Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) Page 6

Both men crooned to me, telling me how pleased they were with me, how beautiful I looked when I came, how I dripped all over Garrett's fingers, how they couldn't wait to fuck my ass.

  I couldn't control the pleasure. I couldn't control what they were doing. I couldn't control anything. I was at their mercy and I started to cry, even as the last bit of heat waned. The pleasure was so intense my emotions were raw.

  Garrett stopped fucking my ass with the plug, but kept it within. My muscles tightened around the narrow section so I wasn't stretched wide any longer, but the end of it pressed against my bottom. But I was filled. Oh, filled so deeply. Tagg pulled me onto my side so my back was to his front, his arm over my waist so that we were fashioned like two spoons in a drawer.

  Garrett sat down on the bed and faced me, so large and strong, as both men just let me cry. When the tears finally subsided, he said, "Was that so terrible to warrant all these tears?"

  "Yes!" I pouted.

  He frowned. "Does the plug hurt?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

  I shifted my hips, trying to adjust to the hard object lodged in my bottom.

  I shook my head.

  Tagg's hand, which had rested on my bare belly, moved up and cupped my breast. It was most distracting.

  "Didn't we make you feel good?" he murmured in my ear.

  I closed my eyes to avoid looking at them and hoped the question would go away.

  "You can't hide from us, Sarah. Answer Tagg's question."

  Even with my eyes closed, I blurted, "Yes."

  "Then why are you so upset?" Garrett asked.

  I opened my eyes and looked at him. His icy blue stare was questioning. Patient.

  "This isn't something I'm supposed to enjoy. It's...it's indecent."

  "Soon enough you'll understand, but for now, just remember, this is our command, not your choice. All you have to do is be a good girl and do as we tell you. You don't have to want it. You don't have to like it. But we will do as we think is best and we will pleasure you."

  "It's not supposed to be pleasurable," I countered.

  "It most assuredly is and we'll prove it," Tagg replied as his fingers began to pluck my nipple. His lips lowered to my nape and began nibbling and licking his way up to my ear.

  Garrett reached down and slipped his hand between my thighs and easily worked his fingers up and into my pussy once again. With the two of them touching me, my defenses were nonexistent and my pleasure washed over me within seconds. I arched into Tagg's hand and squeezed my thighs together, holding Garrett's fingers deep within me.

  Their domination over my body was blatant. Although I fought everything they said, everything they did, my body had no such issues. What was I going to do?

  CHAPTER SIX

  TAGG

  "My cock's hard again," I told Garrett as I shaved at the mirror. Even though we had a washroom, I was accustomed to the kitchen for this task.

  He was making breakfast. The scent of eggs, bacon and biscuits filled the air and made my stomach growl. I'd most certainly worked up an appetite. Sarah had fallen back asleep in my arms so we tucked her beneath the covers and let her rest some more. There was no question we were pushing her, emotionally and physically, and it was tiring for her.

  Garrett placed the coffee pot on top of the hot stove. "I don't think we'll ever get enough of her."

  If his cock was as hard as mine, the poor woman needed ample sleep to even attempt to sate our lusty appetites.

  "She's so small, I was afraid I was going to break her last night." I turned my head to the side to run the blade down my jaw, the whiskers rasping.

  He turned, looked at me in the mirror. "It doesn't seen to be a concern. She is aroused by what we do to her."

  "She was dripping wet, without a pill or the ointment. It's her thoughts that are a concern. She just has to accept what she considers unacceptable, otherwise she'll fight us."

  "You're in agreement that we'll give her a pill while we train her ass?" he asked, grabbing mugs to fill.

  "Other women only have to tolerate the shift to being a wife to one man. Sarah has to adjust to two. As you said, we'll never get enough of her. She's going to need a little help in the transition. Mind and body." I wiped my face on a clean cloth, removing all traces of soap.

  The pill contained not only an ample amount of ointment to make her slick, but a ground up plant that increased a woman's arousal. A hard beeswax coating made it easy to insert into her ass, yet softened to keep a woman at the achieved level of need her husband desired. The ointment itself was mildly laced with the ground plant, offering a hint of arousal while performing a very important function. Doc provided the ointment and pills to all married men and Garrett had brought back jars of both along with new clothes when he went to town to retrieve Ian.

  "Let's not forget we haven't told her she'll wear a plug all the time."

  "She'll learn that soon enough." Garrett poured the coffee as I brought full plates to the table.

