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

told her, my voice soothing.
    "Allow me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
    "Aye. Ye are allowed to enjoy showing your gorgeous cunny to your men. Ye are allowed to be aroused by it, for we most certainly are. Touch yourself. Make yourself come."
    "What?" she squeaked.
    "Touch your cunny with your fingers until you come."
    "I don't want to," she countered as she shook her head.
    "Your mind dinna want to, but your body is desperate for release. As I said, I allow ye to like it. In fact, ye have nay choice. Ye will stay just like this until you come. I would assume we are close to Simms, which means the stage will stop."
    "But the driver!" she cried.
    We would never share the view of her delectable body with a stranger like the stage driver. Her body was precious. She was precious to us. "It's your choice. Show us how ye pleasure yourself or get another spanking beforehand."
    She pulled against our hold on her ankles, but we would not release her. This was the time for her to learn to obey me. Both of us. Punishment would be plentiful because of her willful spirit, but she'd quickly learn that we always pleasured her when she was good.
    "Five minutes to Simms! Five minutes," the stage driver yelled, his voice loud even over the rumbling of the wheels.
    Emma gasped in surprise and her right hand flew to her cunny, her fingers rubbing over it in untried ways.
    "Find your clit," Kane instructed. We wanted her to succeed. She'd earned a sweet release. We wanted to watch her as she came for it was a most beautiful sight. "Remember that place I touched you yesterday with my fingers? Yes, I can see you found it. Now, small circles. Just like that."
    We might force her to pleasure herself, but that didn't mean we couldn't guide her. She was inexperienced and it was our job to tell her what to do.
    Her cunny was slippery and wet and soon her fingers were shiny and coated with her arousal. Her eyes fell closed and she relaxed into the seat, giving in to our demands and focusing on her cunny.
    "Good girl. We can see what makes ye feel good. Oh, tiny circles on your clit? What about your cunny, your pussy, does it feel empty? Ye can slip your fingers of your other hand in, ye ken. Aye, like that." I talked to her all the while she played with herself. Her nipples softened, her back bowed and her mouth parted and I knew she was close. She was a glorious sight and perhaps we would have her sit on display like this every time we were in a stage.
    "Come for us, lass. Show us your pleasure."
    She shook her head back and forth, her hand continuing to move. "I can't, I can't do it!" she cried out.
    Kane shifted, placing her foot on the edge of the bench seat and moved to sit beside her. He ran his hands over her puckered nipples and played with them as he leaned in and murmured in her ear. "Let go and come, baby. This isn't your decision. You don't have to like what you're doing, but you are allowed to feel pleasure in it. Feel pleasure knowing we are watching. You are so beautiful. Good girl."
    Her body tensed and her eyes flared open in surprise. She cried out as she came, her back bowing, her fingers slipping over her clit persistently. Her skin flushed a pretty pink all the way down to her upturned breasts, her skin bright with a sheen of perspiration. When the tremors left her body, when her heart rate slowed, she remained slumped upon the seat, her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. Her hand rested over her used cunny, her fingers glistening. We each held an ankle and enjoyed the view until the stage began to slow. There was nothing like a woman sated and replete from her pleasure, especially when the woman belonged to us.

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    EMMA
     
     
    The ride from Simms to the men’s ranch was several hours in duration. The exact length I was unsure of, but it felt interminable. I was sore...there, from the spanking, but also inside where my maidenhead used to be. They'd permitted me to button up the front of my dress so I