Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3)

by Vanessa Vale

  She shook her head. "No, but it was uncomfortable."

  "Ah, well good then. Do you plan on taking her ass?"

  I shrugged because Devney was staring at me, clearly waiting for my answer. "Eventually. But I don't think her heat's going to come on fully because of something specific, like it did for Catherine or Tessa. I think Devney is going to crave it all, except having her ass stretched. That does not seem to appeal to her."

  Devney glanced down at the porch floor, not interested in participating, even though she was the actual topic of conversation.

  Opening up her ass wasn’t something I was interested in doing, so I conceded. I'd rather her ass be tight when I fucked it and she'd learn the pleasure in the slight pain of that.

  "Then continue to use a plug of various sizes. She should be free to fuck her pussy or ass with a dildo."

  "I caught her touching herself. Alone." Doc and I both looked at Devney in a way that had her squirming. "She can come all she wants, but only with me. Her pleasure belongs to me, so she had her first spanking."

  "I see. Then you're going to have to take preventative measures because a wife in heat can't help but play with her pussy," Doc shared. "Isn't that right, Devney?"

  Devney looked pained. "Sam, please," she begged, flushing profusely.

  "We're talking about your pussy, so that's Mr. Bridger," I corrected.

  She swallowed, her upset clear on her face. "Please, Mr. Bridger, why do we have to talk about such things?" she whispered.

  He ran a hand over my hair, tucked a wayward strand behind my ear. "Because you can't help but play with it."

  "There's a very easy solution. Your belt."

  Devney's eyes widened and her skin paled. Quick as a jackrabbit, she ran down the porch steps. My long legs reached her quickly and I spun her around to face me, surprised by her mad dash.

  "Please! Don't beat me. I'll be good!" she cried out, her hands up covering her head.

  "Devney," I murmured. She didn't respond. "Devney!" I grabbed her shoulders and forced her chin up. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I gave you my word I wouldn't hurt you. I'm not going to whip you with my belt." I sighed, took a moment to let her calm. "I'm not your father, am I?"

  She shook her head, but fear still shown in her eyes.

  "I will never hurt you. Never whip or beat you. Never. I will kill any man that lays a hand upon you without my permission. The belt is to hold your arms down so you can't touch your pussy."

  I slowly pulled my belt from about my waist. I treated her like a skittish mare, moving slowly and let her follow my every move. I took the belt and circled it around her waist, pinning her arms down, the leather snug at her wrists. "There. Just like that." I raised my hand and used my thumbs to wipe away her tears. "Good girl. Better?"

  She nodded and sniffed.

  "Now come over to the hitching rail." I took her forearm gently and steered her to the spot where a horse's lead was tied. "I want you to bend over the rail. I'll help you." Carefully, I bent her forward so that the wooden rail rested against her belly, the rough wood upon the front of her blouse, her breasts hanging down on the other side. This angle shifted her hips up as I wanted. "Such a good girl, Devney," I crooned, continuing to soothe. I needed to reassure her I wouldn't hurt her. Dominate, yes. Hurt, no.

  "I didn't put a plug in this morning, Doc. Thought I'd wait for you to check her first."

  "Fine," Doc said, remaining on the porch, waiting for Devney to calm. "I'll run inside and get the things you need."

  Doc opened the door and Catherine's groans of pleasure could be heard.

  I went around the rail and knelt before Devney, brushing her hair out of her face. "Better?"

  She took a deep breath. "Yes."

  "Look at me, baby. I will never hit you. Spank you, but that's different entirely. You'll just have to learn to trust me on that. Now, are you all wet for me still?"

  Her eyes widened at the change of topic. There was no need to dwell on something she would have to believe in over time. She barely knew me, so actions were better than words. "Yes," she whispered.

  "Let's just see about that. A good girl who's all wet for her husband gets a reward."

  Her eyes widened again, this time for a completely different reason.

  I moved behind her, reached down and lifted up her skirt, resting it on the small of her back. I could see how her ass was still nice an pink from my hand. "Oh baby, you're drenched. Do you still need to come?" I idly ran a finger through her dripping slit.

