Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3)

"Let's go see what Doc finished for you." He stepped back and moved around the space, looking low on the wall. "Ah, there."

I looked to where he pointed. The door to the tack room - at least it looked like it with all the leather and metal items hanging neatly from the walls - was open and low. On the doorframe was a ... oh dear! Glancing around, I figured out now what the men had been speaking of. It was a dildo that was attached to the doorframe. In fact, it actually stuck out into the doorway. Not far, but if someone wasn't careful, they could hit it with their leg.

"That's ... that's for me?" Did he plan for me to do what I imagined? Here?

"Absolutely. You're in heat, baby." We heard Tessa cry out her pleasure. "So's Tessa, and she comes when she sucks cock."

I put my hand up to my chest and bumped one of the trainers, which had me gasping. "Me? I'm in heat like that?"

"You came three times earlier."

I looked away from him because I was ashamed. He was right. I had.

"No, don't look away. Your pleasure is a beautiful thing to see, baby. And now? Do you want to come again? Are the trainers making your nipples all sensitive? Is that big plug in your ass making your pussy lonely? Are you dripping wet still? Look at the dildo, Devney. Look," he repeated when I refused.

I glanced down at it.

"You can use that anytime you wish. Think how it will feel to have your pussy filled."

I felt my cheeks heat, my skin flush at the idea.

"Oh, I can tell by looking at you that it's appealing. When you're in heat, you crave being filled. And that makes me happy."

I looked up at him, surprised. "Really?"

"Of course. It means your body knows you're mine. It's just your mind that needs to catch up." He swiped a finger gently down my cheek. "I've got to go check on a horse that's healing from a cut leg. You stay here and look around. If you want to use the dildo," he tilted his head toward it, "you may. You may come as many times as you wish, but you may not touch yourself when I'm not with you. Do you understand?"

I could only nod and stare at the dildo as he walked off, his footsteps getting quieter. I heard a stall door slide open. I was left alone in the cool stable, alone with a dildo. I knelt down on the floor to look at it closely, to run my fingers over it. It was smooth and cool to the touch, about eighteen inches off the ground. A horse blanket was folded neatly just outside the door.

I had to try it. Sam was right; my pussy was empty. With the constant pulling on my nipples and my ass full, my pussy was lonely, just as he'd said. I was certainly wet enough to have it fill me. Moving the blanket, I positioned it so I knelt upon it so I was sideways within the doorframe, my bottom facing the dildo. I grabbed my skirts and worked them up over my hips, then looked over my shoulder.

There it was. It wasn't overly large like Mr. Bridger's cock, but it was hard and would fill me up. It was at just the right height so that as I knelt, it would go straight into me. My pussy ached just thinking about it. I shimmied back, adjusting myself until I felt it press against my heated flesh, my legs straddling the doorframe. Slowly, very slowly I worked myself back onto the dildo so that it sank deep. My bottom pressed against the cool wood of the doorway.

I closed my eyes, arched my back to sink a tiny bit deeper, and moaned. Oh, it felt so good. I clenched down on it, adjusting to it. Rocking myself forward and back, I started to slowly fuck myself. I was so wet that my body emitted slippery sounds as it moved. I moved my hips and followed my pleasure, trying to reach it, but it was like a butterfly in a field, floating this way and that, just out of reach. I started to fuck myself faster, harder, trying to get the dildo in deeper, but it wasn't long enough. It didn't hit all the perfect spots that Mr. Bridger's cock seemed to find.

I needed more. I needed something to push me off that pinnacle of pleasure. I needed ... my fingers. Oh yes, I could just strum my clit and I would come so hard. Lowering myself to one forearm, I reached between my legs and touched myself, all the while riding the cock.

Yes! I was close, so--

"Devney!" Sam shouted.

My hand froze and I whipped my head around to look at Sam. "Sam! Oh, God!” I knew I was caught, but I was so close to my release I didn't care. With him were two men, Cole and another I'd never seen before.

"Mr. Bridger," he replied, his voice dark and grim. "I think it's best if you solely call me that for awhile."

I felt shame heat my cheeks.

"Stand up."

I carefully worked myself off the dildo and stood, brushing my skirt back down. I glanced down at the floor, but clenched my pussy. I felt empty now.

"This is my disobedient wife, Devney. She is not allowed to touch her clit without me present. I just told her that and clearly she's forgotten. Devney, this is my brother, Cole, and my cousin, Grant."

I glanced up through my lashes at the other men and whispered a hello.

"On the table in the tack room, you will find a coil of thin rope. Get it, please." I turned into the room, thrilled to be taking a moment out of his presence.

I returned to stand in front of him, held up the rope. He took it from me, measured off a short section, cut it from a knife he pulled from his pocket. Cut a second one of similar length. He handed the remainder of the coil to his brother.