"Lily," Rye ordered, "let Keane put his cock in your mouth."
I gasped and stared. I shook my head from side to side.
A sharp swat sounded through the room, and I startled. Another stinging smack to my backside. I turned to gape at Rye. His gaze narrowed on me. "You will do as we say, Lily. Best you learn that lesson now." He swatted again. "Open your mouth for Keane’s cock. You might be surprised to find you like it."
For all my brave thoughts moments before about living an unconventional life and not giving in to the expectations of others, I found myself resistant. Surely such an act was depraved and wrong. Dirty. Whorish.
Another swat landed on my bottom, and I could feel my rear end heating. Rye spread my cheeks and pressed a finger to my bottom hole.
When I cried out and turned again to stare at him, he simply gave me a devilish smile. "You belong to us, Lily. The sooner you come to understand that, the better it will be for all of us."
"It’s shameful," I whispered.
They both chuckled. "I believe we engaged in many shameful things during the night, stubborn Lily, and you did not offer any complaints," Rye said. "Now, shall I continue to spank, or are you going to do as you are told? Either way, you will not leave this room until you have thoroughly sucked Keane’s cock and taken his seed down your throat. I suggest you cooperate. However, I have no qualms about applying my hand to the soft cheeks of your ass. It is quite a delectable sight." To prove his point, he swatted again then gripped my stinging globes and pulled them apart, leaning forward to blow upon my most shameful hole.
"Oh lord," I cried out.
While my mouth was open, Keane rested his cock on my bottom lip. "Suck," he ordered. I looked up into his eyes and he winked at me.
How could I say no to that?
Following his demands, I closed my lips around his member and again glanced up at Keane. The expression of pleasure on his face spurred me onward, and I drew him in deeper.
"Good girl, Lily," he praised, his voice strained.
Meanwhile, Rye ceased my punishment and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.
To my shock, I found I enjoyed having Keane’s cock in my mouth. My tongue stroked along the length of it, and it swelled. Was I some sort of whorish wanton to enjoy this?
Behind me, Rye groaned with pleasure. "Damn it, Lily, you feel so good. I could stay here forever." He shoved against me, and I braced my hands and knees on the mattress and focused on keeping my jaw firmly in place lest I injure Keane.
In just a few short hours, he, and Rye, had become quite dear to me, and I hated the thought of causing either of them any harm.
Keane grabbed hold of the back of my head and held me in place while he thrust in and out of my mouth. Rye, with a firm grip on my hips, matched his movements, and it did not take long before I was lost, yet again, in a haze of lust, my body greedy for their domination. Despite the rigorous pounding they were giving me, I needed more.
I mewled around Keane’s cock and moved my body in rhythm with their thrusts.
"I’m going to come now, Lily. All of it down your throat." Keane gripped my hair and tipped my head back until our gazes met. "Understand?"
I groaned and gave a slight nod an instant before his essence filled my mouth and throat. Keane cried out as he reached his climax.
"Swallow it, Lily. Swallow like a good girl," Rye encouraged, his voice strained. "Jesus. That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen." He thrust into my core with renewed vigor.
I did as instructed, the hot seed gliding over my tongue as I licked and sucked to get every bit.
"Good girl," Keane praised as he withdrew his cock. "That was wonderful. Your pert little mouth is perfect for sucking cock."
Then he took hold of my chin and directed my gaze to his again. "I want you to keep your eyes on me while Rye fucks that sweet pussy of yours. I want to watch your face as you come. Do not hold anything back from me, from us, Lily."
I nodded, panting hard as my own climax neared. Rye’s thrusts into my core had sped up, and his breathing mixed with mine and echoed around the room. As I was on the very edge of orgasm, Rye slipped one hand around me and fingered the hard nub of my sex. My clitty, I believe they called it. Oh lord.
