Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"It was the first time we stretched your ass. You found it most enjoyable."

"Robert," Ann chided, looking down at her untouched meal. She shifted in her seat.

"I know it is hard for you to voice how you please us, but it is something you need to practice. If you won't tell her about your pleasure, then you will tell her about your punishments." Andrew's voice, although patient and calm, was deep. Neither man had British accents.

"But...I don't want to tell anyone about that."

"There's no shame in making amends. You can tell her about a punishment or she can watch one firsthand." I recognized Andrew's stern tone as both Kane and Ian had used it with me.

"I am spanked," she replied, squirming. The reply was short and met her husband's request, but by the frown on both her husbands' faces that was not the answer they expected.

"Emma has most likely learned about that punishment by now," Robert replied. "Give her a reason for why you were spanked, please."

Ann licked her lips. "I went near the stallion in the outer pen."

I was an accomplished rider, but I did not know how dire her act was.

Andrew clarified for me. "The stallion sensed the mare was in heat and was solely focused on mounting her. Ann did not heed our warnings for her safety and neared the primed animal."

It did sound dangerous.

"Ann is the most precious thing in the world and we can not keep her safe if she disregards any of the ranch rules." Robert ran a knuckle down Ann's cheek. She turned her face and smiled lovingly at Robert. Andrew stroked down her pale hair and she turned her gaze to him next.

Their love was blatant and being punished did not seem to hinder their relationship. Ian and Kane, while stern and clearly willing to guide me to their expectations, did not hold grudges regarding my transgressions either. Once a punishment was meted, all was forgiven. I did not have to worry that they would consider me an unworthy bride – quite the opposite, in fact. They seemed rather pleased with me. It was I who struggled with the arrangement.

The other men around the table ate their meals like men half starved. Utensils scraped across the china as they cleaned their plates, grabbing bowls and platters for additional helpings. But there was no question they followed the conversation.

"Stop squirming, sweetheart," Andrew said to Ann.

"I'm sorry, but it's–" She leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"It pleases us to know you have a plug in your ass. In fact, pleased is not the right word. You are not the only one uncomfortable at the table."

Confusion marred Ann's face and Andrew took the fork from her hand and placed it on her plate, then lowered her hand to his lap. "Oh!" she cried.

Both her husbands were looking upon Ann with very heated, very aroused gazes.

Kane leaned his head toward mine. I noticed his clean, male scent. Soap and something else I didn't recognize, but it was intoxicating. I clenched my thighs together. "As you can see, Ian and I are not the only ones with hard cocks."

I did feel some satisfaction in knowing my men were as aroused as I. "To what are they referring?" I asked.

"She has a plug in her ass."

My eyes widened thinking about having my bottom opened and stretched as it had been earlier during a meal. In public.

"Ye wonder why she has a plug inside her now, at dinner?" Ian leaned in and whispered.

It was as if he could read my mind. I gave a small, curt nod.

"In time, you will keep a plug in your arse for longer durations so that you are able to take a cock, to take both of us at the same time," Kane told me. "Stretching you, filling you with the plug for a few minutes was just a start."

"Surely not at dinner?" I squeaked.

Ian shrugged casually. "We will have to see, ye ken, and before ye say anything further, it is nay your decision."

"We w

ill decide what's best for you," Kane added. "Just like Robert and Andrew decide for Ann."