Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7) (6 page)

My cheeks flamed and I lifted my hands to them. That word… fuck, was used by Chloe and everyone at The Briar Rose in such a nonchalant way that I’d become immune. But when Parker used it in a question directed at me, I was instantly embarrassed.

My lack of response was answer enough. Both men glanced about.

“You couldn’t have gone out into the main rooms,” Parker said.

“Of course not,” I sputtered. Besides being unseemly, my virtue would have been in tatters and news of my presence spread through town like wildfire. It was acceptable for a man—even a married one—to seek out a woman for a night of passion, but the same could not be said for a woman interested in the attentions of a man. Especially the Millard heiress. 

“Where did you watch?” Sully asked, his voice deeper than I’d heard before. Commanding.

Compelled to respond, I pointed to the wall where a hideous painting of a bowl of fruit hung off kilter.

Sully skirted the table and lifted the artwork from the wall to reveal a small hole. Bending down—it was created for much shorter interlopers—he put his eye up to it. I could only imagine what he was seeing in the parlor. After a minute, he stood and moved out of the way, letting Parker take a peek. He groaned at whatever was happening.

He turned from the hole and looked down at me, grinning wickedly. “You were curious about what you saw? Enough to come back more than once. Admit it, sweetheart. There is no shame.”

“Yes.” I could lie, but it would be pointless.

“Are you curious enough to try the things you saw, now that you’re married?”

I turned away, paced across the room, saw that the cabbage was boiling too heavily and adjusted the flame beneath.

“Mary,” Parker prompted, my delay obvious.

I stood and spun to them, my nerves getting the best of me. “I don’t know how to answer. Either way and you’ll think less of me.”

Sully came around the table, pushing one of the chairs in as he went. “How so?”

I lifted my hands, let them fall. “If I tell you I’m curious, that I liked what I saw, then you’ll think me a loose woman. If I tell you I don’t like any of it, you’ll think me frigid.”

Sully closed the remaining distance between us and pulled me in for another hug. I felt his chin rest on top of my head, felt his deep breath. I had no idea such an intense man would be one to coddle. It felt good to be held, to be offered reassurance and comfort from the simple gesture.

“You are
not
frigid,” he replied. “You’re spirited and fiery and that kiss… it didn’t feel cold to me.”

That’s true, it was anything but cold.

“Go peek and see what’s happening in the other room,” Sully said. He squeezed me once, then let me go.

Taking a deep breath, I went to the peephole. I knew it looked into the small room beside the parlor, brightened by lamps and plenty of red velvet to make it bold. Comfortably lying on his back on the settee was a man; one knee was bent and a foot rested on the floor beside a woman’s rumpled drawers. I couldn’t see his face because Amelia was sitting atop it. Right on top of it! Her breasts were lifted out of her corset so her nipples were exposed. Her head was back, her eyes closed and her lips parted as the man put his mouth on her… there. He gripped her hips and held her in place so he could lick her pussy.

I gasped. This was not something I’d seen before.

“I’d like to do that to you,” Parker murmured. He stood directly behind me—I hadn’t heard him approach—and I startled, pulling my eye away from the hole. With his palms on either side of my head, I wasn’t going anywhere. Against my lower back I felt his cock, hard and thick.

“Keep watching. I want you to sit on my face just like that so I can eat your pussy. I want to know your taste, swallow down every bit of your cream. I want to make you scream your pleasure.”

My pussy ached as I watched the carnal sight. The man was proficient at his task, for while he held her hips securely with his hands, she undulated on top of him, crying out with abandon.

“I’ll push down your corset so I can suck one plump nipple into my mouth, then the other as Parker uses his tongue on your little clit.” Sully came to the side of me and whispered in my other ear.

They spoke as I continued to watch as the man shifted Amelia forward, her hands grabbing onto the back of the settee for support, her thighs quivering. Chloe had said she sometimes pretended to enjoy herself; Amelia definitely wasn’t acting.

“Your cheeks are flushed, your breath is quick. You want us to touch you like that,” Parker said.

