"I...I don't like to be seen like that," she murmured. "I've never even shown my ankle in public before and it was too much."
"We appreciate your honesty." Mason gave her a small smile. "You enjoyed listening to Ann with her husbands. Your body never lies."
Her cheeks turned pink at his words.
"Perhaps, but I don't like to share that...with others." She pushed the bottom of the shirt between her legs and kept them there. It was like a shield, protecting her virtue as best she could. We'd already taken it—her virtue, not her virginity—so it was just a show of modesty. We let her keep it. For now.
"You didn't like knowing the other men found you so beautiful?"
She turned her head away from me at my words.
"A woman's needs come first, sweetheart. We do not want you upset, therefore we will ensure you are more modestly covered from now on. Know this, we will not share you with the others. Ever," Mason vowed. He pried her fingers from her shirttails. "Your body will be for us alone."
Starting at the bottom button, he worked the shirt open, revealing first her pussy, then her navel, and then the swell of her full breasts. When he parted the two sides, she sat there between us on full display.
"So beautiful, sweetheart. Lay back," I murmured, gently pushing on her shoulders so she fell back onto the bed. She was skittish, fearful even. It was our fault she was this way, not realizing her modesty was stronger than her arousal. Therefore, it was our job to fix it. I slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor. Grabbing her behind the knees, I tugged her toward the edge of the bed. Lifting one leg, then the other, I placed them over my shoulders.
Laurel came up on her elbow to look at me. Her green eyes were wide, confused. "Brody, what are you doing?"
"Tasting you." I didn't say more, just parted her with my fingers, lowered my head to her pussy and licked her there. Her folds were slick and she bucked at the slightest touch of my tongue. Working my way upward, I easily found her hard clit.
"Brody!" she cried when I flicked it. Again and again. Her fingers went into my hair, tangled in it, pulled on it, pulled me into her. Mason took hold of her right knee and placed it on his lap, opening her even wider for me.
We'd agreed to keep her pussy empty, but it didn't stop me from circling the very tip of one finger around the opening, teasing her. The combination had her thrashing on the bed.
"Do you like having your pussy eaten? Do you like how Brody makes you feel? Oh, yes, you like your nipples tugged, don't you?" Mason had moved his hands so he plucked and worked her nipples, only adding to the level of stimulation.
Her heel dug into my back as she screamed her release, so easily brought to climax. Her pussy clenched down on the tip of my finger as if it wanted to pull it in, desperately needing to be filled. Her juices seeped onto my hand. She was so hot as I continued to lick, to suck on her tender flesh until her muscles relaxed and she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath.
I kissed her thigh as I sat back on my heels, taking a hold of her ankles and placing her feet on the very edge of the bed. I glanced at Mason and I nodded. He stood and went to the dresser, bringing back the hand carved butt plug and jar of ointment. We switched places, Mason moving between her spread thighs, getting a very direct view of her needy pussy.
"See this, sweetheart?" I held up the thin plug for her to see. Her eyes were foggy still, her skin flushed a pretty pink, a hint of perspiration covered her breasts. "This is going to make you feel so good."
A little frown formed in her brow. Dipping my fingers in the ointment, I coated the end of the plug. "Rhys makes these. Besides being an exceptional carpenter, he's very adept at making dildos and plugs. He's a master at the lathe." Her frown grew. "It's not just for spindles."
I passed the plug to Mason.
"This one is very small, very thin, but it has two round areas. See that?" Mason held it up for her before placing the round tip at her back entrance.
She wasn't confused any longer. "Mason!"
"We can't fill your pussy, we promised you that. Your arse, however, is going to be breached and this will help to stretch you."
Laurel shook her
head in disagreement. "Why would you want to do that?" She winced when Mason pushed the plug against her ring of muscle.
"Because arse play feels good and when a cock fills you there, you're going to love it."
Her eyes widened as she considered my words.
"Relax, sweetheart. Look at me. That's it. Take a deep breath, now exhale. Good girl."
"Just like that, Laurel," Mason added as the top slipped in. The plug was long and thin, narrower even than my smallest finger. The end had a round tip so it flared slightly, then had a second round section about two inches down the length. We'd asked Rhys to create a plug that was more of a toy than something we'd leave inside her, just an introduction into arse play. "You took it so well." Mason ran a finger around the plug, touching the slightly stretched ring and letting the nerves there awaken.
Laurel's eyes widened in surprise.
"See?" I asked her. "It feels good, doesn't it?"