by Vanessa Vale
"What?" Connor asked as he stood before me. "Tis only your trunk being delivered from town."
"You can't answer the door like that," I hissed, my cheeks flaming.
"Verra well," he replied, so I moved away from the door. He reached down to grab his shirt. I thought he was to put it on, but instead he held the article of clothing over himself then opened the door. "Quinn, come in."
Connor stepped back as a man as large and burly as my two husbands carried my trunk inside. "I'm interrupting," he said, his voice deep and with an American accent as he took in both men's appearances. "Ma'am." He nodded his head to me in greeting.
I gave a brief head nod, and then turned my back on him, mortified.
"Ack, tis all right. Surely ye've seen a naked man before," Connor commented. Did he not have a modest bone in his body? "May I introduce our bride, Rebecca? Rebecca, this is Quinn. We couldna run the ranch without him."
I glanced at him over my shoulder and the man offered a weak smile and nodded one more time. I tried to smile but the situation was utterly ridiculous. Connor was naked and Dash remained seated with his hand still wrapped around his cock. Thankfully, he had ceased stroking it.
I cleared my throat. "How do you do?" I asked.
"Put it down over there, please," Dash directed.
The man did and went to the open doorway. "There is a second trunk Mr. Arnold offered to deliver tomorrow. What with the supplies and all, there wasn't room for both today. Congratulations on your wedding," he offered. "I will let the others know to give you some time."
"Tomorrow, Quinn. No visitors until tomorrow," Dash called out.
The man nodded as the corner of his mouth tipped up, then left. Connor closed the door and tossed his shirt on the floor. His cock stood erect and curved upward toward his navel. Were they always that hard? How did they ride a horse or walk, even? "Now where were we, sweetheart?" He tapped his chiseled chin with his thumb. He would have looked thoughtful if he hadn't been naked. "Ah yes. It was your turn to remove your clothes."
With shaking fingers, I began to work the buttons down the front of my dress free. The men's eyes watched the progression as I pushed the dress down over my hips and let it drop to my feet. Except for the top swells of my breasts exposed and my bare arms, I remained completely covered.
"You're like shucking an ear of corn. Every time you take something off, there's more underneath," Connor commented. I pursed my lips and stared at him, not very pleased with the comparison.
I still wore a petticoat, drawers, a corset, stockings, shoes and shift. "I can remove nothing further without assistance with the corset."
"I shall be your ladies maid," Connor said, coming over to me, his cock bobbing before him. I spun on my heel as not to watch the sight, but I now faced Dash directly and he sat, legs splayed, working his cock with his hand. It appeared even darker and almost angry in appearance.
Connor pulled and tugged at the ribbon on the back of my petticoat and the layers of material lowered to the floor in meringue-like fluff. He held out his hand and I took it, stepping out.
Squatting down, he removed one fashionable boot then the other before standing to his full height once again. His hands worked and tugged at the laces on the back of my corset. "These stays are as tight as a cinched girth. Tis no wonder ye fainted."
I frowned. "An ear of corn and a saddle girth," I grumbled. Neither man was fancy with his words.
With the last bit of laces undone, Connor pulled the corset away and I took a deep breath, the first I'd had since morning when Mrs. Tisdale tightened it. Little did I know then that I'd have two men's eyes on me as the stays were undone.
Connor came around to stand in front of me, and both men's eyes raked over me. My shift was white and made of a fine linen that was all but transparent. My breasts were bountiful enough that the material was stretched taut over their curves. These curves were where the men's gazes rested.
"Nay, lass, ye are all woman."
I glanced down and saw that my nipples were tight and clearly outlined. They weren't small to begin with, but they seemed blatantly large now. The chemise hung to mid thigh over my drawers and my stockings only came to just above my knees, so a portion of my thighs was exposed. I crossed an arm over my chest, but it was not much of a barrier.
"Ye are fetching, lass."
"Beautiful."
Their praise warmed me.
Dash crooked his finger. "Come here, sweetheart."