A hand stroked down my back. I wasn’t sure whose hand it was, but it changed the experience of watching a couple in such a carnal union. I could
feel
what I was seeing, too. A hand tugged at my long dress, up and up it went until I felt fingers graze my stocking, then play with the edge of it, just touching my bare thigh.

I gasped, not only from the touch, but because the woman screamed her pleasure then. My pussy ached for its own fulfillment.

The door to the kitchen swung open and the hem of my dress fell to the floor. Sully turned and faced the person, shielding me. Parker retreated. Panicked, I spun about, my back pressed against the wall and glanced up at Parker. I felt like a child eating a slice of birthday cake before the party. Instead of scolding, he smiled at me, then winked. How just a smile eased my tension, I had no idea.

The person must have realized they’d interrupted something, for their footsteps retreated.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t fuck you on the table with a bowl of cabbage beside you,” Parker commented. “Shall we go upstairs instead?”

Sully turned so I was once again between the two of them, a spot they seemed to enjoy placing me. I couldn’t deny my eagerness. I could only nod as the feelings coursing through me could only be alleviated by these men.

CHAPTER FIVE

PARKER

Closing the door behind me, I turned the lock and faced our skittish bride.

“When we are in the bedroom, the first task for you is to strip. Tonight, you get a reprieve.”

When Mary’s eyes widened, and then her mouth opened to respond, I raised my hand to keep her quiet.

“You are not yet ready and more important, we want to undress you ourselves.”

“That’s right. You’re like a Christmas present in August,” Sully said, circling Mary as if she were prey. It was only a matter of time before he ate her up. “I’m looking forward to finding out what’s underneath the wrapping.”

The room was appointed with a large four-poster bed, quite elaborate for a brothel. There was a plush chair in the corner with a velvet-topped ottoman before it. The one window had brocade curtains, but the glass was shielded by a second set of curtains, these closed. Everything was a deep red. Decadent and exotic.

I also knew why Miss Rose offered this room. It was not one of the girls’ private rooms on loan. It was for special guests who paid well to spend the night in such decadence. It was also for special guests who liked their women tied to the bedposts or positioned on all fours on the ottoman for either a spanking or double fucking. Perhaps both. I would have to thank Miss Rose in the morning.

“Are there peepholes into this room?” Sully asked Mary.

She looked around, but shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in here before.”

Sully came up behind her, slid his hands around her waist and moved them up so they cupped her full breasts. “Someone could be watching us right now? Seeing my hands on you?”

She stiffened and tried to pull away, but her action only pushed her breasts more fully into his cupped hands.

“Shh,” he whispered. “They’ll see a beautiful woman with her men.”

He held her still a minute longer, letting her know who was in charge.

Moving his hands up to the top of her dress, he began undoing the buttons down the front, one by one. “
We
want to see you.”

I sat on the bed, watched as her delicate collarbones appeared, the upper swells of her breasts, the fine corset. Sully was swift and efficient, working the sleeves off her arms, then pushing the heavy fabric of her dress over her hips and into a puddle on the floor.

A sigh escaped my lips. “You’re not any less dressed than before,” I muttered, displeased with the layers upon layers of underthings Mary wore.

“This is what a woman always wears,” she countered, looking down at herself.

Sully undid the ties on her petticoat, pushed that down to fall on top of her dress. Then her drawers.

Her corset and shift remained.

Reaching around, Sully worked the stays of her corset loose, then tossed it aside.

Mary took a deep breath, released it. It was so snug, surely her tender skin was marked. All that remained was her shift.

My fingers itched to touch her, but I restrained myself. “When we dress you in the morning, all you get is your shift beneath your dress. Nothing else.”

She looked more appalled at the idea of missing some undergarments beneath her clothes than the fact that she was standing before us in only a shift. My words did distract her from the fact that her breasts pressed tautly against the sheer shift and her rosy nipples were pebbled and clearly defined. The material was so delicate I could even see the dark hair that shielded her pussy.

“I can’t go without a corset!” she replied, her voice rising.

