“Darling, don’t be ashamed. We’re going to be your husbands and we will know everything about you. Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then that little sampling worked,” he said with a laugh at the expression on her face.
Anthony reached out and took her chin. “We’re good men, but we’re males and we want to know when we give you pleasure how you feel. We want to hear your moans, your screams. We want to hear you call our names out when you climax.”
“What is a climax?”
The men laughed.
“You’ll soon know,” Wesley said.
They moved to either side of her and Anthony smiled into her dazed expression. He took her hand and rubbed it against his cock. “And that is what you do to both of us.”
She gasped.
“Tomorrow we’re going to take you to lunch and then we’ll go for a ride. Don’t wear your bloomers,” Anthony said.
“What?” she said, her head swinging back to look at each of them.
“You heard me, darling. Don’t wear your bloomers,” Anthony said.
“Or do,” Wesley said, “and you’ll receive your first spanking.”
CHAPTER6
How could Pearl be both nervous and excited? Last night they had given her a small taste of what it would be like to be married to her two men. And strangely enough, she’d enjoyed every second of not only their kisses, but the touch of Wesley’s fingers on her breast and even the feel of him grinding into her ass.
Each man kissed differently and she enjoyed both. Anthony’s was not as rough, but rather tender. And Wesley, he sent shivers through her at the way he had held her mouth hostage. Not releasing her, but rather holding her there until she surrendered. And she wanted to surrender her entire body when he was finished with her.
Today, they were taking her to a restaurant in town, and Anthony told her not to wear bloomers. A decent woman did not go without her underwear. What if her dress blew up? What if they intended to rape her? Her bloomers were her last defense.
Yet, Wesley promised to spank her if she didn’t remove them.
Maybe they would listen to her reasonings. If she had wanted to be a whore, she would have stayed in South Carolina.
Nervous, she knew they were downstairs waiting on her, but she was afraid. What did she do? If she removed the bloomers, they would think she was a whore. If she kept them on, Wesley said he would spank her.
She didn’t want to displease her men, but they were going to a restaurant. What if her dress ripped, or even worse, if she tripped and fell? How could she face anyone in this small town if they had seen that she wore no bloomers?
Removing them, she walked to the door. It felt so weird not to have anything on beneath her skirt. She ran back and pulled them on.
She couldn’t.
Opening the door before she changed her mind, she hurried down the stairs. Why did she feel so anxious about today? Last night, she had enjoyed the feel of their hands on her. She’d loved the feel of their lips, but today, she wasn’t certain what was going to happen, and that frightened her.
And she was no willy-nilly woman. She’d faced a lot in her life and stood up to the carpetbaggers and everyone who claimed she owed money. Except for the madam. That was a fight she’d lost.
With a sigh, she saw them staring at her as she descended.
“Good afternoon,” she said, smiling.
Anthony reached over and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Wesley took her hand and brought it to his mouth. At the last moment, he flipped her hand over and licked the inside of her palm. A tingle spiraled through her and her stomach clenched.