Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3) - Page 5

I turned back around and glanced at Mr. Bridger. Even though Doctor Graham had moved on to Sarah's harness, the other man still watched me. I felt my cheeks - and other places - heat up under his close scrutiny. There was no doubt that he meant what he said. He'd marry me, and he definitely wanted my...my pussy.

CHAPTER TWO

Sam

"She's gone," McKenzie said, the door to my room slamming against the wall.

We'd made it into town just as the sun set, but I decided to sleep in McKenzie's extra room and remain in town overnight instead of returning to the ranch. I wiped a hand over my face as I squinted up at my friend in the darkness.

I sniffed and sat up, swung my bare feet over the side of the bed. "Who's gone?" I asked, wishing for a strong cup of coffee.

"Sarah Jenkins."

I perked up at the name. "What do you mean, gone?"

McKenzie lit a lamp next to the bed and began to pace. "Doc got called out to tend Mary Duncan, as it's her time. I was just leaving Rose's and a card game gone bad when I ran into him. He asked me to stop by and check on the women at his house, so I did. Devney was sound asleep, but Sarah wasn't there. No sign of her."

"Do you think someone took her?" I stood and pulled on my pants.

"Doubtful. Other than us, no one knew she was in town besides your brothers. No one even knows what she looks like. She's practically a myth around here."

I buttoned my shirt but left it untucked, grabbed my boots. "You just left Devney all alone?"

"Hell, no." He shook his head. "I put her in the jail. She's not going anywhere." He held up a hand. "Before you bite my head off, the jail's empty besides her."

I gave a quick nod. "Good. Nothing's to happen to her, McKenzie. Devney's mine. She just doesn't know it yet." We went out into the cool early morning air. All was quiet; the stars shone bright.

"I didn't expect you to be the marrying type," McKenzie commented. Our footsteps were heavy on the dirt packed main thoroughfare through town.

"Yesterday, I didn't think so either."

It was true. I hadn't imagined ever finding a woman I wanted to claim. Enjoy an evening with, yes. Claim? No. The way my brothers Jake and Cole, as well as Grant, our cousin, tended to their wives reinforced this. They were doting, yet strict husbands. Their wives were the center of their worlds and they would do anything to protect and cherish them, but they needed constant attention. I didn't think I had that of possessiveness in myself. Until now. Until I saw Devney. She was everything I didn't know I wanted in a woman. It scared the hell out of me, the abruptness of it all, but there was no going back.

"We need to stop by Doc's office on the way," I told him, my long strides eating up the distance toward my future wife.

It only took five minutes to walk to the jail. The sun was just starting to brighten the eastern sky as I looked in on Devney. She sat upon a low wooden stool and leaned against the bars. Her hair was long down her back and she wore a white nightgown that covered her from head to toe. She looked exhausted, worried and a little annoyed.

The jail was one large room. McKenzie's desk with two chairs sat by the door, a jail cell to the side. Liberty wasn't known for trouble. Only a drunk or two usually filled the cell to sleep off their problems. McKenzie went to his desk, had a seat and let me approach Devney alone.

She stood as I came to her. I didn't have to look down far to meet her eyes; her head came up to my nose. The white gown only accentuated her virginity, her innocence even though she'd been married for seven years. No husband I knew allowed his wife to wear a nightgown like this, or one at all. When we married, she'd never be covered from me again.

"Are you all right?" I used McKenzie's keys to open the door.

"Yes," she whispered, but looked down.

"Is something wrong?" I looked her over, but the gown covered too much. I felt a flare of worry that she might be injured in some way, that staying in the jail cell had hurt her. It was a new feeling and it surprised me, but when it came to Devney, I was becoming quite protective.

"I need to...um...use the necessary."

Relief flooded me. "Ah. You need me to remove the harness."

She flicked a glance to McKenzie, then met my eyes. I saw a mixture of embarrassment and interest there. "Yes, I've tried, but I can't get it myself." I could see the pink flush to her cheeks as she came out of the cell to stand before me.

McKenzie tossed me the key to the lock on her belt. I knelt in front of her and worked my hands up from her trim ankles, letting my palms slide the entire length of her legs to find the lock at her lower back. Goose bumps rose on her skin and I felt her shiver, although I knew it wasn't from cold. Her skin was warm, almost hot beneath my hands.

"Hold up your gown, Devney," I told her. She couldn't play modest now; her need for the necessary too great. She complied and I took in her shapely legs, so creamy white. Her pussy was covered by the leather, but I could see that her hair there was indeed as dark as her lashes. Her skin smelled of the floral soap she must use, but I couldn't miss the scent of her pussy as well, so close to my face as it was. It was like an aphrodisiac - just for me. "Turn around." My voice had turned rough.

She did and her ass was right at eye level. It was perfect, high and round. Wide hips flared to a narrow waist. The strip of leather spread her cheeks slightly apart and the belt hugged her curves. I unlocked it, let the heavy leather fall to the floor. Red marks marred her pale skin above her hip and I ran my fingers over them. Her skin was so soft and it was not right that it was irritated.

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