Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) by Vanessa Vale

checked on both Catherine and Devney at the same time. He's with Grant and Maura now, but should be over in awhile. So until then, we have your undivided attention."
    "Let's get that plug out, Devney," Sam said from behind me, bumping and nudging the end of the plug. "I found her lying in bed rubbing her pussy, trying to make herself come. That’s why she got the spanking."
    Tears filled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam," I murmured.
    "That's ‘Mr. Bridger’ when I'm tending to your ass or pussy."
    "Yes, Mr. Bridger," I replied with a sniff.
    "She can come as frequently as she desires, but she must ask me first and I must be present. Every one of her orgasms belongs to me. I decide how. I decide when. I decide where. Do you still want to come, Devney?"
    Even though I felt terrible about my behavior and my bottom was fiery hot and throbbed, I still wanted to come. In fact, the heat from the spanking spread to my pussy and I was achingly desperate. I needed it. "Yes, please."
    "Please, what?" He continued to tug and work on the plug.
    "Please...Mr. Bridger."
    He pulled the plug out just enough so that I was stretched wide by the thick part, then left it there. "Show Jake and Catherine how you fucked your ass with the plug last night. If you can make yourself come, that is acceptable. If not, then you will have to wait until later."
    I glanced over my shoulder at my husband. He stood tall and broad, his gaze dark and very intimidating, matching the intensity in his voice. His hands were on his hips and he waited. I had a feeling he had vast wells of patience to wait for me to comply.
    "But--"
    "You have no choice, Devney. This is my bidding. Fuck yourself with the plug. Now."
    Reaching back, I tentatively grabbed the end of the plug and started to push it back in, then pulled back, mimicking the motion of Mr. Bridger's cock in my pussy from the night before.
    "You let me come whenever I want," Catherine murmured.
    "That's because my cock is always buried deep in your ass when you do," Jake countered. "When, sweetheart?"
    "Only with you in me," Catherine replied softly.
    "I don't like how you questioned Sam's training of Devney. Perhaps you need some of your own kind of correction. You should show Sam how your ass is stretched."
    "What? No, I don't think that's necessary."
    I glanced up from my position on the table to see Jake move out of my field of vision. I began moving the plug in and out; it was slippery from the ointment so it moved easily. Would Mr. Bridger force me to continue until I came? What if I couldn't?
    "Over the table," Jake told his wife.
    Catherine was gently pushed down upon the table and I saw her skirt tossed up over her back. She faced away from me. I was glad; seeing what she was going through would be too intense.
    From my vantage point, I could see the pale globes of Catherine's ass and Jake's hands working her there.
    Catherine groaned as Jake shifted his hand, worked a cork, like the one Mr. Bridger showed me the day before, from her ass. It was immensely large and I stared at it. How she could have been stretched so substantially was remarkable and had me clenching down.
    "Don't stop fucking yourself, Devney," Mr. Bridger prompted me, making me start my hand moving again.
    "See how open she is?" Jake asked.
    "That's quite impressive, Catherine," Mr. Bridger commented. "I can see so far up inside you."
    "Oh," Catherine said quietly.
    "May I have a pill from your jar? I need to put one in her so she stays nice and slick for me."
    "Jake, please!" Catherine cried out.
    "The doctor will be here shortly and he can see your progress. You may close up on your own, if you are able."
    "Of course,” Mr. Bridger replied. "The pills are over on the shelf. You may stop, Devney." I removed my hand and placed it back on the table at my side, leaving the plug halfway in.
    Quickly, he pulled the plug free and I clenched down hard to close back up, feeling empty. I sighed at the emptiness.
    He helped me stand and I saw