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"I worry you will leave me," she admitted.

I couldna felt more surprised. "Leave ye? Impossible."

"Who's left you to make you feel this way?" Cross asked. His shirt was now off and Olivia's gaze raked over his exposed body.

"My parents died. While it wasn't their fault and I was fairly young, and I felt abandoned." She took a deep breath, which made her breasts rise above the water line. Her nipples were plump and full and I was verra eager to taste them. "Uncle Allen, though, he has his own family. Now that he's shared his secret, he doesn't need me. I don't have a home anymore."

I stood and took Olivia's hand, helping her up and out of the tub. With a bath sheet in hand, Cross came over and began to dry her. "Your home is here at Bridgewater, with us. Your uncle didn't abandon you; he kept a home with you until you had another. We'll go see him in the next few days."

Her eyes were half lidded as Cross stroked the bath sheet over her body. "How...I mean, I thought it wasn't safe with Mr. Peters."

"I dinna ken how he found ye here, but dinna
worry, th
e other men will find him. He willna be a problem for ye any longer."

She looked at me in surprise, but remained silent, for she knew she lived now with a group of warriors.

"Enough about Peters. It's time to make you ours," Rhys said with finality. It seemed he was as eager as I to talk nae more about the arsehole Peters.

 

 

RHYS

 

 

We saw the horse from a distance, the prairie so vast and treeless. Even with the roiling clouds and wind, it was like a beacon on the horizon. Thankfully, the storm hadn't delivered any rain, otherwise we never would have been able to see her. I didn't want to think about what could have happened to her if the storm was more severe. When I saw she was whole and uninjured, I was able to catch my breath. And it was only when we had her in the bath and I was readying another one of my handcrafted plugs that I relaxed entirely. Tonight we would claim her together and there would be no doubt, nothing between us.

We'd worked her arse to accept the smallest plug, then two larger ones and she should be prepared for our cocks, but I wanted to make sure she was not fearful of it, for we only wanted to give her pleasure. That was why I selected more of a play plug than one that was for training her arse.

"Grab hold of the side of the tub, love," I told her once she was dry. Her hair was up on top of her head, secured by pins, but the long tresses would come free soon enough. She did as bid, and then looked over her creamy shoulder at us.

I groaned at the sight of her; the long line of her back, her breasts that swayed beneath her, her lush hips and perfect arse—an arse that would soon belong to us. For now, we would make her come from being played with there, so she would know how incredible it would be once a cock was buried deep inside her.

I held up the plug I'd prepared. It was slickly coated with ointment, a very narrow tip that widened into a small ball shape, then narrowed, then widened into a slightly larger ball shape, then narrowed, then again in the same way two more times so that there were four humps that would stretch her arse wider and wider going in, and when she came as I pulled it out.

Cross and Simon moved to stand on either side of her and began running their hands over her, each cupping a breast, tweaking or pulling on its nipple, kissing her shoulder, running a hand down her back. They lavished her with attention as I nudged her legs further apart so that her pussy was on perfect display. I stroked over her soft petals, opening them so I could dip a finger into her to test her readiness. There was no need, for she was glistening with her arousal and my digit came out slickly coated. Placing that hand on a soft globe of her arse, I spread her open so her rosebud was exposed. So perfect and soon, she'd have a cock there.

I handed Cross the plug so I had my hands free to pick up the jar of ointment. After dipping my fingers in, I began coating her opening with it, making her nice and slick on the outside, then beginning to push a finger in, spreading it within as well. Again and again I did this, collecting more ointment and working it into her until she was slippery inside and out. She gasped as my finger breached her, but quickly started to shift her hips back, pushing me further within. Once she started to fuck my finger, I took the plug back from Cross.

