Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) (12 page)

"There. That should take care of the problem. You may now go back to riding the dildo. I can see from here you were enjoying it, the dildo and the doorframe around it are coated in your juices."

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that he was correct. My face heated and I glanced at the men, mortified.

"You're starting early on the nipple training, aren't you?" Grant asked.

Mr. Bridger pointed his chin toward the doorway. "Go Devney. I want to watch." He gave me a pointed look so I remained silent and obeyed. He hadn't punished me. He hadn't raised his voice or barely touched me when I disobeyed. He'd corrected me. "It will please me to see you work yourself until you come."

I nodded balefully and went back to kneel as I had before. He wanted to see me come? He wanted me to pleasure myself still, even after I'd disobeyed? I lifted my skirt up once again, got back into position.

"Sorry, Grant." Mr. Bridger replied. "To answer your question, she has very flat nipples. They need to be stretched right away. I didn't want to wait at all."

Grant moved to lean against a wall, crossing one leg over the other as he  watched me push myself onto the dildo. I was sure he could see it spreading my lips apart. "Then you're being smart. It's important for nipples to be large. Maura can give Devney some advice when they meet."

"Much obliged," he replied.

I began to slowly rock back and forth, careful to place my hands near enough to my nipples so I wouldn't overextend the rope. With my hands directly beneath my shoulders, there was plenty of slack, but I knew if I tried to reach back to my pussy, it would really hurt. So I closed my eyes and focused on being filled. The plug in my ass was so large, and with the dildo buried in me, the two together felt so good.

"You're going with a plug instead of a cork for her?" Cole asked. I recognized his deep voice from earlier.

In. Out. Roll the hips.

"She has a gorgeous, virgin ass. I want it to be nice and tight when I fuck her there. Not just the first time, but every time. That doesn't mean she can't be filled, so she's got a nice big one in there."

I started to become a little restless; I wasn't getting any closer to coming. It was as if I'd hit a plateau and couldn't go any higher. My hand reached back and I felt the tug on my nipple and I moaned, not only by the reminder, but because of frustration.

"The rope is simple, but very effective," Grant said.

Ooh! I wanted to yell at the man for being so patronizing, but I knew I shouldn't be so angry. It wasn't him; it was the fact that I couldn't come! The dildo was too small. It didn't go in deep enough and it wasn't wide enough to stretch me and rub against all the special places Mr. Bridger seemed to find. It was so warm in the stable. The air thick and my skin beaded with perspiration. My legs were becoming tired. I pushed back all the way, my bottom resting against the doorframe. I stopped and turned pleading eyes on Mr. Bridger.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"It's too small," I replied, my words laden with frustration.

"Too small?"

"I can't ... come." I started crying. My need, my angst at not reaching completion ebbed out in tears.

Mr. Bridger came over to me and knelt down beside me. He brushed my tangled hair back from my face. "Do you need my cock, baby?"

I nodded against his warm palm.

"All right. Work yourself off the dildo," he crooned. I did what he said and he helped me up. My skirt fell back to the ground. "This won't do. The skirt's going to be in the way." He worked the buttons free at my waist and let the skirt drop to the floor.

"Now, come over here to the pen and hold on to the top rail."

There was a small enclosure with a half fence surrounding it. Straw was on the floor and it appeared to be used to isolate a horse or perhaps for foaling. I grabbed hold of the wood that came a little above waist height. Fortunately, this height allowed for plenty of slack in the rope.

Mr. Bridger moved right up behind me and I could feel his hard cock through his pants on my bare bottom. "Lift your leg, baby, and place it on the bottom rail. Good. Now move your foot wider. Even wider. Good. Just like that."

"Before you get your fucking, you get your spanking. Ten this time. Gentleman, I need to take care of my wife, then I'll be able to get back to work."

I didn't have a moment to think. He spanked me in rapid succession, but his palm made contact with a different spot on my bottom each time, lighting up my entire backside with the burning slaps. I cried out, then began to sob as his palm hit harder on the last two. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath once finished, then glanced over my shoulder. He undid his pants, his cock springing free. Oh yes, that's what I needed. Even with a fiery backside, I wanted his cock.