  "Oh, yes," she sighed.

  I quickly undid the placket of my pants and sighed as my hard cock fell into my palm. I nudged it against her pussy, letting it slide up and down her slick folds. I gripped her hip to hold her still since her hands were pinned to her sides. "Can you feel my cock, baby? That's your reward. I'm going to fuck you now."

  "Mr. Bridger. Here? Wait!" she cried, trying to shift, but couldn't move from her precarious position.

  Instead of answering, I thrust into her so I bottomed out against her womb.

  She cried out, her head coming up at being filled so abruptly.

  "I fuck you when I want, Devney. Where I want. How I want. You may come, again and again with me in you." I moved within her to match the pace of my building orgasm. I wanted Devney to come, but I also wanted her to know how I would use her. Her body would need to respond to my kind of fucking. And it wouldn't be gentle.

  "Say it, Devney. Where I want."

  "Where...you want," she repeated.

  "When I want."

  "When you want. How you want," she panted.

  The hard slaps of flesh on flesh filled the air. Warm sunshine beat down upon us. We were out in the open, exposed. "Such a good girl. Doc's going to come out and see you getting fucked, Devney. Getting your reward. The ranch hands might ride by. I know Cole and Tessa will hear your screams of pleasure from their house when you come."

  Devney tipped her hips as best she could to meet my every deep thrust.

  I heard the door open and saw Doc come out on the porch. I continued to fill her pussy as I talked. "Devney needed a reward, Doc. Watch her come."

  "Oh, God," she cried, although I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or knowing her arms were pinned to her sides, she was over a hitching post and being fucked while the town doctor watched. I really didn't care. When her pussy walls began to clench, I knew she was about to come. I dipped my thumb in her wetness and coated her little rosette with it, pushed against the muscle there and forced my thumb in.

  Devney's pussy clenched down on my cock as she came, crying out her pleasure as she milked me, sucking me deeper and deeper into her body. My balls tightened and I came, shooting thick streams of cum deep within her.

  After I caught my breath, I slowly withdrew and put my cock back in my pants, all the while I watched my seed seep out of her open slit, drip down her thighs and onto the ground beneath her.

  Doc came down the steps to stand beside me. "The belt's the easiest way to keep her hands off her pussy, but it’s unrealistic since she can't do anything else either. For now, you might need to take her with you to the stable or barn to watch her carefully instead."

  "Sure, Doc." He handed me a pill. "I'm going to put your pill in your ass now, Devney."

  "Oh, Mr. Bridger, I don't need it!" She shifted her hips to get up, but she was truly stuck without the use of her hands.

  "If you don't want me to breed you, then you need the pill. Now be a good girl and push out for me."

  I took my time putting the pill in, playing with her ass as I talked to Doc. "What should I do if she needs fucking right away and I'm out, say working with a horse in the corral?"

  Devney began to moan as I stretched her.

  "She could fuck herself on a special chair," Doc offered.

  It was plausible to have Devney sit upon a dildo affixed to the seat of a wooden chair. She could ride the dildo until she came over and over again. Catherine used one, but lately it was to fuck
her ass, not her pussy. I believed Tessa used one as well, but Cole only placed a small dildo on it so it didn't satisfy her like a big cock in her mouth did. "No, I don't think that's right for Devney."

  I pushed the pill in nice and deep. With my other hand, I rubbed my fingers over her swollen lips, clit and then delved into her pussy, finger fucking her nice and slow.

  "You could mount a dildo to a doorway and she could fuck that."

  This was the alternative I'd been thinking of as well. Devney could get on all fours and fuck herself on a dildo attached to a wall in the barn or stable. This was better as she couldn't move to someplace private as she could with a special chair. I wanted her out in the open. It was time to paint that mental picture for Devney.

  "Would you like that, baby? Spending the day with me in the stable? You can fuck yourself with a wall mounted dildo anytime you wish." I continued to work my fingers in and out of her pussy. My seed seeped out with each inward stroke. "It would feel just like this."

  "Yes!" she cried, although I doubted it was in agreement to what I said.

  "People might see you, just like right now, out in the open like you are."