Biting my lip, I stepped back between Dash's spread knees and his hands came up to my waist. Without the material of my dress, his hands were much warmer. He tugged me toward him for another kiss that was soft and sweet and when he pulled back I was languid and some of the tension had seeped away. Perhaps they were drugging me with kisses. If this was their plan, it was working. "I could keep kissing ye all day, but I have other plans. Take off your drawers, sweetheart," he said, his thumbs moving back and forth and eliciting tingles across my skin. Goose bumps rose on my bare arms.
Reaching beneath the hem of my chemise, I found the bow on the string holding up my drawers, gave it a tug and let the garment fall to the floor. I didn't want to work it off, for then I'd lean forward and Dash would have an unobstructed glimpse of my breasts from the loose neckline of my chemise. More importantly, letting them fall kept me covered...lower.
"Have ye ever pleasured yerself before?" Dash eyed me, but it was hard to hold his gaze when his cock was jutting from his body and pointing straight toward me.
I shook my head. "I...I do not know what you mean."
"Have ye ever touched yer pussy before?" Connor's question had me tilting my head up to look at him, which was good because it kept me from looking at his chest and...lower.
"I'm going to assume that you are not referring to a cat," I countered.
He grinned, teeth straight and white. "Nay, but if I stroke it enough it will make ye purr."
"Lift yer hem up and show it to us. Yer pussy. I bet the hair there is as dark as on yer head."
I flushed hotly. They wanted to know if I touched myself...there? Why would I do that and how did it lead to any kind of pleasure? "I don't want to," I said. "I know I am to do as my husband bids, but...but I can't. I can't show it to you. I've only met you this morning and you're asking me to expose parts of myself that I have not shared with another."
I looked from one man to the other to see if their expressions held any kind of anger at my contrary words. There was none.
"Verra well. For now. All right?" Dash asked.
A sigh escaped my parted lips. "Thank you."
"We can start with yer breasts. Lord, they are stunning and I havena seen them yet." Before I knew his intentions Dash leaned forward in his seat and put his lips around my nipple and sucked the entire thing into his mouth, even through the chemise.
"Oh!" I cried, grasping his head, his fair hair silky soft between my fingers and tried to pull him off, but I couldn't. "What are you doing?"
"He's sucking on your nipple." Connor's words were right by my ear. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He kissed the outer shell of my ear, and then his tongue darted out to slide around the curve before he sucked the lobe into his mouth, tugged on it with his teeth, and then let go.
"Ah!"
The wet heat of Dash's mouth, the strong suction and the decadent movement of his tongue had me clenching my fingers tightly in his hair. A sharp pull, not painful, but a little desperate went through me. His mouth relaxed and he licked over the tip. Looking down, a circle of the chemise was completely transparent and wet over my nipple and the rose color was evident. The tip was tightly furled and when his tongue flicked over that peak, I cried out. "What...why...how?" My questions were all merged together and made no sense for I was becoming nonsensical. How did just Dash's mouth on my nipple make me...feel.
Dash lifted his head and blew gently on the damp skin, then looked up at me through his fair lashes. "How about the other one? Is it lonely?"
A minute
earlier, I wouldn't have known to what he referred, but now...now I understood and it was lonely. It practically ached for attention. While the air was warm, it chilled the wet tip and it ached. Fortunately, Dash didn't need an answer, for he moved to the other breast and suckled at the other tip as he had the first. Again, my hands went to his head and this time, instead of trying to push him away, I held him in place.
It felt so good, so unlike anything I'd ever felt before. And lower, between my legs, I could feel myself growing warm. Not only that, I felt achy and almost...wet. When Dash lightly bit down on the tip, I cried out and my eyes flew open.
"I think you can make her come just like this," Connor commented. "I want to try one. One for each of us, lass."
Dash pulled back and turned my hips so when Connor knelt on the floor, his mouth was at the perfect height. Dash didn't delay in his return to my other breast.
The two of them latched on and eagerly licked and sucked, nipped and tugged on my nipples, touching me nowhere else.