Sully cupped her breasts in his palms. They were large for her small frame, a good handful. “Mmm,” he murmured. “You offer such delectable bounty. A looser one then, that doesn’t mar this pretty flesh.”

I was glad Sully had the same thoughts. Mary’s breasts were heavy teardrops and would be uncomfortable if left unbound, but she still needed to be able to breathe.

Sully continued to play and I watched as her eyes changed from aware to aroused, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder. It was uncomfortable to sit, my cock hard and long, pressing against my pants. Opening the front placket, I pulled it free and I began to stroke it.

Once she was well and truly lost to the feelings of Sully’s hands on her, he was able to lift the thin garment that separated her delectable body from our sight and toss it, too, onto the floor.

I groaned then, seeing her completely bare. Stunningly beautiful, and she was all ours.

Her nipples were a soft pink, hard and pointed straight toward me. Her waist was narrow and her hips flared out, wide and full. She was not a waif, all skin and bones, but lushly built. Her legs were long and shapely. Between them….

I groaned again at the sight of that dark thatch of curls, the pink lips that peeked out from beneath.

“Let’s see what you learned from your visits,” I said, continuing to stroke myself. “What’s this?”

I hoped her arousal would lessen her inhibitions and I was right. “Your cock.”

Sully’s hands gently stroked her. Up her sides, across her belly, along the outside of her thighs.

“And this?” Sully cupped her center.

“My… my pussy.”

“That’s right. Let’s see if I can make you purr,” he murmured into her ear as he worked his fingers into her. Soon enough, she was riding them, wild and eager for her release. She had no inhibitions and was very sensitive, quick to respond, quick to arousal.

“What do you want?” Sully murmured, hand buried between her thighs.

I liked the look of it, his dark hand, all work-worn and large, parting her creamy, lush thighs.

“I want to come. Make me come,” she demanded.

“Have you ever come before?” Sully asked.

She nodded, bit her lip.

“With your own fingers?” he added.

“Yes, but it’s not… it’s not like this.”

I smiled then, as her voice shifted from aroused to desperate. “No, it’s better with your men. You’ll have to show us how you touch yourself. Later.”

“Now,” she commanded. “Make me come now.”

Pulling his fingers free, Sully lightly spanked her pussy. She gasped and her eyes flared open.

I shook my head. “You don’t tell us what to do, sweetheart. You may have watched other couples fuck. You may have even touched yourself and found your pleasure, but we control it now.”

“We say how,” Sully said, spanking her once more between her parted thighs. Her lips there were swollen and red, her clit poking out and so responsive. “We say when.”

Amazingly, when Sully spanked her clit again, she came, her body shuddering and a groan escaped. Her body slumped in his hold and he wrapped a hand about her waist to keep her upright. We shared a telling look, then Sully spanked her pussy once more as she writhed in his hold, then plunged his fingers inside her.

“Yes!” she cried, lost to the pleasure, coming up onto her toes.

Holy fuck, Mary liked it when she had her pussy spanked. She came without a cock inside her. She came because we told her we controlled her now.

“I feel her maidenhead,” Sully said, pulling his fingers from her and putting them to Mary’s lips. “Open.”

She did as he commanded and Sully slipped his two dripping fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself. You are a little whore,” he murmured in her ear. “Coming without our permission. Coming because of your pussy getting spanked. We haven’t even gotten our cocks in you and you’re so greedy.”

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” I asked, stroking my cock again. Shit, the sight of her, so lost in pleasure, made me desperate to get inside her. “You’re
our
little whore. Just for me and Sully.”

“Perhaps we will show you off to others, but not yet. We, too, are greedy.”

She was panting now, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples softening before my eyes as her body was finally sated. But we were not done. We were
far
from done.

“You came without permission, therefore you will be punished.”

A little whimper escaped her throat. She didn’t fear the word
punished
,
only clenched Sully’s forearm.

Turning her about, he pointed to the ottoman. “Hands and knees, Mary. You were so beautiful when you came, but you didn’t obey us. Now we’re going to spank your ass a nice shade of pink.”