inner wall of my womanhood, brushing against some place, some sensitive spot that had my eyes popping open, my breath catching in my throat. The pleasure overtook me as I looked at Dash in surprise. It was like the fireworks I'd seen at a ball in London, hot and bright and full of spark. It overtook me, and I could hear my ragged breathing, feel my body rock and shift on their agile fingers. They continued to stroke and circle until the last hints of the pleasure eased away, leaving me wilted and so blissfully sated.

"What...what was that?" I asked, licking my dry lips.

"You came, and quite beautifully." Dash gripped my hips securely and began lowering me down onto his cock as he continued to speak. I felt my slick essence that had coated his fingers on my hip. "Connor broke yer maidenhead so I'll slide right in."

Carefully, Connor's fingers slipped from me and the hands on my hips lifted me, pulling me forward, then lowering me back down until I felt something large and blunt notch perfectly against my entrance.

Connor moved before me and held up his two fingers that had been inside me. They were glistening and wet, although a tinge of red coated them as well. I recognized it as my virgin blood. I could feel my walls stretching, widening as that broad head pushed in.

"You're too big," I told Dash, breathing hard.