Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides #7) - Golden Angel Page 0,24

jerked. It felt almost wrong to have her in this position and not plunge into her, but I needed to get back to Clive in the fields.

I had won the coin toss to deliver Rhys’ gift since both of us wanted to start her bottom training as quickly as possible, but Clive wouldn’t take it well if I dallied, and I wouldn’t blame him. While we might take turns having Sassy to ourselves at some point, that would need to be agreed upon beforehand.

Sassy looked over her shoulder, craning her neck to see what I was doing as I pulled one of the polished wooden plugs out of the box. We’d ordered three from Rhys, in growing sizes, and I’d picked up the smallest.

“What is that?” she asked, pushing herself up with her hands to see better.

I swatted her bottom. “Back down on the table, sweetheart.”

With a disappointed humph, she lowered back down while I oiled the wood, making it nice and slick and even shinier than it already was.

“These are going to help get your bottom ready for Clive and me,” I told her, making sure its surface was nice and slick. “It’s called a plug. Today you’re just going to wear it for the afternoon while you get used to it.”

She gasped when I pressed the tip to her bottom and began to push in, already squirming at the sensation. My cock throbbed in protest of its confinement. Ignoring the need pulsing through me, I concentrated on gently opening up Sassy’s bottom, moving the plug back and forth with little motions, pushing it deeper.

Sassy

* * *

Oh, my…

My fingers gripped the edge of the table, and I gasped at the sensation of being stretched open. I had become accustomed to a finger or two when Clive or William had his mouth on my pussy, but this was different.

It was harder, thicker, and there was nothing to distract me from the slow burn of penetration as William worked the plug back and forth inside me.

My bottom clenched, trying to keep out the invader.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” William said, and I moaned when he touched my clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made my toes curl. “It will be easier if you relax.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one having something pushed up his bottom. It didn’t hurt, other than a slight burn. I trusted him, so I tried to relax. His fingers circling my clit added to the growing pleasure, which far outweighed the discomfort from the plug.

It nosed deeper, and I yelped at the tiny sting as it suddenly popped through the tight ring of my entrance. Now snugly fitted inside of me, I could feel it pressing on my insides, filling me even more than their fingers and with far more resistance.

“Good girl,” William said, giving my pussy a final pat before pulling down my skirts.

Indignant, I shot straight up to a standing position, which made my bottom clench around the plug. I gasped at the sensation, unable to focus for a moment.

“Whoa there!” William grabbed my elbow, keeping me from swaying too much. “Alright, sweetheart?”

Was I alright? Oh… no. No, I was not.

“No!” I glared at him. “I’m all heated up, but I didn’t… you didn’t…” I blushed hard. Not because dirty words intimidated me, but because asking for what I wanted felt so unfamiliar.

“Well, now you know how I feel,” he said with a wink. I scowled, but he pulled me into his arms, kissing the frown from my lips before pulling away. “Don’t take that out unless you need to use the outhouse. Clive and I will be back at our regular time.” He sauntered out of the house, hard cock pressed against the front of his pants as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

My scowl returned, and I looked down my front. My body was so ready, so primed, maybe I didn’t need my husbands for what I wanted… The front door opened, and I jumped in surprise, heart in my throat, but it was just William again. He pointed a stern finger at me.

“No touching yourself while we’re away, Sassy.” His expression was so forthright, I knew he was serious. “Clive and I will take care of your pleasure tonight.” Then he was gone again.

Scowling, I kicked the table leg in frustration, which made the plug jostle. My body pulsed, and I whimpered. Taking a deep breath, I decided I needed to find a chore to distract myself. What