My head dropped back and my eyes closed. I had to think of England or the dark, scary closet at school or even Mrs. Withers, for I did not want them to know how much I liked what they were doing. A small cry slipped past my lips one time, but surely they would have thought it was because they were too rough. I couldn't, couldn't be a loose woman. I fisted my hands at my sides against the sharp twang of pleasure that whipped across my skin and settled between my legs. My pussy, or whatever they called it, was so very hot.
Dash pulled back and told Connor to stop. "She's fighting it."
"Ah, lass, dinna fight us. Dinna fight the your body's reactions to our touch," Connor told me as he stroked a hand over my forehead, pushing my hair back from my face.
I opened my eyes and looked down at them. "I...can't. I can't like it" Dash frowned and held me in place.
"Why ever not?" he asked. "There's no shame in finding pleasure in your husbands' touch."
I nodded fervently. "Yes. Yes, there is."
"We're nae back to the thinking of England, are we?"
"I'm not supposed to like it," I countered.
Dash's eyebrows arched up beneath his hair. "Yes, ye are. They were lying to ye."
"A husband doesn't want a woman who's passionate, for he will question her countenance."
"Aren't ye also supposed to do yer husbands' bidding?" Connor asked, continuing to stroke the side of my face.
I couldn't help but nod, for that was what I'd been trained to be: biddable.
"Then ye must do as we say," Dash told me. "And we are telling you—"
"Giving ye permission," Connor cut in.
Dash nodded. "—to like it."
"In fact, if ye dinna let go and give in to us, then you will be disobedient and then I'll have to take ye over my knee."
CHAPTER FOUR
REBECCA
My mouth fell open at his words and I felt a moment of stark fear. "You said you wouldn't beat me," I whispered.
Connor slowly shook his head and his eyes stayed heated, not angry. "Beat ye? Never, but dinna think I willna turn ye over my knee for a spanking if ye deserve it."
They seemed to be resolved that I would simply bow to their wishes in this, when the feelings they wrought, just by their mouths on my breasts—they'd barely touched me!—was unlike anything I'd ever known. On one strong pull by Dash's mouth, my hands went to their heads and held on. Perhaps their attentions were more ardent as if trying to force pleasure upon me. I quickly gave up that notion for they did not seem to need to force me at all. They were coaxing me, slowly and rather easily, into pleasure.
"We want to touch ye, lass, we want to pleasure ye. We want ye to know how good we can make ye feel." Dash's voice slipped to a husky whisper as a hand rested on my hip, then another on my other hip. Their touches were gentle, the heat from their hands seeping into me.
"Dinna be afraid. Ye are our wife and we can't keep our hands off ye."
"Yer skin, tis like silk."
My eyes slipped closed as they continued to praise me, to tell me how much they loved my body, how I made them feel. Apprehension washed away as I realized they were pleased with me, that they wanted me to desire them. I felt the fabric snag on their work-worn hands as they ran them over the bare skin of my thighs. Their palms were hot and as they changed path back up to my hip again, pushing my chemise up so they were cupping my bottom.
"No," I whispered when they both pulled away, not because I wanted them to stop, but because I wanted them to continue. My eyelids fluttered open and I saw new looks on their faces. Gone were the almost tender expressions, replaced now by tight jaws, parted lips, and heavy lidded eyes that looked at me as if I were dinner. Based on the way they'd been nibbling and sucking on my flesh, perhaps I was.
Connor moved to stand behind me and took hold of my wrists, lifting my arms above my head. Dash slid his hands up the side of my ribs, raising the chemise all the way until Connor could grab it from him and pull it up over my head and toss it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Dash froze, his eyes intent upon my body. "Holy hell, woman, ye are stunning."
"Her ass is perfect," Connor said as he lowered his head and kissed my shoulder.
I didn't have a moment to feel awkward, for their hands began to run over my skin. Hips to belly to thighs to breasts, Dash's hands roved. Connor's cupped my bottom, stroked over my back as he kissed and licked along my shoulder to nip at the juncture with my neck.
