After my men left for the stables, I made the bed. No small feat considering the way the three of us gave the mattress and linens a workout, but I managed and looked back on my efforts with satisfaction.
Next, I tidied the kitchen and swept the floors. What would my mother think if she could see me using a broom? Her voice echoed in my head. "Lily Snow, you’ll have calluses like a milkmaid!"
When I finished that task, I stowed the broom away and, my mother’s admonition fresh in my head, put some lotion on my hands and then wandered out to the front porch. I brought a small pillow along, which made it easier to sit on the rocking chair while wearing a butt plug. If my mother would be scandalized by my use of a broom, what would she say about a butt plug?
I fought against laughing out loud like a lunatic while I was all alone and gazed out over a portion of Bridgewater Ranch. My home. It had been less than two weeks since that fateful meeting in the park in Butte, and everything in my world had changed.
Miracles do happen.
I sighed contentedly. In the distance I could see the cabin where Olivia lived with her three husbands. Perhaps I would visit her soon. I wondered what the protocol was for that sort of thing. It appeared Bridgewater had its own set of rules, which were unlike those I’d grown up with.
As I rocked, I could feel the pressure of the plug in my bottom hole. I’d been shocked when Rye and Keane had produced the set of carved items. I’d never heard of such a thing. And now, I was wearing the largest plug and rocking on the porch as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
Because it was.
I breathed in the crisp mountain air and gazed around. For the first time in many years, I felt at home. Content. More than content, happy. Loved.
A few minutes later I went inside to make the midday meal for Rye and Keane. I had little experience in the kitchen, but they had taught me a few rudimentary skills. Perhaps I could beg some lessons from Olivia. The stew she’d made the day we arrived had been delicious.
My fare was going to be less ambitious, though Keane had relented and written down a recipe for biscuits. I gathered the ingredients and set to work, eager to take care of my men.
Lily
"Well, this is quite a feast you’ve made for us," Keane said, forking up a large piece of the ham I’d fried with some apples. Pleased with how that part of the meal had turned out, I smiled in response to his praise.
"You’re really making some good progress in the kitchen, Lily," Rye remarked. "In fact, you’re making progress in all sorts of things." He gave me a pointed look, and I blushed. They’d removed the plug from my bottom hole before our meal. "You’ve gotten to the largest plug faster than we expected."
I flushed simply thinking about what that meant. It had been a challenge for me to trust Keane and Rye, particularly with some of their carnal requests. Demands, actually. And yet, I had found them all quite pleasant. More than pleasant.
Still, the idea of their large cocks in my bottom... Oh my.
"More coffee?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, please," Keane said, then he gave me a swat on the backside as a thank you after I filled his cup. "Now, come and join us."
I was a bit too nervous to eat. This was the first meal I’d made for them by myself.
Rye added a significant amount of butter and jam to his biscuit, and I winced.
The biscuits had not turned out quite so well. Misshapen and a bit on the heavy side
, but both my husbands claimed to think they were fantastic.
I didn’t argue.
After we ate, I cleared away the dishes and rejoined them at the table as we all enjoyed more coffee.
"How was your morning wearing the butt plug?" Rye asked, calm and casual, like he was asking about the weather.
"F-fine, I suppose. How was your morning at the stable?" I asked, as though that was the sort of thing you talked about after discussing butt plugs. Would I ever get used to Bridgewater?
"That reminds me," Rye leaned toward me. "I’ve been wondering, what happened that caused you to get fired from your job as a governess?"
Coffee stuck in my throat, and I struggled for air. Keane raised my arms while Rye gave me a couple of sharp whacks between the shoulder blades. The coughing stopped.
"Seems like you struck a nerve," Keane said.
"Uh-huh," Rye replied, giving me a curious glance. "Now I’m determined to find out what happened."