I placed the narrow tip of the plug to her opening and began to push it within, turning it back and forth as I did so. Slowly, her body accepted the plug, stretching around the first rounded shape, then pulling it in as it tapered down. I assessed Olivia's body, her breathing, the way she gripped the tub, the sheen of sweat on her skin. Simon looked at me and nodded, then turned his head back to whisper in her ear. It was too quiet to hear, but she moaned and clenched down on the plug in response to his words.

I continued to push the plug forward, stretching her wider with the next rounded section until she opened even further and then tightened around it when it narrowed again. I did that two more times until the plug was all the way in, perhaps four inches long. While it had a wide flange for me to hold and to ensure it would not go in any further, I would not leave this one within. It was a different kind of training plug. This one would teach her the feelings associated with arse play and fucking and would most definitely make her come.

"Such a good girl, taking that plug," Cross crooned. "When Rhys pulls it out, you're going to come so hard."

Olivia was so responsive and with three men tending to her, she would be well satisfied within a minute. With that goal in mind, I dipped my fingers back into her pussy and found her dripping wet. "She loves it," I told the others, and Olivia shifted her hips, the sway making her pussy and ass moving just right.

"Please," she begged.

I smiled, thrilled that she loved it when her men worked her body.

"Are you ready to come, love?" I finger fucked her, ensuring my thumb rubbed over her clit each time I moved.

"Oh, oh God. I need...I—"

"We know what you need," Cross said and I watched as his fingers rolled her nipple, and then gave it a little tug.

Her breath hissed out, but her pussy clenched down on my fingers so I knew she loved a little bit of pain along with her pleasure.

"I'm going to pull out the plug and you're going to come."

"Rhys, I...it's so big, will it—"

I cut off her question. "You're going to come," I repeated, continuing the movement of my fingers in her pussy.

Tugging on the plug, I watched her arse stretch around the largest of the round sections, then close back up. She tossed her head back, eyes wide and screamed. Her hips thrust up as I pulled on the plug again, this time her body easily opened and closed for the smaller round shape, which I knew rubbed over very sensitive flesh, which prolonged her orgasm.

Cross and Simon played with her breasts as she came, my fingers curling and rubbing over the special spot inside her pussy, tugging once more, the plug pulling out even easier.

"Rhys, I...it's too much, I...oh it's so good," she gasped.

With one last tug, the plug came free and she was still coming. I stepped away from her so she was completely empty, Cross lifting her up and carrying her into his bedroom. When he placed her on the bed she was wilted and still lingering in the glowing after effects of her pleasure. She was so beautiful like this, and it made my cock ache, knowing we could do this to her. It was so powerful to be able to use our dominance for good.

My balls were tight against my body and they ached with need. As I watched her with one leg bent so her pussy was on display, I stripped, as did the others. I moved to lay down on the bed as Simon lifted her up and easily placed her so she straddled me with her knees on either side of my hips. She placed her small hands on my chest for balance and I felt her arousal coating my lower belly. My cock slid up the seam of her arse.

"Lift up, love, I've got to get inside you."

Coming up off my legs, she hovered over my cock, aiming now straight for her slippery pussy. Putting my hands on her hips, I guided her back down and moved her until I nudged at her opening. It was so hot and wet I knew once I released her, she'd sink right down onto me. Lifting her head, she met my gaze and held it, tilted up her chin as she shifted her hips as if to shake my hands off. Gladly, I let go and she seated herself. Her eyes flared as I stretched her and filled her. My belly tensed and I hissed out a breath as her inner walls squeezed me, so hot and perfect. When she sat perfectly upon my lap, she held still and whispered a simple, "Oh."

I grinned wickedly, recognizing that this was the perfect connection, but I couldn't remain still, so I thrust my hips up, nudging her womb. "Crammed full, love." A shy smile formed on her lips. "Come here." I crooked a finger and she lowered herself down so I could kiss her, cupping the back of her head.

Once she was in position, Cross and Simon moved, Cross behind her—he'd be the one to claim her virgin arse—and Simon off to her side so she could suck his cock. I let go of my hold and she lifted her head so her pale eyes were close to mine.

