Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

I began to whisper to her. Such a good girl. You’re going to like having your ass fucked. We’re going to take you together, one of us in your ass, the other in your pussy. We’re going to get you between us and never let you go. That’s it. Take more. Let the plug stretch you wide for our cocks. Ah, your nipples are all hard again. You like this, don’t you?

Tyler stepped back and I knew the plug was in.

“You can let go now, sweetheart,” I said, but I didn’t release the grip on her shoulders. She might have adjusted to having a plug deep in her ass, but I didn’t want her to sit on my lap and bump it. Not yet, at least.

Her hands dropped to her sides and she looked away. A blush crept from her cheeks, down her neck and over her upturned breasts.

“Tyler, Emily came when we fucked her—without touching her clit.”

I looked down her body and saw that little pink pearl jutting out from its protective hood.

Tyler scooped her up into his arms with a surprised gasp from Emily, then lowered to his knees before me. He turned her so her back rested against his chest with her ass on my lap. I parted her legs, placing her calves onto the cushioned armrest on either side of me. The way she was leaning back, her pussy and the plug that filled her ass were visible.

Her head rested against Tyler’s shoulder and his hands cupped her breasts.

“You’ve been such a good girl, baby, that you get to just lie there and let us do the work now,” Tyler said.

I touched the plug, liking the sight of the small handle snug against her stretched back entrance. Her pussy was slick and coated, her folds swollen and a bright cherry red. They were slightly parted and I could see her opening and the seed that slipped from it. Her clit was just as swollen and slick, eager for attention. Circling it with just the tip of my finger, I was careful with it. Exposed as it was, I knew it would be very sensitive.

“The way you came without having your clit stimulated while we fucked you shows how responsive you are to us. Our cocks can make you come. We’re pleased.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Tyler added.

Her hips began to move as I discovered that her clit was more sensitive on the left side. Her eyes fell closed when she gave over. I loved to see her do that, to have her muscles relax, to have all the tension seep from her body as she gave herself to us.

“So beautiful.”

It was Tyler’s turn to whisper to her as I played, bringing her to orgasm easily. Once, twice and then again.

She was thrashing in my lap, her body slick with sweat, her nipples plump and red. They no longer tightened when she came, her body just overwrought with pleasure.

“I can’t… it’s too much. Please, the pleasure… it hurts,” she cried.

A tear slipped from her closed eye.

“One more, sweetheart, because it pleases us. Your body is ours to pleasure.” I flicked the very tip of her clit and she sighed, the slight tremor of her body the only indication she came. She went limp in Tyler’s arms.

“Good girl,” he whispered, lifting her up and carrying her up to bed. I stood, my cock hard again, and followed. If fucking your bride into sleep was indication that she was well satisfied, then we’d been successful in claiming her. Her body responded to us, knew us and would now be owned by us.

EMILY

I awoke very warm. So warm I tried to push the covers down, but I realized it wasn’t heavy blankets that had me overheated. It was two men. Xander and Tyler. I’d married them. I’d fucked them. I’d held open my bottom so Tyler could put a wooden object, much too large for such a place, deep inside me. I clenched down and felt it still inside.

The last I remember was being sprawled across Xander’s lap. Tyler had supported me as I was brought to climax again and again. I’d had no idea that pleasure could become unbearable. It had been too much. They had been too much.

Even now, they surrounded me. Filled me.

“Morning, baby.” I lifted my head and met Tyler’s eyes. His hand stroked over my hip. “Sleep well?”

I offered a slight nod and felt Xander shift behind me. My head was on Tyler’s shoulder and Xander was pressed up against my back like we were two spoons in a drawer.

“We wore you out last night,” Xander said, his voice rough and deep with sleep.

The bedroom was lit with the soft pink of early morning. Through the open windows I heard the chirping of birds.

Yes, they’d worn me out and I flushed, remembering all that they’d done.

“Are you sore?” Tyler asked as Xander slipped from the bed. My back was cool from his absence.