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It was blatant how inhibited she was. How much her brain was in control of her body. And so another lesson would be taught today. With her answer, Ian carefully and slowly pulled the plug from her arse and we helped her stand, keeping his hold on her until she gained her bearings. We would have kept the plug in longer as part of her training, but she needed to learn that playing with her arse was going to be pleasurable, not embarrassing. It would make her come – we would ensure it – and she was denying herself that release. Both of us had our hands on her intimately, working her, yet still she refused. Therefore, we would give her what she wished. Soon enough, she'd want us to touch her there. To be touched by both of us at the same time. Until she recognized that, she'd remain on edge.
I stood. "Let's get you dressed. Everyone will wonder what we've been up to."
It was very hard not to smile at the look on Emma's face. She was so aroused her blue eyes were foggy, blurry with her need. Her mouth was open and she breathed in little pants. A pink flush brightened her cheeks and crept down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. A brighter pink tinged her plump nipples and she squeezed her slick thighs together. "But...."
Ian put a finger over her lips. "Shh. Ye did not wish to come and that is fine. We will always give ye pleasure, lass, ye only have to accept it. It is time to eat."
She frowned, her smooth brow marred with a crinkle of confusion.
Ian left to go into the washroom and return with her blue dress. He lowered it to the floor and I helped Emma step in, put her arms through the sleeves and began to do the long line of buttons up the front.
"As we said in the stage, no drawers for you. It will be quite uncomfortable for me to sit at dinner with a raging cock know your pussy is shaved and bare."
"Aye," Ian agreed.
"This dress is temporary until after the meal when we can ask Ann for some clothes. You are both of similar size and her dresses may work for you in the short term, perhaps with some sewing adju
stments."
As I did up the buttons over her breasts, the sides of my hands brushed at her sensitive nipples and a sigh escaped her lips. She would quickly learn that her pleasure came before propriety while here on the ranch. Until she asked to come – begged for it – she would be in quite a state. And so would Ian and I.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EMMA
The evening meal was not a small affair. Even though the house belonged to Kane and Ian, the dining room was large, the vast table able to seat up to twenty. All of the men I'd met earlier were seated around it and stood at my entrance along with a few new faces, including one woman.
"I am Ann," she said. "It will be very nice to have another woman about." She was perhaps a few years older than me, with a broad smile and a soft demeanor. Her hair was a pale wheat color, pulled back neatly into a bun at her nape. With pale skin and blue eyes, she was quite striking. As Kane had said, we were similar in size, although my bosom was much more ample than her more dainty curves. In my tawdry blue dress with my hair a wild tangle down my back, I looked as wanton as I felt.
I forced a smile to my lips, but it was difficult, knowing everyone in the room was aware of the reasons for our tardiness. If they didn't, seeing me in such a fashion would provide answer enough. My cheeks were red, I could feel the heat, and my nipples were tight little buds beneath the fabric and there was no corset to hide that fact.
My pussy, my cunny as Kane and Ian called it, throbbed and pulsed with unrequited need. It felt...strange being shaved. Smooth and noticeably slick. My bottom was sore from Ian's fingers and the hard plug, but it, too, pulsed and little sparks of pleasure erupted every time I clenched down.
Ian pulled out a chair for me and I sat without thought, my husbands sitting on either side of me. "That is Robert and Andrew, Ann's husbands," Kane said, pointing to two men who smiled and nodded at me from across the table. All the men on this ranch were large, as if the fresh air, hard work and good food made them this way.
The plates and bowls of food were passed around the table, Kane or Ian filling my plate as they came by. I was thankful they were assisting me with this nominal task, for my thoughts were too scattered, yet at the same time too focused on my body and the craving I felt for release.
"The men have houses of their own, but we eat our meals together," Kane continued. He acted as if nothing had happened upstairs just minutes before, although he did say his cock was hard. Perhaps he was just better at hiding his need than I. "Ann will come in the morning to cook along with one of the men, the role rotating daily so she has help. You can offer your help as well, or if you are inclined or skilled, in some other part of the ranch."
I picked at the food on my plate, listening to Kane's words, but focused solely on my body. I couldn't help squeezing my thighs together to lessen the ache, although it didn't seem to help. I was sore, not only from my maidenhead being torn, but from Ian working my bottom. I squirmed on the hard seat trying to attain relief. Nothing seemed to help. I feared the only solution was what the men had offered not once, but twice – sweet release. I needed to come.
"Eat, lass." Ian leaned in and kissed my brow, then returned to his food.
"Are you all right?" Ann asked, seated across from me. She tilted her head and studied me. "You look feverish. Was your journey too arduous?"
I shook my head, having no interest in revealing why I looked overheated.
"As you might remember from your first day or two as a bride, Ann, Emma is tending to the needs of two very ardent men." It was either Robert or Andrew who spoke. I couldn't remember which one had the beard and which had blond hair.
Awareness lit the other woman's face. "It's not too terrible, is it?" Ann asked, biting her lip. Her eyes darted to her husband beside her.
"Terrible?" her husband queried. "If I remember correctly, Kane came running because he thought you were being beaten, when you were actually screaming your pleasure."
Kane chuckled. "I remember that quite well."
"Do you remember why you came so hard that time?"
Ann blushed to the roots of her blond hair. "I...I can't say."