"Look," I turned my head slightly to see Simon's cock just by her shoulder. "Simon needs you."

She licked her lips and turned toward him, her tongue flicking out to lick over the head, cleaning it of the weeping clear fluid.

"Good girl, lass, open wide to take me. I canna wait to feel your mouth around me, have your moans vibrate on my cock. I'm going to come right down your throat."

"She just got wetter," I commented, sliding in just a little bit deeper and I thought my eyes would roll back in my head. "Cross, get in that virgin arse of hers and join us. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out."

 

 

OLIVIA

 

 

Rhys' thick cock was deep in my pussy and Simon's stretched my mouth wide. I wanted to please them, all of them, and yet they were the ones giving pleasure to me. Rhys knew how to work his cock to make me come and yet he held back as I gladly sucked on Simon, trying to work him and pull his seed from him and swallow it down. I wanted him to be so lost in the pleasure I wrung from his body that he forgot all of his worries. When his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged at the strands, elation coursed through me.

"I'm all slick, love, and should slide right into this delectable ass of yours," Cross murmured, his hand on my hip, his cock pressing against my back entrance. While he stretched me wider than any of Rhys' plugs, he slipped past the fighting ring of muscle easily enough. "Jesus, she's so tight."

I
was
so tight, so full, feeling both Cross' and Rhys' cocks within me was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Rhys held still as Cross started to pull back then forge ahead a little at a time, and I couldn't help but groan. The sheer bliss of his cock rubbing over the same places as that ridged plug had me ready to come.. It was a different feel, an amazing feel and I wanted it so badly. I was close, so very close, but I needed Rhys to move as well.

"Whatever you did, Cross, do it again. She loved it and she took my cock in even deeper. Holy hell, look how full ye are, lass." From his position on his knees, Simon could no doubt see how I was well filled with cock.

I felt Cross press his hips against my bottom.

I was full, so incredibly full. I couldn't be in any more full.

"We're going to move, love," Rhys said as Cross pulled almost all the way out. "You can come. Again and again. Just feel."

I cried out when Cross thrust back in and Rhys pulled back, then alternated back and forth, fucking me in alternating thrusts. I was officially, completely and totally theirs. There was nothing between us, no one to separate us. We were joined and I was the link that connected us all. Mr. Peters nor my uncle nor anyone else could separate us. There was nothing I could do but feel, just as Rhys had said, and I became lost in my men, lost completely. My skin tingled, my body hot, sweat dripped down my brow, my pussy and bottom clenching tightly on the cocks that filled me. One last shift and I went over the cliff, pushed by three strong men into a never-ending abyss of pleasure. My inner walls rippled around Rhys' cock and I clenched hard on Cross with every thrust and it continued my pleasure. I couldn't cry out, as my mouth was full of Simon's large cock. I reveled in it, got lost in it and I knew I had nothing to fear, for my men were there to catch me. They would always be there, always filling me up.

Simon's fingers tightened against my scalp and I knew he was close to coming. I flicked my tongue up and down the bulging vein on the underside, then along the sensitive ridge at the flared head. "Aye, ye are a bonny lass," he growled as his hips bucked forward and I felt his hot seed against my tongue, salty and tasting solely of Simon. Pulse after pulse it filled my mouth and I swallowed to take it all. His fingers loosened on my hair and he slowly pulled from my mouth as he pushed out a pent-up breath.

With my mouth empty, I was able to turn my head and glance back at Cross, then down at Rhys. My pleasure had my eyes blurry, my muscles relaxed. Both men, however, looked tense and driven, as if their pleasure was close at hand and they were using my tight holes to come. I was more than fine with that, for I'd used all three of their cocks for my own. And I wasn't through. As they continued to pummel me, for their pace and intensity had risen, my pleasure, which hadn't fully ebbed, built back to life, like an ember and a strong gust of wind. I was once again on fire, but this time, I could tell them about how I felt.

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