Their Bridgewater Brides Omnibus: Books 1 - 11

Chapter 8

8

ROBERT

"I knew there was a… connection between us, but I didn't expect it to be like that," I told Andrew as I set my bag by the door, ready for the porter. Ann was in the adjoining room getting dressed. It was the first time we'd allowed her to wear clothes since we married her two days ago. While we told her we weren't letting her out from underneath us until the ship docked, we also didn't want her out of the room where her father would see her. A confrontation was going to occur, but it would not be on board.

One of us had gone out for meals, although more often it had been me, seeing as Ann's father believed it was my room where she hid. Andrew used his time alone with her wisely, on one occasion teaching her how to suck c**k. She'd been an avid pupil and had demonstrated how much she'd learned. While most of my seed found its way into her belly, I hadn't minded when she'd licked her lips to take in all that she'd missed.

"It is incredible. She is perfect for us and I look forward to getting off this f*****g boat and taking her home."

"Wherever the hell that is," I replied.

Andrew looked to me, then leaned against the wall. "It can't be Washington. We could take up the Brits' offer."

"Montana Territory?"

He shrugged. "We have money to buy land. Ann will be safe from those who are not as open-minded. Kane, Ian and the others are understanding. They'll have their own wives soon enough. Perhaps it would be safest."

"Perhaps," I replied, unsure. "We haven't been in America for two years. There's time to decide."

Ann came to the adjoining door, all prim and neat in the pale green dress she'd worn when she burst through my door and interrupted my bath. She had no other clothes, for we did not intend to ask her father for her trunk when we disembarked. It was our job to take care of her now and we would see to her wardrobe and anything else she would ever need. Her hair was up and pinned into a neat twist, small curls framing her face. The color of it was so much lighter than Andrew's, it looked like spun gold. Her skin glowed, peaches and cream, without even a freckle on her nose. While her eyes were wary of what was to come, she had the loose and soft look of a woman well f****d.

"I'm ready," she replied, offering a fake smile. Little did she know she had nothing to worry about. With us to protect her, she would not be harmed by anything, even her father.

"Not quite," Andrew said. While we had an irate father to get past, Ann came first.

When she looked between the two of us with a slight frown, I nodded.

"We have something for you."

When Andrew held up the small wooden plug, her frown deepened.

"We met some British soldiers on the ship and we became friends. You met Kane the other day."

Her frown continued until she realized Andrew meant the man who'd come into the cabin when he thought she was being hurt, not f****d so hard her scream of pleasure carried down the hallway. Her cheeks flushed scarlet and she looked away.

Nothing would diminish her inhibitions about f*****g except time. If we settled in Montana with the Brits, I had no doubt that they would take the less formal stance on f*****g as done in Mohamir. A woman's needs came first, whenever and wherever. If Ann needed us to tend to her, whether for punishment or pleasure, we would provide it regardless who witnessed. Having Kane barge in was perhaps fortuitous, for it was the first taste for her of how we behaved.

"They spent three years in Mohamir which, like Andrew and I, believe in several men claiming their bride," I explained.

"Indeed." Andrew held out the plug and she took it, staring at it and trying to figure out what it was. It looked similar to a sock darner, although this one was smaller and had a base that would keep it safely in place once worked inside her. "As women in Mohamir take more than one husband at once, their asses are trained. Stretched for a cock."

Ann sucked in a breath.

"It seems they brought some plugs with them, perhaps saving them for their future brides. The one you hold was a gift. A wedding present."

I doubted she ever imagined such a gift or had one in her trousseau.

"You liked having Robert play with your ass," Andrew said. It wasn't a question, but fact. She'd come so hard when I'd used my finger to f**k that untried opening.

She gasped at that, for while she might like it, she had yet to feel comfortable discussing it.

"A finger f**k is enjoyable, but soon our c***s will fill you there instead."

Ann's head came up and stared at us, her mouth open. Incredulous.

"With your—"

Andrew and I nodded at the same time. "With our c***s. One in your p***y and one in your ass. I see the panic on your face. Based on the way you behaved before, you're going to love it."