It took merely a couple of strokes before every muscle in my body tightened, contracted and then released all at the same time while I made guttural sounds deep in my throat. My eyes stayed locked on Keane’s and it seemed he could see all the way to my soul. An intimate invasion, and I wanted to glance away, but I also felt compelled to look at him. There was a connection in that moment, something beyond our physical intimacy.
When Rye came in an eruption in my core, his shout distracted both Keane and I, and the look between us ended. After a moment or two, Rye withdrew from me and lay on the bed, easing me to lie next to him.
"That was magnificent, sweet Lily." He gazed into my eyes with the same intensity as Keane.
I smiled up at him, utterly sated.
"I think it’s time we got our bride back to Bridgewater," Keane said.
KEANE
* * *
Finally, we were on our way back to Bridgewater. With our bride. Despite my optimistic pronouncements, I had to admit our trip to Butte had been much more successful than I’d ever anticipated. I had believed we’d find a bride, but it had not quite occurred to me exactly how profound an effect finding the bride for us would have.
We’d collected our horses from the livery. A carriage or wagon would have been preferable to travel back to Bridgewater, but on short notice nothing was available.
No matter, Lily was happily settled in front of me, riding sideways and resting her head against my shoulder. With each breath I inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair. Her face was mere inches from mine and, in the bright morning sun, we made our way to Bridgewater.
"Tell me more about Bridgewater."
"Imagine the most beautiful piece of land in all of Montana, in fact, in all of the West. Then multiply that by ten, and you’ll have Bridgewater," I said.
She laughed. "It sounds wonderful."
"It is." I sighed. Certainly I was glib, but I was not known to share my inner feelings with many. Rye was my closest confidant, but it was not as though we sat around our cabin sharing our deepest thoughts with one another. Something about Lily inspired me to share more with her. "I have traveled the world over, and no place means as much to me as Bridgewater. And the people there, they are my family." I kissed the top of her head. "Though you and Rye are my real family."
She sighed happily. "It has been a long time since I had a family."
"You are an orphan?" My heart hurt thinking she might have been left all alone in the world, though that would explain how she’d ended up in the employ of someone as vile as Mr. Garner.
"I suppose you could say that. My mother died when I was twelve. My father a couple of years later." She blinked back tears, and I wrapped an arm around her and held her close. We were moving at a slow pace and my horse, Cherry Blossom, probably knew the way even without my guidance, though after a few days in the city livery, I could feel her eagerness to let loose and gallop across the prairie.
Lily had petted her nose hesitantly before mounting. "Nice horsey," she’d whispered. Cherry Blossom must have sensed Lily’s sweet soul—how could anyone not notice it?—and had nudged her. I suspected we were getting a more gentle ride than usual for the benefit of my new bride. I made a mental note to give Cherry Blossom an extra ration of oats and carrots when we got home.
"I’m sorry about your parents." I felt a pang for my own absent family. "Do you have brothers and sisters?" I felt obliged to learn everything I could. She was suddenly the most interesting person I had ever met, and I needed to know all about her. I’d certainly become familiar with her body, but, with Lily, there was more I wanted to know. Her deepest thoughts. The yearnings of her heart.
"Thank you," she said. "No siblings." She stared off into the distance as though rememberi
ng something. A cloud of sadness flitted over her face.
"Do you mind me asking how you ended up working as a governess?" I queried gently.
She shifted a bit. Fortunately, she was slim, and we easily managed on my saddle. She might have been uncomfortable, but I suspected she was simply thinking about what to say.
"My family was rather well-to-do. When my father passed away, all of his estate was entrusted to my uncle, my mother’s brother, to be held in trust for me until I was of age." She paused and looked off into the distance again. I managed to stay silent and allowed her to gather her thoughts. "There was money for me to attend a finishing school and for private tutors," she said, almost ruefully. "I had been promised by my father to the son of one of his business associates."
Woah. That was unexpected, though I supposed it ought not to have been. She was stunning and graceful. Finishing school and tutors would explain her genteel manner and prim ways. But it hardly explained why she was working as a governess and worried about the loss of a set of drawers.
