Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3)

"Very soon Devney, those are going to be my fingers on your pussy. My cock filling you."

Her eyes flared open and I saw so much heat there, so much need, I was almost singed. It was time to test her a bit, to see what her secret desires were. I had an idea of what could make her burn, but I had to be sure.

"Keep going, baby. Keep circling that clit. You're getting hotter and hotter, aren't you? I'm going to go get McKenzie to see."

"What?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Don't you want to show the sheriff how hot you can get?"

She was so lost in her body's sensations that she didn’t answer. Instead of the fear, the embarrassment most women encountered at being exposed to others, Devney only strummed her clit harder and cried out, unable to help herself.

"Does that appeal to you? That another man will watch you touch yourself? See your pussy all slick and ripe? Look at me, baby." Slowly, she opened her eyes as I ran my hand from her ankle up to her inner thigh, but not close enough to get in the way of her hands. Her skin was silky smooth and lush. "Tell me. You've been hidden for so long without anyone looking at you. Seeing you. Do you want the sheriff to watch? To see how beautiful you are?"

"I...I need--"

"I know what you need," I reassured her. "You need to come. Do you want him to watch when you do?"

Her hips shifted up and down faster now, her heels pressed hard into the table. "Only...only if you're here."

The words were a gift. A precious gift. She'd shared a deepest, darkest desire that only her arousal - and my taking responsibility for it - would allow her to admit. Jenkins had hidden her for so long that Devney craved attention - particularly male attention. Based on her history, with a bastard for a father and another for a first husband, she wanted praise from a man. She wanted affirmation that, as a woman, she was appealing - and even more likely - worthy. Even though I was now her husband, she barely knew me. I would offer her praise, but for now, my praise alone might not be enough. She needed other men, like Doc and McKenzie, to see and appreciate the real Devney. That she trusted me to help her with this need and to be there as her protector was monumental. I was her anchor, her source of safety and assuran

ce, even after such a short acquaintance.

"Such a good girl," I replied, so pleased. Thrilled, in fact, that my wife was an exhibitionist. "Don't come yet."

Her head thrashed from side to side. "I don't know how."

I turned away, opened the door and stuck my head into the hall. "McKenzie," I called. He glanced around the doorway of the kitchen. "Devney's going to make herself come and she wants you to watch."

Behind me, I could hear Devney moan at my words.

His eyebrow went up in surprise, no doubt he heard her as well, and joined me. We looked down upon Devney as she continued to rub her clit. Two fingers of her other hand were buried deep in her pussy. When she glanced up and saw both of us watching, she didn't stop or push her dress back down and jump off the table.

"It seems, Sheriff, that my wife likes to be watched." I spoke to McKenzie, but looked down upon my wife. I couldn't tear my gaze away.

"This is a fine treat, Sam, seeing a virgin pussy like this. Have you ever come before, Devney?" McKenzie asked.

"No," she panted. "I don't...I can't--"

"She doesn't know how, Sheriff," I replied. "Perhaps we should have Doctor Graham in here as well."

"Oh, Mr. Bridger, please! I need....I need something," she begged. She was wild upon the table, agitated, frustrated. Desperate.

"You need another man to watch you, baby. Doc!" I called, watching Devney closely for any qualms. None. If the other men had upset her, I'd have made them leave, but it was not to be the case.

Doc joined us, his steps loud. "Problem?" he asked, all three of us around the foot of the table.

"Devney seems to become more aroused by an audience. So she's going to come for us. Her first time," I told him. "Baby, I'm going to touch your clit and you're going to come for me." I moved to stand between her thighs, nudging her fingers off her clit. It was a hard pearl, bright pink and exposed from the little hood that shielded it. "You're going to come because I say so. Don't think; just feel. Give it to me. Show all of us."

I carefully ran the tips of my fingers over her slick, swollen flesh. She arched her back and cried out as I honed in on her clit. I circled around it gently, building her even higher.

"You're so beautiful, baby. McKenzie and Doc are looking at your pussy, seeing how wet you've gotten. They’re watching as you finger fuck yourself."

Her breath came out in pants, her face flushed, eyes closed, her hair a tangle on the table beneath her.

I pressed two fingers down on her hard clit, working it in circles, and then giving it a pinch. "Now, Devney. Come now for us."

And she did. It was a beautiful sight. Her eyes opened wide, but sightlessly as she screamed, her back arching like a bow. I could see her pussy clenching down on her fingers, working them as if they were my cock. I continued to strum her clit, to extend her first release for as long as possible.