"That," I pointed to the plug she held, "will train your ass to take us both. Not yet, but soon."

She moved her hand behind her back. "You can't mean to put that… there."

"We do."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Several reasons. First, because we want to. You will learn now that your body belongs to us and we will do what is best for you."

"By putting that… thing in my bottom?"

"Yes."

"Again, why?"

"Because you are going to love it."

She shook her head and took a step back. We let her, for there was nowhere to go.

"I don't think so."

"You've loved everything we've done with you so far," I commented.

"Another reason why we are going to put that training plug in your ass is because we need you prepared before we can f**k you together. We would never hurt you. We are doing this for you."

She didn't think so and it showed on her face.

"You're worried about your father," I said. "You have no need to be. We will take care of you. You have only been in these cabins with us, but you will quickly learn that we will let nothing happen to you."

"Yes, but—"

"But what does that have to do with a plug in your ass?" I asked.

"All you have to worry about is pleasing us. Having a plug fill you will please us, for we will know that you are stretching that virgin ass open for us. When we confront your father, and you know we will, you will have something to distract you. The fight with him is not yours. Once you married us, we took over your battles for you. You can know the plug is there, to feel it open you up for us as a reminder that you belong to us and we belong to you."

She was quiet as she thought on this.

"Hands on the bed, please," Andrew told her. He'd made his voice deep and even, his commanding tone. Ann was coming to recognize it as a time she needed to obey.

She faltered, however.

"You can bend over the bed and we can s***k your ass, then put the plug in, or you can bend over the bed and we can put the plug in and make you come for being a good girl. Which will it be?"

With the two of us offering her no quarter, she swallowed and turned toward the bed, placing her hands on the blanket. The position had her ass up, but not enough.

"Go down on your forearms. Good. Yes, that's much better."

Her ass was thrust out and high, ready for whatever we wished to do. While I wanted to f**k her again, we had limited time. Andrew went over to her and worked her dress up until it bunched on her back. Creamy thighs and her perfect ass were exposed. We had taken away her drawers, so she was bare. It had yet to change color by the strike of our palms. While I itched to do so, we must wait.

"Good girl, sweetheart," Andrew said. "Give me the plug."

Realizing she was still holding it, she glanced at it before reaching back. Andrew took it from her as I retrieved the jar of slick ointment that Kane had given us along with the plug.

Andrew liberally coated the plug and then used the slickness still on his fingers to coat her back entrance. She startled at the touch, but settled as I went to sit beside her and stroked her back. I could still see everything that Andrew was doing, yet wanted to make the first time she took the plug easier for her.

"Shh, Andrew's just getting you nice and slick. That's it, relax. Yes, that's the plug. It's small, Ann. So much smaller than either of our c***s. You took my finger so beautifully, just breathe and take the plug. Good, breathe again, it's almost in."

Watching the plug go into her ass made me hard, eager to feel how wet she was, to slide my c**k inside that sweet p***y. While she would spend the next few hours with a plug in her ass, Andrew and I would have aching c***s, eager to get her to our hotel and take her again.

"Such a good girl, sweetheart. Robert, look how perfect she is. Now let's give her a reward."

I stood and watched as Ann wiggled her hips, trying to adjust to the feel of the plug filling her. The round piece that remained outside of her was a perfect reminder of our possession and I had to adjust my c**k in my pants. Andrew slipped his fingers lower and brushed over her clit. She stiffened briefly, then wiggled her hips again as he continued his ministrations. He brought her to c****x as he whispered carnal words in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved seeing the plug in her ass. Quickly, she cried out her pleasure and I would never tire of how she looked when we gave it to her. Never.

Andrew wiped his hands on a cloth, then helped Ann stand. Her dress dropped to the floor and she tried not to squirm. Lowering his head, Andrew kissed her. Thoroughly. When he lifted his head, Ann's eyes were foggy with desire. Replete from the o****m he'd just given her.

"It's time."

While the lusty haze diminished, I knew that every step we took down the hallway, one of us on either side of her, that she was feeling our possession, inside and out.