  Her pussy walls clenched down and she screamed her second release. She slumped down upon the rail as she caught her breath.

  "I recommend a longer plug than yesterday; get her used to being nice and filled." Doc held up a much more impressive plug than her first one. It was of a similar thickness, but about twice as long.

  I wanted to take advantage of her wilted state, so I ran the plug through her dripping folds and began working it into her ass. "This one's going to fill you up so nicely, baby." Because she was so relaxed from two orgasms in a row, her body didn't resist and I was able to work it in easily, although I was careful to go slow filling her up. She began moaning as it went in further and further until it was finally seated.

  I went around the rail and slowly helped her up. With the bar between us, I held her forearms and kissed her, softly and gently. "How does that feel?" Her dark eyes met mine, although still foggy with her pleasure.

  She licked her lips. "It's so deep," she whispered.

  "I know, baby. That's how it's going to feel when I fuck you there. Only I'm bigger." I grinned at the startled look on her face.

  "When we're done here, I'll go and set up that dildo for you in the stable," Doc said.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Devney

  My brain was a little slow from the two orgasms Sam had given me, so it was harder for me to understand what the doctor was referring to. He needed to set up a dildo in the stable? Why? How? I was too emotionally raw to ask. Sam had been so disappointed in me when he'd found me touching myself. It had felt so good. He'd shown me how to do it the day before, even praised me for it. But he'd been there to witness it, and it was his fingers on my clit that had me coming, not my own hand.

  I shivered as I remembered Sam pulling his belt from his pants. I'd assumed he was going to whip me as correction. That's what my father had done. Why not my husband as well? But instead of striking me, he'd strapped my arms down as...what? Punishment? Correction? I certainly couldn't touch my pussy with my arms pinned to my sides as they were. Even in such a compromising position, relying solely on Sam, he'd pleasured me not once, but twice. I'd let him expose me outside where any of the ranch hands could see me. He'd fucked me right out in the open. Doctor Graham had witnessed it, and had even went to retrieve the large plug that now filled me. And I'd let him! I'd let him do all of this to me.

  I'd had no choice. I couldn't have lifted myself off the hitching rail with my arms trapped. I couldn't have gotten far with two strong men chasing me. I couldn't have done anything except give in and accept whatever Sam decided. If he wanted to fuck me, he would. If he wanted to fill my ass with a large plug, he would. If he wanted to have everyone in Montana watch, he would.

  I had no choice. I had no say whatsoever. And the way my body responded to his every desire - no matter how inappropriate – was just a sign of my acceptance of the situation.

  I held back a sob at the realization. I was losing control of my body. Even now, standing next to Sam, I couldn't control how wet my pussy became. I couldn't control the way I wanted to rub my clit. I couldn't control my orgasms. Sam did. As much as that bothered me, it soothed the part of me that secretly desired everything he did. I was able to let go and just...enjoy.

  "Be sure to put the dildo on a wall right out in the open so everyone will be able to see her," Sam told the doctor. "One last thing, Doc. Devney's nipples? They're too flat. Look at them now, all hard from two orgasms and they don't protrude at all."

  I glanced down at myself, my breasts thrust up and out by the strange new corset. My nipples were a bright pink against the pale skin of my breasts, and they were fairly flat. Weren't they all? Except Catherine’s; hers were quite full.

  "The aureole are quite large, but you're correct, the nipples are very flat. Tug on them, let's see what happens," Doctor Graham said to Sam.

  Sam lifted his hands and cupped my breasts gently, then took hold of each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I tried to step back but it only made the pull stronger. I clenched my hands into fists, but could do nothing to swat his hands away with them trapped at my sides. "Sam!" I complained.

  "Mr. Bridger, baby." He tugged, then pinched down hard.

  I gasped at the sharp bite of pain. I felt my pussy clench in response, then wetness seeping down my legs. Did that happen because of my nipples were being tugged? I leaned into Mr. Bridger's touch.

  "She likes it," Mr. Bridger commented and kept working my nipples. My eyes fell closed and I reveled in the feeling. "Good girl, Devney. Submit."

