Page 9 of Mounted By Her Officers

“Sir!” she cried. “You cannot mean to take my…back passage!”

The officers, all three of them, had enjoyed just such a thing on the road to Brighton, but it was ever so much fun to pretend to be an innocent lady who must be coaxed into compliance for the first time.

“Why do you think I have my gun oil out, if not to oil my weapon, dear?”

“But, but, it cannot go there!”

“I thought you promised to be a grateful, compliant little hen, did you not?” Denny was helping her bend at the waist, then lifting her skirts and chemise.

“I suppose I must not say no, seeing as I am greatly in need of your assistance,” she said, sniffing for good measure. In truth, the moment she wished to stop playing, any of her officers would halt their advance and kiss it better.

“That’s right, you’re a woman all alone at this inn. Best to let me have you and stay quiet.”

When Denny placed his hands on her arse, Lydia bent lower so he might see just how willing she was.

“As I expected, a tight hole of the sort to squeeze my cock until I spill inside,” he reported while oiling her rim and slipping a fingertip in. “How fortunate I am to find a lamb like you in this stable.”

“Baa,” she said, wiggling her backside and earning a teasing slap.

“Steady now, I’m tempted to slide into the other hole and spend right at the mouth of your womb. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Lydia inhaled the sweet grass and tried not to whine for precisely that. “Please, anything but that,” she said unenthusiastically.

“You’ve a tight arse, madam. We could fuck you for miles. Get you all the way home.”

“I’ll do anything, sir, anything you like!”

“Stay still. I’ve got to push in. Let me mount you.”

He was warm and thick, invading, pushing. Lydia fought the urge to fight him off and demand he pull out. The ache of taking him there hadn’t abated.

Denny stilled and ran his hands over her arse. “Each time I shove my entire cock in your arsehole, I think to myself, ‘You’re fucking the arse of little Miss Lydia Bennet. Making a slut of the regiment’s sweetheart.’”

He withdrew; the slide eased by his gun grease. “If I’d known four years ago that I would someday have you like this, my cock would have stayed hard and ready all that time.”

Lydia couldn’t respond for fear she’d speak nonsense or spill something that might make him stop. When Denny pushed back in, she was full, used most wantonly.

“What would your husband say if he came back to the inn and saw his wife taking another man’s cock in the stables? Would he horsewhip me? You? Or perhaps he’d insist on taking a turn.”

She flinched instinctively. “Not that,” she said, shaking her head.

Denny gripped Lydia’s soft hips and pulled her back onto his shaft. “He could try to insist, but you’ve three protectors now. There’s no room for more.”

Tension eased from her back.

“We’ll not share you. Even if the ostlers came in right now and demanded a turn on you. Why, we wouldn’t surrender you to Prinny himself! You’re our darling, aren’t you?”

“Do you promise?” she asked in a low voice. A man had made promises to her once, but she suspected that this time they’d count for something.

“No getting sentimental while you’re taking my cock,” said Denny, giving her arse cheek a swat. “One day you’ll need not ask.”

“Baa.”

“I can almost imagine I’m in your cunt, preparing to breed you,” rasped Denny. “I’m certainly covering you, driving deep. Should I loose myself inside? Pretend I’m filling you with a litter on the floor of the barn?”

They heard voices at the doorway.

“Quiet now, Lydia,” whispered Denny. “What will the stablemen think if they come upon us?”