Grabbing my hips in a tight grasp, he pulled me back a little, lined himself up and thrust deep. With my leg up, I was spread open for him and his penetration was swift. The material of his pants felt rough against my tender skin, but instead of hurting, it only heightened the pleasurable sensations I was feeling.

I sobbed as the pleasure of being filled mingled with the burning of my spanked flesh. It was as if I needed his cock, and just his cock because I came immediately, crying out with a pleasure so intense I slumped against the rail. It was as if that was the sole thing I'd been missing. How thick he was, how long he was, how he could move his hips to work me just the way I needed. He controlled my orgasms. I had no doubt in my mind now that they belonged to him.

Sam

Once I finished fucking Devney, I opened a clean horse blanket and let her rest upon it. I then went back to tend to the injured horse with Cole and Grant. My wife fell asleep wearing only her blouse and corset, practically naked. She was swollen, her lips spread wide to reveal a well used pussy with my seed and her juices seeping out. The large brown end of the plug was easily visible between her very red ass cheeks. And her nipples -  I was hard again just thinking about seeing them taut and entrapped in the trainers. I'd have to take them off soon, as she would be quite sore. She'd hesitate at having them put on again, but in the interim, I'd let her rub ointment into them. It would create a very mild cycle of arousal where she would want to play with them, then put them back in the trainers as she'd begin to crave the stretch. I didn't want her desire to be created from the pill or ointment. I just wanted to give it a little boost, or otherwise she'd fight me and the trainers. Ultimately, her nipples would elongate quite nicely. It would take a long, long time, but I was patient and I had no doubt we'd both enjoy the transformation.

"She's incredible, Sam." Grant slapped me on the back and went over to hold the horse's bridle. Cole was crouched down by the animal's back leg and I joined him, checking on a healing gash.

"That she is."

"I thought you were a confirmed bachelor," Cole added, giving him a big grin.

"I thought so too, but when I saw her the first time, holding a loaded rifle on her front porch, I knew she was mine." I couldn't help but grin at the image. "Where's your contented wife?" I asked.

"With Maura. Tessa sucks my cock before every meal, so since I missed the one at midday, she came to the stable to tend to me beforehand."

"She's clearly in heat," Grant replied, keeping his voice low as not to wake her. "Both your wives, but I was referring to Devney."

"Yes, and she's responding quite well with only one pill a day. She can come without touching her clit. She could right from the start. And I'm going to keep it that way."

"Your method of correction was quite inventive," Cole replied.

"I assume you're referring to the string and not the spanking."

The man shook his head and chuckled.

"It was, wasn't it?" I ran my hand down the horse's flank. "She's submitting well. I'm surprised at how fast I've been able to dominate her."

Satisfied the horse was healing well, we left the stall and I shut the half door behind us. "I've been married for over a decade and you'll always be working on her submission,” Grant said. “It changes, but doesn't stop."

"That's the enjoyment of it," Cole said, clearly satisfied with Tessa. "For both of us."

I thought for a moment. One joy of being married was having an obedient wife, but Devney often questioned my decisions. She was clearly an exhibitionist, not bothered by being seen being exposed or fucked, but she fought against it's appropriateness. Her mind and body were in a battle, and ultimately, her body would win. I just had to show her that her desires were not wrong, and that she should be proud of her body and the reaction she had to me and what I did to her. I'd push her continuously to discover this.

"What's ironic is that even though she's the one doing the submitting, she has all the power."

My time was now focused on her -  her needs, her desires, her submission. How she reacted in the near term dictated how I would work with her in the future. It was all about Devney. I realized I was just as crazy as my brothers.

Grant chuckled and gave me a good whack on the back. "Welcome to marriage, cousin."

Cole grinned. "Tessa's the one on her knees, but I'm the one who's tied in knots."