  He let go and I moaned, slowly opened my eyes. Both men were glancing at my nipples. I looked down, and saw they were a dark red from Mr. Bridger's ministrations, yet they were still only slight bumps.

  "She needs nipple trainers. I would normally tell you to delay and let her adjust into her new role slowly, but this is a real problem." Doctor Graham stepped away and grabbed his bag, rummaged inside and pulled out small objects that fit in the palm of his hand. "Here."

  Mr. Bridger took one and held it up for me to see. There were two dainty looking rings in his big hand. One was about an inch across, the other much smaller. The rings were spaced apart by two posts.

  I frowned and stared at it, trying to figure out what it was.

  "This goes on your nipple, baby." He stepped into me, with one hand on my arm and walked me back until I bumped into the railing. I couldn't escape. He centered the large ring against my breast with my nipple in the middle, the two posts sticking straight out. He took the small tip of my nipple and tugged it with his fingers, pulling it outward until it was within the smaller ring. Using his other hand, he pressed the smaller ring together so it crimped around the very tip, holding my nipple in place, taut and pulled out from my body. Once secure, he let go.

  I gasped at the feeling of my nipple pulled so tightly. It looked taut and tight, all stretched out as it was. "Mr. Bridger, it's too much!" Not only was it a little painful, but there was pleasure as well. When he'd touched and played with my nipples just moments ago, it had felt so good, but he'd applied short-term pressure. Now, this was constant, and harsh.

  "Good. That's the answer I like to hear from a woman with new trainers. It should be too much, otherwise the nipple isn't being stretched enough." Doc nodded, as if satisfied. "That appears to be just the right length. It seems secure," he commented, carefully touching the metal and looking closely at it. "Now the other."

  Mr. Bridger did the same to the other nipple. They assessed my breasts as I stared down at myself. The metal was like a little frame. With my nipple caught in the outer ring, the object was firm against my breast. They weren't going anywhere, especially with my hands pinned down.

  "How's that, baby?" His emerald gaze met mine, questioning.

  "It's...oh...um--"

  "This is a normal reaction. You might w
ant to check her pussy. Some women can come from this alone."

  "Like Maura," Sam replied.

  "Exactly. Grant's wife can come from this. In fact, she can only come when her nipples are being worked."

  Mr. Bridger knelt down and reached his hand beneath my skirt and between my thighs. I felt his fingers slipping through my wetness and I cried out. He looked up at Doctor Graham. "She's slick all right, but then again, I filled her up pretty good."

  I started to rock my hips into his touch. I couldn't help it. I was insatiable even though I'd just come twice. "Mr. Bridger. Oh, please, may I come?"

  "That's my good girl. Asking for your pleasure like that. Yes, I'll give you your pleasure." He worked several fingers up into me while his thumb rubbed over my clit. "Doc, she's very greedy. Looks like I'm going to need you to get the stable all fixed up for her right away."

  I gripped my skirt. With my hands bound at my sides, I could do nothing but ride Mr. Bridger's fingers. It felt so good and my pleasure built so fast. I was going to come any moment.

  "Looks like it. I'll go do that now. Alternate wearing the trainers and leaving them off every few hours and overnight. Work up to all day long. There are other ways to stretch them, like weights, but we'll work up to that. I'll check back soon."

  I didn't care about my nipples, although just the feel of them, painfully taut, had me on the brink.

  With a tip of his hat, Doctor Graham grabbed his bag and walked off in the direction of the stable.

  "Now, Devney," Mr. Bridger commanded.

  So I obeyed. I came with my back against the hitching rail, my husband kneeling at my feet, my nipples stretched taut and exposed. I couldn't help it. I couldn't control it. It was all my husband's choice.

  ***

  After I recovered from my pleasure, he undid his belt and gently massaged each of my arms, kissing me gently. We ate a simple lunch with Jake and Catherine. As I ate my meal--leaning forward with tall posture so that I wasn't pressing on the large plug--I realized it was just like my nipples. They were throbbing now, the constant tug just as much a distraction as the large plug in my ass. I couldn't help they were so flat, so Sam had to help me stretch them by using the nipple trainers.