Their Wayward Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 2)

She grinned then, recognizing her power over us.

"Did Brody play with your arse this morning?"

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She might no longer be a virgin, but she was still innocent. "Yes," she whispered.

Mason directed with his chin. "Show me."

Slowly, she turned onto her stomach.

"Not like that. You know how I like to look at you."

She rolled over, placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, knees bent. If her nipples hadn't tightened into tight little peaks at his command, I'd think she was apprehensive, when in fact she most likely was afraid of how much she actually liked it.

"Knees back, please."

Mason stood, legs shoulder width apart, arms across his chest. He didn't look forbidding, but formidable.

Hooking her hands beneath her knees, she pulled them back and wide so they were up at the sides of her breasts.

"Good girl." He knelt down on the floor directly in front of her pussy. "You're still slick with ointment and I can see that Brody fucked you well."

"Mason!" Laurel cried out.

"Here." Mason held out the larger sized plug we'd used on her before. "Let go of one knee and play with your arse, sweetheart. I want to see you work the plug inside."

She lifted her head from the bed and looked at him, mouth open. "What?"

"You heard me. Do it, please."

She took the plug from me, the broad head of it slick with additional ointment, reached around behind her leg to press it against her little rosebud. My cock rose to attention once again.

"Now work it in. Fuck your arse with the plug."

"But—"

"If you please me, Laurel, then I will please you. Brody will as well. I'm going to rub your little clit the way you like it and Brody's going to play with your nipples, but only once the plug is filling you up."

"Oh yes," she sighed.

I moved into position on the bed and watched. Laurel bit her lip as she slowly began to work the plug into her arse. It stretched open around the broad head and she cried out when it breached the tight entrance. It closed around the tapered wood and it was lodged in place between the wider section and a small handle that protruded from her. When she took a deep breath, settling into the feeling of having her arse nice and crammed full, I began tugging and playing with the already hard tips.

Mason's finger slipped into her pussy to collect some of her juices and coated her pink pearl, then began to give it the attention she wanted.

"Such a good girl. Now work the plug in and out. That wide section is going to stretch you open in preparation for our cocks. It's going to make you come right away."

Mason was right. It didn't take long for her to climax; she'd pulled the flared section back to stretch open, then pushed it back in deep. That was all it took. She came, her eyes falling closed, her mouth open and her skin flushing a bright pink. It was an amazing sight, seeing all of our hands on her, working her, pleasing her. The knowledge that she enjoyed arse play made me want to claim her there now, but it was too soon. She wasn't quite ready. Soon. Very soon.

Once her pleasure ebbed, Mason worked the plug from her. She lay sated and open, completely uninhibited.

"Who gives you your pleasure, sweetheart?" Mason asked.

She licked her lips. "You do."

"Yes, that's right. Brody and I. Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes open and she looks at both of us. "The two of you."

"Such a good girl."