Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

I only thought for a moment about Emma being placed in the same position as I and having her bottom filled, perhaps not with a plug but her men's cocks. They'd been married long enough for her to be able to be fucked there. Perhaps I'd ask her about it when—

"Oh!" I cried, the cold, blunt and very slippery plug nudged against my back entrance.

Rhys expertly twisted and pushed and worked it into me, wider and wider and wider until I didn't think I could take anymore. "Rhys, please," I groaned.

Just after I uttered the words, the plug narrowed again and my muscles clenched tightly around the narrow section. The wide, hard portion filled me so differently than ever before. It was wide like a cock but not deep, and stretched my opening as the other plugs had. Outside of me, I could feel the cool flat wood parting my cheeks slightly but holding the plug securely within. Rhys tugged on the base and I groaned once again. With my bottom so full, my pussy felt empty.

Perhaps Rhys was a mind reader, for he said, "Is your pussy lonely, love? Let's get you all filled up."

Within seconds I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy and sliding in, much slower than Simon, but there hadn't been a large plug in my bottom at the same time. Simon moved to stand beside Cross and they both squatted down so their faces were right before mine.

When Rhys' cock bottomed out, the flared head nudging my womb, my eyes widened. I'd never felt so full. I moan

ed.. They grinned.

"Like having something in your arse and pussy? Soon enough we'll have one of our cocks in your pussy, another in your arse and another in this perfect mouth," Simon leaned forward and kissed me, my breath coming out in quick pants as Rhys began to fuck me at a vigorous pace.

"The plug is making her so tight," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "I'm not going to last."

"Are you ready to come, Olivia?" Cross asked. I nodded, for the way Rhys' hips bumped into the base of the plug every time he filled me—how snug he was when he did so—had him rubbing and bumping and nudging places inside me that were new, that were so hot, so intense I couldn't hold back.

"You may come." Cross' voice was soothing, yet commanding. "Show us your pleasure. Squeeze Rhys' cock when you do."

Perhaps it was Cross' words or the erotic feel of being fucked and filled so completely, but I came with a scream, so lost in the flood of heat and pleasure that coursed through me that I forgot all about where I was and who might hear. I tossed my head back, my eyes fell closed and my muscles tensed, as if I held still the feelings would never end. Rhys gripped my hips in his firm hold and held me in place as he thrust deep one last time, a growl escaping his throat as he filled me to overflowing. He leaned forward, slapping a hand on the table beside mine and kissed my sweaty neck, nuzzled against my ear before slowly pulling out.

I slumped onto the desk, my heated cheek savoring the cool wood. I could fall asleep just as I was, for I felt boneless and relaxed and blissfully sated. Cross and Simon stood to their full heights and came around behind me. I should be concerned at how I appeared, my pussy dripping with their seed, not doubt swollen and red, for it felt hot and well used. The plug was still tightly lodged within my bottom. I must have been quite a sight, but I didn't care. They were right; I had wanted their attentions, needed to have validation that I was wanted. How had they known even when I hadn't?

I pushed up onto my elbows, and then felt firm hands about my waist helping me up, and then holding me firmly as I settled. Simon looked down at me and grinned, kissing my forehead tenderly. "Let's eat, lass. I'm hungry as a bear."

Then I remembered my scream. "I...I can't go back out there, they'll know," I said.

Simon picked up my drawers from the floor and shoved them into his pants pocket, a hint of the white fabric peeking out, and winked at me. It seemed I wasn't to have them back.

"They do know, love, and trust me, they won't say a thing. All of them, at one time or another, except McPherson—Simon's brother, I mean, and MacDonald—have tended to their wives at one time or another near the others. You come first," Rhys replied.

"You're not embarrassed?"

Cross tilted my chin up. "Embarrassed for pleasing our woman so well that she screamed in pleasure? Definitely not. Quite the opposite, in fact."

Male preening did not help at all. "Can I clean up beforehand at least? Please take the plug out, Rhys, and let me have a cloth."

All three men shook their heads.

"No," Rhys said.

"Nay, lass," added Simon.

"You wanted our attention and you had it," Cross replied. "With the plug in your ass, their seed dripping from your pussy and the taste of mine on your tongue, will ensure you remember that we are always with you."

"Always," Rhys added, opening the door for me.

As we went out to join the others, walking carefully with the plug still settled deep, I wasn't soon going to forget.

CHAPTER NINE

OLIVIA

Over the next few days, the men were extra attentive, ensuring that one of them was with me at all times. I had not recognized my need for their presence, or that I was worried that they, too, might leave me, but they had. While I could not blame my parents for their untimely deaths, I did blame them for leaving me. As for Uncle Allen, I couldn't deny him the woman he loved or the family he'd made. I couldn't be selfish. But what of Simon, Rhys and Cross? Would they want to leave me as well? Did I crave them in a way that had me taking their attention however I could get it, even if it were to bicker?