“Stay right there sweetheart,” Roscoe told her, and he scrambled to his feet. He took his place beside me. Together, we ran our hands over her bottom, reaching under her drawers, rubbing her softly, sliding one finger up between her legs, grinning as she arched back into us.
“You are the most beautiful bride in all of the Montana Territory,” Roscoe declared. “Plugged like this, for us, you are perfect.”
Even though Elise couldn’t see it, I nodded in agreement. Roscoe was right. We might not have been looking for a wife when we came across Elise in distress. But now that we’d found her, we wouldn’t be letting her go for anything.
“You might as well take your clothes off,” I said softly, standing up. “You won’t be going anywhere for a while. You’ll need time to get used to the plug before you start wearing it around.”
Her body stiffened and she turned around to look at me. “I’ll be wearing this again? Wearing it around?” She sprang to her feet, righting her clothing with quick, fierce movements. A deep blush spread across her face and she avoided my gaze.
“Yes sweetheart,” Roscoe answered.
“Your bottom hole will often be filled,” I told her. “If not with your plug, with our cocks.”
She looked up, her eyes wide with fear. “All the time?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Not all the time.”
“For an hour or so every day,” Roscoe said. “So we can fuck you there whenever we want without risk of hurting you.”
“But you don’t need to worry,” I assured her. I seemed to be telling her that a lot. The men she was running from were obviously brutal. Briefly, I wondered how long it would take for us to trust that we were men of our word. We had promised never to hurt her, and we wouldn’t. Ultimately, the plug was for her pleasure as well as ours. We were not selfish men. We would make sure she was just as satisfied as we were.
“We’ll take it slow,” Roscoe said. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
“I promised you a reward,” I reminded her. “You will always be rewarded when you wear your plug for us.”
As quickly as we could, Roscoe and I stripped her of her clothing and laid her gently back on the bed. We didn’t undress her slowly like we did before, taking our time to marvel at her body and kiss her naked skin, but instead we tore it from her eagerly, being careful not to tear her garments in our haste. As soon as we had her stretched out on the bed, her arms went immediately to her breasts, covering herself.
“No.” I pushed them away. “Hands by your sides. We want to see all of you.” She blushed, but obeyed. It seemed our new bride was always blushing. As soon as one faded, a new flush of color spread across her cheeks. I liked it. We would have to keep her that way.
Roscoe and I joined her on the bed. I lay on one side of her, Roscoe on the other. Elise was silent, but her body trembled slightly between us.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She obeyed. She lay awkwardly with her hips lifted slightly off the bed, perhaps from the discomfort of the plug in her bottom so I slid my hand down her side, down her thigh, and traced small circles on the side of her leg, slowly moving ever upward, to that delicious spot between her thighs that already glistened with her juices. At the same time, Roscoe bent over her, his mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple into her mouth. Her body arched up; it was clear what she wanted.
I slid my hand over her pussy, cupping her mound with my palm, my middle finger reaching down behind her, underneath her, to tap the base of the plug she wore. She let out a low moan, deep in her throat.
While Roscoe concentrated on her breasts and neck, I lowered my mouth to that sweet spot between her legs and kissed her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I dipped two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness, making her squirm.
Her body was alive under our hands, it was as though sparks danced across her skin. Her nerves quivered and trembled. Her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t speak, she could only whimper. She kept her eyes obediently closed, but I could tell it was a struggle. It was obvious she desperately wanted to open them, to see what we were doing, but I wanted them shut for a reason: so she would have to feel us, and not be distracted by watching us.
I flicked her clit with my tongue again and a powerful orgasm ripped through her, raising her hips up off the bed, causing her arms to thrash against us and her legs bend. Her whole body trembled.
It was a long time before she was able to speak, several minutes at least, and when she did, her voice was hoarse, breathless.
“Was that my reward?”
Roscoe chuckled. “Yes. Was it worth it?”
“Hmmm.” She pretended to think for a moment, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She would keep us on our toes, this woman, and I liked it. I liked her sass. I liked her spirit.
“Well?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” she said slowly, smiling at each of us in turn. “Yes, I think it was. I think I’ll let you put that… that thing in me again, if you promise to do that each time.”
“Of course, my love. Your pleasure is our command.” I bent my face to hers and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her salty muskiness on my lips. When I pulled away, Roscoe was right there, waiting to take my place.
11
ROSCOE
I couldn’t wait
