Free Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) by Vanessa Vale

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    "Kane!"
    She jolted and cried out more in surprise than in pain. The strike hadn't been overly hard; it was more of a warning and introduction than true punishment.
    Quickly realizing Kane was very serious, she widened her legs and I could see her cunny clearly as Kane began to spank her. Even though I'd just come, my cock hardened at the sweet sight, her lips there red and swollen from being fucked twice. "Count, please."
    Each strike landed someplace new on her untried bottom, the skin turning a light pink, yet quickly turning darker as she counted. It was the most arousing of sights. When she called out the tenth strike, she was crying, yet the fight had left her. Instead of kicking out and wiggling her hips, she'd given up and took her punishment, her body lax. Kane's strikes weren't overly hard, but solely for her to learn the consequences of her actions. She would be turned over a knee as needed, especially if she did something that would put her safety in jeopardy.
    Seeing her accept the error of her ways was a sweet sight. Her submission was beautiful and I was very pleased. Kane, no doubt, was as well.
    "Fifteen," she sobbed.
    Gently, Kane caressed her hot flesh, soothing her with words. "You did beautifully, sweetheart, taking your punishment like a good girl."
    Once she settled, her breaths coming evenly and slowly, Kane helped her up and onto the bench seat across from us once again, brushing the hair back from her face and kissing her brow gently. It was a mild spanking and she would quickly recover, however the hard seat and the bumpy ride would keep her mind on her transgression.
    "Put yer feet up on our knees," I said.
    She frowned at me in confusion, so I patted the bend in my leg where I intended. "Give me your foot." I held out my hands, palms up.
    She lifted her foot and I placed it against the front of my knee. Once she saw what I expected, she placed the other one in Kane's hand and he placed it against his own knee. This position had her sitting lower on the bench so her arse was off the edge, keeping the brunt of her weight off her sore flesh.
    "There. That's better, isn't it? Your arse will be sore for a little while, but sitting this way should ease your discomfort," I said, stroking my hand up and down her stocking covered calf.
    It was also an unladylike position, her shoulders slumped, her legs wide, her breasts uncovered and thrust out. My smeared seed had dried upon them leaving a dappled haze on her creamy skin. Emma was most certainly a lady, but neither Kane nor I were gentleman, at least not when we were alone with her. "Pull your skirt up. Show me my cunny, or as ye say here in America, pussy."
    When she didn't comply to my request, I arched my brow. Her eyes lowered and she complied, although her dislike of the action was obvious. Slowly, her fingers pulled the blue silk up higher and higher so it pooled at her waist. I moved my knee wider, which opened her legs further. We had the perfect vantage of her body.
    "You are so beautiful, Emma. Every inch of you." I couldn't help but stare at her delectable cunny and the way the tops of her creamy thighs were at full advantage above the edge of her stockings.
    Her cheeks heated and her hands gripped the edge of her seat, her knuckles white.
    "Ye dinna ken so?" I asked.
    She looked shocked by my question. "My breasts are exposed and my legs are apart and you can see...everything!"
    Both of us grinned.
    "Your body belongs to us and we will look at it as we wish. Your cunny is all swollen from our cocks, your lips there are open. Your arousal is obvious, lass. You doubt me, but your thighs, they're glistening with your desire. You liked the spanking."
    She tried to move her legs together but I gripped her ankle, Kane the other. "I did not!" she replied, full of indignation.
    "Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart," Kane said. "Your nipples are tight pink buds."
    She pursed her lips, her eyes bright with anger.
    "I allow ye to like it, lass," I