I glanced down the long central corridor to where Devney lay asleep. Her pale skin glowed from the light coming through a nearby window. I wanted to go track down her father and string him up by his balls for hurting her as he had. If Jenkins wasn't dead, I'd kill him all over again for neglecting her. I just wanted to protect her, cherish her, let her see how passionate she could be, let her see how perfect she was.

Shaking my head at the sappy direction of my thoughts, I turned to the men and grinned. "Go home and fuck your wives."

***

The next two days fell into a routine of sorts. Devny’s arousal would wake her in the middle of the night, then again at first light, which I happily slaked in bed. After bathing, she'd get her pill and a smaller plug; I wanted her to solely focus on her pussy being fucked, not her ass. I'd even placed a dildo on the wall in the dining room just like in the stable, although the size was closer to my cock and she didn't become quite so frustrated with it. She'd ride the dildo, either in the house or stable, for long stretches of time before I’d pull her off, spread her wide and fuck her. Only when I was cramming her full would she come.

I put the trainers on her for short durations and let her rub the ointment into her tender nipples when they were bare. There was negligible change in their length; it would take months for them to begin lengthening, and perhaps only then after the use of more rigorous means such as dangling weights, and that was something I was uncertain about implementing. The rope I left affixed to her wrists just wrapped the slack around each until the trainer dangled like a charm on a bracelet. It seemed to be an excellent deterrent for touching herself; in fact, she hadn't touched her clit in days.

The biggest perk behind full heat was that she was extremely compliant. She was not disobedient or the least bit contrary, which meant no more spankings. Her mind was too focused on coming to think otherwise, and I was able to make great strides in her training. She reveled in being seen fucking the wall dildo in the stable; I ensured the men came in and out and commented on her greedy pussy, although no one touched her, let alone got anywhere near her. When she was finally ready to come, close to the brink, yet unable to achieve orgasm alone, I leaned her over any free surface in and around the stable and fucked her, hard and long. And she loved it as much as I.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Devney

"Wake up, baby," Sam murmured, his warm breath against my nape. He kissed behind my ear.

"Mmm," I mumbled, pleased to be woken in such a way. I responded so easily to his touch, because with everything he did to me, with me, he brought me such great pleasure. I'd lost the fear of him hurting me; he was now my safe place. Stretching, I felt the changes in my body; my nipples were sore and tingly, my ass was filled, although with a much smaller plug. My pussy, too, was a little sore, but it was perpetually wet, perpetually greedy, just as Mr. Bridger had said.

The bed was soft and warm, the scent of my husband's heated skin mixed with the musky tang of late night fucking filled the air. Soft light came through the window.

"It's time for your first fuck, baby, then I can get you ready for the day and I can head to the stable."

I responded not by words, but by shifting into the position he liked when he took me in bed--on my stomach with my knees tucked beneath me and spread wide. I placed my head on my pillow and my fingers grabbed hold of the wooden slats of the headboard.

"So wet, I see," he murmured as he knelt behind me and lined his cock up so the broad head opened up my pussy lips. In one slow stroke, he filled me to the hilt. Instead of his usual hard pace, he went slower this morning, more leisurely, letting my pleasure build and simmer in a most taunting way before finally grabbing my hips and working me the closer he came to his own. I came first, but Mr. Bridger quickly followed.

"I swear, baby, your pussy milks the seed right from my cock when you come so hard like that."

I grinned lazily, my eyes closed, savoring the comfort of the bed, my sated, replete body and a very attentive husband.

***

An hour later we were both dressed and finishing our breakfast. Mr. Bridger had put a new plug in my ass, this one even smaller. It had me questioning what he had planned if this was so diminutive. My answer came as we finished our coffee. "Today you'll wear your nipple trainers for longer periods of time. Unwind the rope for me, baby."

The trainers were intense. The stretch of my nipples was constant and it created a dull throb that spread to my pussy. There was no question that it caused my pussy to be copiously wet. I wanted to touch myself, to run my fingers through the slickness, but the ropes wouldn't allow it. The tug on an already stretched nipple was indeed painful. So far, I'd had a reprieve after a few hours and I'd rubbed the thick ointment into the red, abused tips. Now though ... longer?