We’d be sending off for a whole new wardrobe for our bride as soon as we got home. Of course, my preference would be for her to spend her days naked in our cabin, but she’d have to go outside at some point, and I didn’t want her wearing anything associated with her old life.
"And what happened?" I prodded carefully, though it hurt my heart to ask. No doubt it would be a tale of sadness, but it was also the set of events that led her to us.
"It turns out my uncle gambled away all of my trust fund. Every cent." She drew in a ragged breath. "As soon as he found out, the man to whom I’d been promised, as well as his father, called off the wedding. The best my uncle could do was secure a governess position with his friend, Mr. Richard Garner." She shook her head. "He didn’t even apologize."
I saw red and swore to myself if I ever met this uncle I would give him the same treatment I’d given Mr. Garner. And more.
She sighed and glanced up at me with a shy smile. "I thought my life was over, but now I can see it was all for the best. My life is just beginning. With you and Rye. At Bridgewater."
8
RYE
* * *
"We really are in the wilds of Montana. I’ve never traveled this far from the city or at least not this deep into the unsettled part of the territory. The scenery is breathtaking." Lily gazed into the distance, and I enjoyed seeing things anew from her perspective.
We’d stopped midway along our journey for food and to rest briefly, and Lily had switched to riding with me for the final leg of our trip to Bridgewater.
"I am glad to have time alone, to get to know you," she said to me. "What was it like growing up and being a lord?"
She blushed a bit, I assumed because she thought it was a personal question. That struck me as ironic considering the many and varied physical intimacies we’d shared. Had I not knelt before her and suckled at her clit until she came in a shattering orgasm on my mouth?
But it was her prim and proper ways that made me determined to corrupt her even more, though I hoped she’d always retain a bit of her polished manner. It made her screaming, out of control, orgasms even more pleasurable.
I gazed down at her and smiled. I did not have Keane’s glib way about me, but I found I smiled more readily and easily in Lily’s company.
"I grew up with many advantages. My family traces its roots back many generations, and I was raised to take my place in society. But"—I paused to consider the rest of my answer—"things didn’t go as planned." I shook my head back and forth ruefully. "However"—I kissed the top of her head—"I can see now it was all those things that brought me here. To you."
She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. "I’m glad it did."
I chuckled. It felt good to have her relax and draw nearer to me.
"How do you and Keane know each other?"
"His father was the steward on our country estate. He was my father’s right-hand man and, when his father died, my father took Keane under his wing. We’re close to the same age, and my brothers are much older than me. We were more like brothers than I ever was with my actual siblings."
I smiled, again, thinking back to our boyhood. "We sure did get into a lot of trouble. It was mostly Keane’s doing."
"Mostly?" she asked with a laugh. "I like imagining my two virile husbands as mischievous boys."
"Don’t be pert, Lily." I tried for a stern tone, but it was difficult as her company put me into a good mood.
Feeling bold, she queried further, "How did the two of you end up all the way out here? It’s a long way from the English countryside."
"It is certainly that," I answered. "Though my father had offered to assist Keane with an education or learning a trade, he was determined to make his own way. He joined the British Army and ended up in Mohamir where he met Rhys. He’s one of the men who lives at Bridgewater."
She watched and waited for me to continue.
"In Mohamir, a woman has two husbands, sometimes more. To see to her protection and pleasure. Many of the foreign soldiers saw the wisdom of this custom. Some of them came here, to Montana Territory, to buy up land where they could live in peace, the way they wanted."
"That explains how Keane got here. But what about you?"
"I had a broken engagement. I was extremely down in the mouth about it. One day, a letter from Keane arrived, urging me to travel to America to be part of a place called Bridgewater. I wasn’t exactly sure what it entailed, but life in England for a man who was tossed aside by a high society lady is not particularly enjoyable. I boarded a ship, sailed to New York, rode across North America and, voila. Bridgewater."
