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“Do you have any idea what could have befallen just on your journey to town?” Parker put the towel on the hook to dry and put his hands on his hips. He didn’t reach for his clothes. They wouldn’t be needed in the bedroom. “You could have been thrown from the horse. A rattlesnake bite. Outlaws!”
I wasn’t too keen on used water, but I wanted the dirt off of me before I fucked Mary and I was in a rush. Quickly, I climbed in and scrubbed.
“I didn’t know where you were when you went away either, and you were to be gone for days,” she countered, her words full of her own anger. “You went with others, but you were going against outlaws. Outlaws! They carry weapons. I only went to see my father. My father.”
“Your father’s an ass and has acquaintances who are ruthless,” I said, rinsing away the soap. It was a quick bath; only a rinse in a frozen creek was done faster.
“We are both military men,” Parker told her. “So are all the other men at Bridgewater. We know how to shoot, how to fight an enemy. Plan for contingencies, bad outcomes. Hell, even floods. It was our job. Protecting the innocent and fighting the enemy is what we’ve all been trained to do. Going against Benson’s men, we weren’t going in blind. There were six of us and the men who stayed with you knew the plan, knew where we’d be.”
I climbed from the tub and dried myself.
“I was well armed,” she argued. Her chin had gone up and the color in her cheeks now wasn’t from the bath. “I had the truth. Hard facts about Mr. Benson that would have ensured my father wouldn’t do business with him. That would have ensured that Mr. Benson would want nothing to do with me. I was free.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about these hard facts?” I asked. When she’d recounted her version of the incident to the sheriff, we’d learned then about Benson’s mine and his reasons for being so desperate to marry Mary. “We could have gone with you to your father.”
“I learned of them from Chloe, but you two shaved my pussy and put the plug in my ass directly after. I got distracted and forgot about it until after you left.”
“You’re going to be distracted again. Right now. Drop the sheet.”
Mary did as Parker commanded, letting the damp covering slip to the floor. There wasn’t any way she could miss our hard cocks, although they were always hard around her and she’d accustomed herself to it.
He took her hand and led her to our bedroom. I followed, enjoying the view of her perfect ass sway as she walked, even the little dimples just above.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Parked continued, going over to the dresser and picking a plug from the wooden box where they were kept, then the jar of ointment. “You’re going to show us how you can work the plug into your ass, because if you’ve been a good girl, you’ve been doing so while we were gone. Then we’re going to spank you and you are not going to come.”
“We know how much you like to be spanked and we know how much you like things in your ass. That is far from punishment for you,” I added.
“You will deny me my pleasure?” she asked.
“You will know then how we felt when we discovered you gone. Frustrated, out of control. Needy.”
“Then we’re going to claim you, Sully in your pussy and me in your ass.”
We stood, patiently waiting for Mary to come to terms with her fate. The plug would go in her ass—we had to ensure she was truly ready for us to take her together—and she would be spanked.
“Would you like a warm-up spanking first before the plug?” Parker asked.
Of the two of us, I was the more commanding. Mary came to me when she wanted to be fucked up against the wall or over the kitchen table, rough and hard and quick. When she wanted a gentler ride, she found Parker, riding his cock or grabbing the headboard as he pressed her into the bed as he took her. He was the softer one, the soother. But now, after what we’d witnessed today, Parker was the one who would ensure she learned her lesson.
Pursing her lips, she looked at both of us, at the plug in Parker’s hand, then sighed. She took the hard object and crawled onto the bed. Parker sat on the edge and unscrewed the jar’s lid as she settled onto her back.
“I’d rather you do it,” she admitted. She wasn’t missish. She didn’t act all virginal or embarrassed by the carnal things we did together. She told the truth. She liked a plug in her ass and she liked when we took control. What she didn’t realize was that while she was putting it in herself, we were very much in control.
Putting one hand on her knee, Parker flared it out and Mary let her legs fall open. Her perfect pussy was on display.
I stood at the foot of the bed, my hands gripping the rail of the footboard and watched. It was almost impossible not to climb onto the bed and just sink right into her. She was wet, I could see her folds shiny and slick. She’d be so warm, so soft and she’d wrap around my cock so perfectly, her body milking the cum from my balls as she came.
“While we were gone, I thought of you here in our bed, using this plug all by yourself,” Parker told her. “Was it hard to put the largest one in?”
“At first. It just took a little while,” she admitted.
Parker groaned. “Thinking about you here, talking deep breaths as you pushed it in slowly. I’m going to come just thinking about it. You’re going to show us just how you did it.”
She must have realized that it would please us, or that she held power over us with her body, for she took two fingers and coated the plug with the slick lubrication. Pulling her knees back toward her chest, she moved the plug into position, pressing it against her puckered rosette.
Someone could have knocked on the door. Hell, a tornado could have taken the house away and neither Parker nor I would have known. Just watching Mary fill herself with that plug, fuck. It didn’t go in easily, but Mary breathed through it, pushing then pulling it back, then pushing again until it stretched her wide, then popped into place.
Her feet fell to the bed and she sighed. I stared. She’d taken the largest plug, which meant she could take our cocks. We could claim her as ours… finally.
