Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"Lift your breasts out," I told her. She belonged to both of us – in all things – and the quicker she acclimated to having two men to please, the better. Two men to please, two men to obey. The ranch was a rugged place, where dangers abounded. The land was harsh and rugged. We were rugged. She would obey us in the bedroom for her pleasure and outside of it to keep her safe.

As she held my gaze, she tugged the front of the corset down to sit at the bottom curve of her breasts. Cupping herself, she adjusted her soft flesh until it was fully exposed. With the tight corset beneath, her creamy globes were lifted high and thrust out, the soft pink tips plump and pointing straight towards us. I kent how they tasted, how they felt against my tongue. My mouth watered to suckle at them again, but I wanted something else from her first.

"On your knees, lass." I gestured with my chin to the floor between my wide stretched legs.

"Ian," she countered, her eyes flitting left and right, but I arched a brow.

"I can spank you for your disobeying Ian, but you will still end up on your knees before him," Kane said.

Her eyes flared in surprise at his words. "Disobey? You mean–"

"Yes, we would spank you," Kane reiterated.

Licking her lips, she slid off the bench seat, knelt on the wooden floor, and placed her small hands on my thighs. She swayed with the motion of the stage, her face upturned to look at me with sweet innocence. In this position, she was a sight to behold.

Lowering my head, I kissed her, but only chastely and briefly. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but she had a lesson in cock sucking and I didn't want to divert from that. I didn't want anything to delay her hot little mouth around my cock. Her skin was flushed, her breasts were out and on delightful display, her eyes innocent as to what was to come. I loved her submissive placement between my legs, her mouth only inches from my from my–

"Take out my cock." My words were deep, my need obvious not only in my voice but in the thick length pressed against my pants.

With small, fumbling fingers, Emma undid the placket on my pants and pulled me out. I was incredibly hard, the tip oozing clear liquid in a steady stream. I'd fucked her only an hour before, yet I was ready for her again. What man could resist a wife on her knees before him?

"First lesson, lass, is sucking cock."

Her eyes flared as she understood my more crude terminology. "How?"

"Lick the tip. See how it's dripping for you? Clean it off."

She did. Her dainty little tongue lapped at it, swirling around the plum shaped head. My breath hissed out through clenched teeth at the hot lick.

"How do I taste?"

I watched her throat work as she swallowed. "Salty."

"Good girl. Now take it all the way into your mouth."

As instructed, she engulfed me in her hot warmth as far as she could go, which was not all that far, only half of me filled her. Her eyes widened and she coughed, pulling back. "You're too big!" she gasped, her eyes watering.

"Ye will ken soon enough, lass. Ye are doing fine. For now, take me as far as ye can go."

She did, licking and sucking with a sweet innocence that had my hips coming off the seat. "Grab hold of the base." I ground my teeth together as her grip tightened around me. "Good," I growled. "Now fuck my cock with your mouth."

Lowering her head, she took me into her mouth as far as she could comfortably go then pulled back, over and over. Her mouth was so wet and so hot that she all but seared my flesh. She was so earnest, so eager to comply with my instruction that my balls tightened, my orgasm close.

"Her mouth is as tight and perfect as her cunny," I told Kane, savoring the tight suction. I wouldn't last long, the need to come so intense.

"She's being a very good girl," Kane praised as he watched Emma take my cock. His big hand ran over her head, stroked her silky hair in reassurance.

I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure of her tentative tongue, the hot licks, the sweet sucking until I was almost there. "I'm going to come in your mouth, lass. Ye need to take it all. Our seed belongs in ye. Your cunny, your mouth, your ass. Swallow it all down."

My hips thrust up to join with the ministrations of her mouth and culminated in the most intense release that I groaned, my fingers gripping the hard bench seat, as my seed shot into the back of Emma's throat. Pulse after pulse, I throbbed against her tongue. She was sucking me dry all the while trying to swallow my seed. All she accomplished with her unskilled actions was choking on the copious seed before backing off my cock, the final white ropes of my cum spurting onto her upturned breasts. My release was explosive and did not seem to end. Some thick cream dripped down her chin and one large glob landed on her plump nipple. The erotic sight of her being marked in such a way prevented my cock from softening.

She'd done an impressive, albeit sloppy job. I came quickly and reveled in her first mouth fucking, my body sated. I had to catch my breath, for she had the ability to render my body useless until I could recover.

Even though she did beautifully, there was a lesson here for Emma to learn and I couldna veer from teaching her what we expected of her just because of her eagerness to please. However, I was too replete to do anything, the haze of lust and release overwhelming. My cock rested half erect against my open pants, wet and shiny from Emma's mouth. My shoulders slid across the seat back with the sway of the coach. Fortunately, Kane recognized my state and took over.

He shook his head in disappointment.

She glanced up at him through her lashes as she lifted her hand to wipe her chin.