Shane’s fingers slid down the cleft between my cheeks, spreading my bottom apart. I sucked in a humiliated breath and buried my face tighter against my arms. I was so glad he couldn’t see me! Mortification flooded me but that telltale tingling of arousal increased even more. What was wrong with me? I was certain I had to be flawed. No proper lady should be finding pleasure in such actions, surely?
I tensed and held my breath as he pressed the cold, hard tip against my forbidden hole. Butterflies danced inside me as the glass bulb slowly breached my entrance and I pushed back against it, just as I’d done last time, exhaling as Shane slid the plug steadily home. I whimpered at the momentary pain but the burn wasn’t as intense as I remembered and once the plug was fully seated inside me, it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it was a rather pleasant feeling of fullness. But still, I kept my face hidden. This was scandalous, surely? Nice ladies didn’t have their bottoms plugged, did they? And they definitely didn’t like it.
Shane patted my bottom, directly over the plug, sending a delicious ache through me. “Under the covers now my love,” he ordered softly. “You remember how Roscoe wants to find you.”
“I’m not tired,” I grumbled, but it was a lie. Although desire ripped through my body, my head was still a bit foggy, and I wanted nothing more than to lie back and sleep off the effects of being kidnapped.
“You know what happens when you lie,” Shane warned me. A shiver rippled up my spine at the threat in his words. I did know what happened, and it involved unpleasantness. An unpleasantness that led into a deep ache of longing.
Lyin’ brides get spanked, echoed in my head, spoken in Roscoe’s deep, sexy baritone. Would he spank me even with this plug embedded deep in my ass? I decided I didn’t want to find out. I scrambled under the covers gingerly, mindful of the plug inside me, but I discovered it didn’t hurt at all.
I had just gotten comfortable when Roscoe returned with a steaming plate piled high with beef stew. It smelled so good it made my mouth water and my tummy rumbled, belying my earlier insistence that I wasn’t hungry. The nausea that had plagued me earlier was completely gone. He sat down on the edge of the bed and turned to face me, scooped up a forkful of aromatic stew and brought it to my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he fed me like I was a small child.
I reached out to take the plate and the fork but Roscoe shook his head. “No, lie back. Let us take care of you.”
Shane went to eat, leaving me alone in the room with Roscoe. The man I had wed smiled at me. He was so handsome when he smiled, happiness lighting up his whole face, laughter lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. We didn’t speak. Roscoe didn’t seem to be the type of man who engaged in small talk so I just lay back and let him feed me. I didn’t have the energy to make one-sided conversation. There would be plenty of time later to get to know my husbands.
It wasn’t long before Shane was back, having eaten his fill at the restaurant downstairs. I had eaten far more than I thought I would and had just pushed the plate away when Shane returned.
“You’re looking much better,” he said as he approached the bed where Roscoe and I still sat. “The rest and meal has done you good.” He was right – I did feel much better. Almost back to my normal self.
I nodded.
“That’s good. Because we need you feeling well for what we’ve got planned for you.”
A shiver shot up my spine at his words. I had a fair idea of what they were planning and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up with excitement.
Shane bent to take off his boots. Roscoe got to his feet. My two husbands stood side by side, their eyes fixed on me. A storm erupted deep in my belly as slowly, their gazes not leaving mine, they shed their clothes. My heart pounded erratically against my rib cage and my pulse raced as they stripped for me, muscles rippling in their torsos. Individually, they were impressive men. But together, they were unbelievable. My breath came in ragged gasps, in time with the throbbing and pulsing between my legs. My breasts were hot, achy and tight. I couldn’t think of anything else but the men undressing in front of me.
I held my breath as they sat down on either side of me, the bed sinking beneath their weight. I was trembling, but not from fear or cold. It was arousal. I recognized the pricks of desire now; a longing that only my men could fill.
Without a word, Roscoe turned me onto my side and tapped the plug embedded in my bottom. Shane rested his hand on my shoulder. He was in front of me, Roscoe was behind. I was trapped between them. Right where I belonged.
“We don’t need this anymore. I’m going to fill your bottom with my cock instead,” Roscoe growled. Swiftly, he removed the glass plug and discarded it on the floor, leaving me aching and empty.
Shane pressed his cock against my
