Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"Because your pretty pink lips are hidden beneath these dark curls and I want to feel every slick inch of you when I take you with my mouth." Placing the brush on the table, I picked up the razor. "Don't move now."

I tended to the task as Emma didn't move a muscle. Slipping my finger over the shaved area, it was so smooth, so slick to the touch.

"Kane? Ian?"

The shout came from downstairs. Mason. Most likely calling us to eat. I heard other footfall below, as the other men went to the dining room for the noon meal. The house was large, the dining area a distance from the bedrooms upstairs.

"We're up here," Ian called back.

Heavy footfalls made their way up the steps and I pulled the razor from between Emma's legs, stood and met the man at the door before he could enter. Mason stopped just outside the doorway, hat in hand, and took in the razor and cloth in my hands. My body blocked his view of Emma's very exposed body. It was for our eyes only, not Mason's or any other man's. His mouth quirked knowing what we were doing.

"Keep your bloody thoughts off our wife," I growled in possessiveness. Instead of wiping the small smile from his face, it only made him grin as he held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry for interrupting, but I've got kitchen duty with Ann. We eat in ten minutes."

"Ian, let me go!" she whispered loudly. I knew Ian would not relent on his hold until we were done and we were far from it. Her resistance was futile.

I nodded at Mason, stepped back and shut the door in the man's face. I could hear his chuckle through the wood.

I turned to look at Emma, whose head was turned away from the doorway, her eyes closed. I moved back into position between her spread thighs.

"Don't move, baby." I went back to work, removing the last bits of dark hair from between her thighs, her pink, lush cunny more and more apparent with each stroke. "You are ours, baby. Only Ian and I will touch you. The men know what happens between men and their woman. They will know your pussy is being shaved. They will hear you when you come, for we will take you regularly and in places – albeit private ones – where you might be overheard. They may even hear you being spanked if warranted."

"But–"

"It is our job to train you to be our wife, to teach you what is expected. Becoming comfortable with others knowing how much you please us and are pleasured by us is something to which you must accustom."

"You are beautiful, lass," Ian said, his voice reassuring.

"I've been wondering what you taste like, baby." I glanced at Ian, then at Emma's wide-eyed stare. "I think I'll find out."

Shifting, I lowered my head between her thighs and licked her from arse to clit, my tongue feather light, only brushing over her newly exposed flesh.

"Kane!" she shouted, her eyes lowering to watch me. "What are you–"

Using my fingers, I spread her bare cunny lips, slick now with her cream. "Now doesn't that feel better?"

Her little pink pearl was hard and erect and begging for my tongue. Lapping away all of her arousal, my tongue flicked over her clit. Once. Twice. Her body jerked and she cried out.

"She tastes sweet. Like honey."

"She's fighting my hold," Ian added.

"You don't like your reward, Emma? You've been such a good girl. Stay still or you will be spanked."

I watched her from my position between her thighs. Her breathing made her flat belly rise and fall; her nipples were puffy pink tips, her skin was flushed. Long tendrils of damp hair clung to her forehead and neck. Her pale eyes were a misty blue, her emotions evident; arousal, fear, embarrassment.

"Is your cunny sore?" Ian whispered, her eyes falling shut as he licked the round shell of her ear. I heard a whimper escape her lips.

Carefully, I slipped a finger into her. She was slick and hot, her passage so very tight. My fingers only delved in about an inch, then pulled out and I added a second to the first. I watched her closely and when I slipped in to the second knuckle, her eyes opened and she winced slightly.

"Poor lass," Ian soothed. "Two big cocks took your maidenhead and stretched you wide. Your sore cunny needs time to heal, so instead of fucking you, we can start your training."

As he spoke, I returned to my task, flicking just the tip of my tongue over her clit. Her small hands pushed against Ian's thighs, trying to move away. She tasted sweet, tangy and her scent lifted from her heated skin to fill the air around us. My cock pulsed painfully against the placard of my pants. All it wanted to do was sink deep into her, sore cunny or not. I bloody hell wasn't going to hurt Emma with my baser needs so I took a deep breath, lowered my head and focused solely on my new wife's pleasure.

"Kane, it's...it's too much!"

My brow arched as I looked up her naked body. This was the first time a man's head was between her thighs and the pleasure would be different, perhaps even more intense than one of our cocks. "Am I hurting you?"