"What does your family think?"
With anyone else, I would have thought they were pressing their luck with so many questions, but I felt unusually chatty this day.
"Oh, they are certain that I have gone mad. Why would anyone give up the sights and luxuries of London for the wilderness of Montana?"
We rode up a ridge, and the horses stopped. I sighed contentedly and gazed into the distance. Lily perked up and looked in the same direction. In the valley below, nestled among the trees was a large ranch with well-tended paddocks and barns and several cabins of varying sizes sprinkled about. A feeling of serenity washed over me.
"This is why." My heart filled with pleasure at the sight in a way no number of British country estates could ever do.
"Is that Bridgewater?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, almost reverently.
Keane and Cherry Blossom came up next to us, excitement evident on Keane’s face. "Ah, we’re almost home. I’ve missed Bridgewater. What do you think, Lily?"
She stared out toward the horizon, taking in the bright green of the trees, the scent of pine and cool mountain air. "It’s beautiful. More beautiful than I had even imagined."
"Welcome home." I leaned down to give her a kiss that left her clinging to the front of my shirt.
Then Keane took his turn kissing her. I should have been insane with jealousy, but I wasn’t. It was the most natural thing in the world for us to share our sweet Lily.
"Let’s go home," Keane said.
"Yes!" Lily replied.
"Hang on, Lily." I wrapped an arm around her to hold her safely before I spurred my horse, Annabelle, onward.
"Oh!" Lily gasped as we took off, much faster than the steady pace we’d traveled thus far.
Keane rode ahead of us and took off his hat, waving it in the air, his long hair blowing in the breeze. He shouted with jubilation, and it was contagious.
"Yahoo," Lily cried out, holding tightly to my arm. Glancing down, I saw the exhilaration on her face. Uninhibited joy. She shouted again, and I joined in, whooping with my own elation.
It was not the sort of thing a proper English lord did, but I was a cowboy, a Bridgewater man, now.
We must have created quite a commotion because several people exited the cabins and stood on porches, gazing in our direction.
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Keane slowed up so we could all enter together. A couple of the men had rushed to greet us, opening the gate for the three of us to ride in together.
"Welcome home!" Rhys shouted.
"We weren’t expecting you for a few more days," Simon said.
"Woah! Is that a bride?" Cross called out, a huge smile spreading over his face.
A crowd had gathered around us, and I could tell Lily felt self-conscious. "Oh my," she said, breathing hard after the exciting ride from the top of the ridge. She reached up to straighten her hat, tucking clumps of her hair under the brim. "This was hardly the way I wanted to meet my new neighbors. I was screaming like a child all the way down from the ridge. What must they think of me?" she murmured, eyes filled with worry.
"You have no need to fret, sweet Lily," I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You are among friends here."
She gazed up at me and nodded, but the concern remained.
Keane dismounted and strode toward us. "Come, Lily, and meet some of our Bridgewater friends."
I could feel her stiffen with anxiety, but a couple of the women had stepped forward, smiling. "Welcome to Bridgewater!" they called out and she seemed to relax a tiny amount.
"Oh good! Another woman. Maybe we’ll outnumber the men soon," someone in the crowd said, and laughter followed.
The warmth of their welcome quieted her nerves and when Keane grasped her waist she smiled happily and slid down into his arms, though she blushed when his hand slipped lower and squeezed her bottom as he propelled her forward to meet our friends. I dismounted and joined them, draping my arm over her shoulders.
"Everyone, we’d like to introduce our bride, Lily."
LILY
* * *
Somehow I found myself swept up in a group of strangers. Friendly and welcoming, but strangers nonetheless. It seemed there was an abundance of broad-shouldered-and-handsome men at Bridgewater. Of course, none could hold a candle to Rye and Keane, though I am sure all the other wives felt the same about their men. As it should be.
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