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Holding the base of my cock, I pressed the tip against her slick entrance, careful not to hurt her in my haste. I wanted her to like being fucked, not fear it. She pushed back against me, begging. I obliged, sinking inside her to the hilt in one steady movement, then I rested just for a moment to let her get used to the feel of me. But waiting wasn’t necessary. The second I grabbed her hips she was moving, rocking her pelvis, trying to take her pleasure all by herself.
I slapped her ass lightly then leaned down over her back and nibbled her shoulder. She wanted aggressive? I could be aggressive. In fact, aggressive was just how I liked it.
Her response was magnificent. She rocked back against me and cried out as my balls slapped against the backs of her thighs with my thrusts. Encouraged, I increased the intensity of our fucking, claiming her hard, thoroughly. I gripped her hips with my fingers, straightening up, leaning back, as I ploughed into her over and over. Her tight pussy clenched around me, her body convulsed and she tilted her head back and yelled out her pleasure.
Damn she was beautiful! A groan escaped my throat as I reached my climax with her, shooting my seed deep inside her. I held her while the waves of pleasure washed over us, taking us together, higher and higher.
The room was silent, our ragged breathing the only sound. I could stay there forever, with my cock snugly embedded inside her warm body. It was bliss.
We lay on the bed, Shane on one side of Elise and me on the other, cuddling her between us, cementing the closeness we had just shared. I felt her relax, listened to her breathing slow and deepen, and watched her eyes flutter closed. I looked across at Shane and he grinned. Our bride was fully sated.
Then Shane’s stomach rumbled, Elise’s eyes snapped open, and she giggled.
“Hungry?” I raised an eyebrow at him. It was time to go and find some lunch.
Together, we got off the bed.
Elise turned her back to Shane so he could lace her corset and while he did, I pulled the pins from her hair, letting the golden locks cascade over her shoulders and spill down her back. I lifted the silky strands in my fingers, watching them sparkle in the sunlight streaming in the window.
“Tighter!” she ordered Shane. But already her voice sounded strained and it was obvious that if he pulled the laces any tighter, making her already tiny waist even tinier, he would cause her discomfort.
“That’s tight enough,” Shane insisted. I was pleased that he thought like me. No wife of ours was going to kill herself by insisting on wearing undergarments that were too tight.
“I want to look good for you,” she said. “Just a bit more. Please?”
“No.” I dropped her hair. “You are ours now, and there’s no need for you to wear a corset so tight.” I placed my hands around her waist, spanning it with my fingers. “See? You’re perfect just like this. No tighter.”
She opened her mouth, about to argue, but I
raised an eyebrow at her and she refrained. She wasn’t happy though, I could tell. But I didn’t care about that, I cared about her comfort.
“Have you got one that isn’t boned? It will be easier for you, it will give you more movement and be easier to work in.”
Elise shook her head.
“Talk to Emma,” Shane commanded. “She’s ordering things in from the city all the time. She’s got catalogs. You get yourself whatever you need.” He twirled a rope of her hair around his fingers.
“I don’t want to be indebted to you,” Elise said in a small voice, barely above a whisper.
Indebted? To us? Had she not listened to a word we’d said since we’d found her on the prairie? My palm itched to spank her infuriating backside. She was our wife! Our responsibility!
But I remembered her words to Shane this morning. I had overheard them talking in the buggy when she’d been telling them how her brother had sold her to someone cruel, payment for a gambling debt. I flexed and relaxed my fingers. I would be patient.
I reached up and stroked her cheek, her skin so soft under the edge of my thumb. “You won’t be indebted to us sweetheart,” I assured her softly. “You aren’t a business arrangement for us – you are our wife. We want to provide for you. Everything we have, we will share with you. You are ours.” Tears glistened in her eyes as I held her face in both hands. Our wife. The words spun in my head. This beautiful, vulnerable woman was ours. To cherish, love and protect. Forever. I could hardly believe how lucky we were. I wiped the tears from her eyes with my knuckle and kissed her forehead.
“So you do what Shane told you to do and make sure you get everything you need. Get yourself something pretty to wear for us, too. And no more talk about being beholden to us, you hear?”
She nodded, just once, a single nod so slight that if I hadn’t been watching for it, I would have missed it.
“Good girl,” I praised her, happy with her obedience. We would do well together, Shane, Elise and I. So far, in everything she had done, she had been genuine and eager in her willingness to please us. I glanced across at Shane. The expression on his face told me that he was pleased with our accidental bride, too.
9
ELISE
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Both my husbands were dressed long before I was. All my life, I’d had a maid to help me dress. And even after John had let her go for lack of funds, Cook had always been available to help me if needed. It was a struggle, managing my unmentionables and gown all by myself.