It was as if my body had been asleep and they were awakening it. My skin tingled all over, warmed beneath their rough hands. My nipples were distended and red from their attentions. Somehow, between my thighs, I was slick and almost swollen, as if my flesh there was preparing for their...for their cocks. What had been preposterous only a few minutes ago now seemed to be something I needed.
They were murmuring to each other, as if reveling in my body as much as I was savoring their touches.
She has delectable curves. Her breasts, they overflow my palms. Her arse is round and perfect for fucking. Her pussy's glistening. I can smell her arousal. She tastes so sweet. I wonder if the rest of her is as sweet. She has a glorious thatch of hair on her pussy, but it will have to go. I want to see that perfect pearl all hard and eager for us.
My head fell back against Connor's shoulder as they continued to learn me. I was lost, completely lost in their voices and their hands upon me so when Dash said, "Touch yer pussy, sweetheart," it took me a moment for his words to make sense.
I opened my eyes and glanced down at him. He'd stopped touching me, his hands resting on the arms of his comfortable chair, but my skin still felt tingly and warm. His cock was still erect and pointed straight at me.
"Touch my...?"
Connor took hold of my wrist and brought it around in front of me so that my fingers brushed against my womanhood. "This is yer pussy, lass. Dash wants you to touch it. Run yer fingers over those pink lips and find your clit. I bet it's nice and hard. Show us what ye like."
Dash's gaze held mine. While Connor spoke, I knew it was what Dash wanted.
"I...I shouldn't."
"Ye can," Dash countered.
"But—" I began, ready to explain why I couldn't touch myself in such a way. It was forbidden!
"Either touch yer pussy or we will."
He wasn't offering much of a choice, but I decided having my own hands there would be better than either of the men's. Slowly, I stroked my fingers over myself.
"There's...there's something wrong," I admitted as I felt my folds of woman's flesh warm and quite slick. It had never been like this before.
Connor moved around me, and then squatted down. "Something's wrong with yer pussy? Let me see."
I tried to take a step back, but he was quick. His arm was about my waist and his other hand was between my thighs before I could even blink. "If there is something wrong with ye, we need to know."
I squirmed in his hold, completely unused to my hand there, let alone a man's.
His touch, though, was gentle and almost hot. My flesh there heated on contact with the tips of his fingers and I felt even slicker that before. I couldn't help the breath that hissed through my teeth.
His fingers slipped over the hair that protected my womanhood, then over the plump folds before parting them. There, he brushed against a place that had me crying out and my eyes flying open. "What was that?" I gasped.
Connor grinned.
"That is yer little clit." That was all the answer he provided and didn't touch that place, that glorious place that sent a flood of pleasure through my body again. Instead, one blunt finger circled my entrance but did not dip inside.
"I find nothing wrong." He pulled his hand away and my hips shifted forward as if to follow him. "Why do ye think there's something amiss with such a perfect pussy?"
I couldn't look at either man's questioning gaze.
"Rebecca," Dash's voice was deep and insistent.
"It's wet there and I think even dripping down my thighs. That's never happened before."
I saw Dash's arm reach out and felt a finger slide up the inside of my upper thigh. When he brought that finger to his mouth, my mouth fell open as I watched him lick my moisture from it.
"Mmm, sweet. Just as I thought."
Tears lodged in my throat. "I'm...I'm sorry," I admitted, trying to step back. Dash grabbed my hips and tugged me forward and I had no choice but to put my knee on the chair beside his pant-clad thigh. Another quick tug and my other leg was placed in a similar fashion on the other side. My swaying breasts were inches away from his mouth.
"Ye are supposed to be wet. Dripping, even. That's a sign yer body wants us, that it wants to fuck. So while your pretty pink lips may be saying no, yer body is saying yes."
"There's...there's nothing wrong with me?" I asked, still unsure.
"Nay, ye are perfect." Dash's words made my worries melt away. "I would ask ye if ye liked Connor's fingers on yer pussy, but we know the truth. We're going to touch ye there now, get ye all ready for my cock."