  ***

  Neither of us wished to leave Sarah alone in the house, even while she slept. We'd taken her hard and she had a plug in her ass. She also had no clothing, and we’d taken her sole dress away as she slept. A quilt had been her wedding dress. She was confused and upset about being fucked, and we needed to ensure we were there for her, for whatever the reason. It was important she knew to come to us with even the smallest of concerns, and that we weren't leaving her alone in this new life. And that was why we alternated dealing with the horses and other ranch chores.

  It was by luck that we were both inside when she stirred. Before she could begin to worry about what we'd done with her or anything else, we’d climbed the stairs and entered my bedroom. Sarah laid on her side, the quilt wrapped around her small frame. Her green eyes widened in surprise when we entered the room.

  "Are you well?" I asked, looking her over.

  A flush starting at her cheeks crept down her neck and beneath her covering. "I can't sit up," she whispered.

  Alarmed, I stepped into the room to see what ailed her, only to pause.

  "You're referring to the plug in your ass?" Garrett asked, putting my thought into words.

  She nodded shamefully.

  I held out a hand. "Let me help you up, baby."

  "I...I don't have any clothes."

  "Garrett bought you new things yesterday. Come."

  She glanced to Garrett and in my periphery I could see him nod. She slipped her tiny hand in mine and I helped her from the bed to stand in front of us. She was so small, only coming to my shoulders. Her red hair was a riotous tangle, her breasts were partially hidden by her hair, but her nipples tightened into pretty pink peaks before our eyes. Her belly was flat and her navel just a slight indent. Her curls that covered her pussy were a flame of color and I could see dried seed coating her inner thighs. She couldn't have looked lovelier, except for the pinched expression on her face and the way she shifted from foot to foot.

  "Tilt your hips back. Standing and walking will be more comfortable then," Garrett told her.

  She did as told, the arch of her back curving, her ass tilting outward which by nature thrust her breasts forward. "This is not in the least appropriate," she countered, her lips pursed.

  "Possibly true, but is it a more accommodating stance?" Garrett asked.

  She nodded.

  "First, we will clean you. I can see our dried seed on you from here," I told her.

  Sarah's head dropped to look between her legs and she gasped. No doubt she could feel it upon her skin.

  "Don't fret, baby. I love to see our cum on you."

  Her head came up in surprise at my words. I couldn't help but grin at the look of shock - whether from my crude words or in disbelief that it was there - on her sleepy face. Cupping her head in my large hands, I kissed her. Her scent, floral and bright, mixed with the tang of sex, and filled my senses. That, combined with the sweet taste of her mouth hardened my cock.

  Garrett left the room as I continued to l
ick into her mouth to soften her up for what was to come. I could hear his footfall into the washroom before returning.

  Lifting my head, I murmured, "Back on the bed, baby. Let's get you ready for the day."

  Her half lidded eyes were foggy as she licked her bottom lip, glossy from my kisses. "I can't sit," she whispered.

  "We'll show you how, later. For now, just lie back."

  She did, although somewhat awkwardly, her hair fanned out around her. Garrett placed a few items on the bedside table as I gently took hold of her ankles and spread her legs open, pushing them back toward her enough to bend her knees.

  "Tagg, what are you doing?" Sarah came up on her elbows to look at me with wide eyes.

  Garrett moved a plain wooden chair from its place in the corner for me to sit on directly between her spread thighs. Lowering myself, I kept a firm grasp on her ankles, preventing her from covering herself.

  Garrett sat on the bed beside her, her body shifting toward him as the bed dipped. He ran a hand over the red hair that covered her pussy. "There's dried seed here, baby. Tagg's going to shave you."

  Panic flared. "Shave me? Why?" Her voice was high and thready.

  "I just said." His fingers snagged in the coated curls and she winced. "It's for your own comfort. We're going to take you. Often. It won't feel good having it like this and we never want to see you hurt."

  "But--" she sputtered.

  Garrett combined a stern expression with his words. "It's our job to take care of you." Reaching to the bedside table, he grabbed a shaving mug and brush, razor and wet towel.

  I took the mug from him and lathered the brush, then applied it to her pussy. "Don't close your legs, baby."

  Her eyes were scrunched closed and her head turned away. "I don't want to be shaved there."

  "In compromise, I'll leave a small patch of your pretty red hair above your clit, but you will trim it neatly when you bathe. It will please me to have you smooth and bare so when I lick your pussy, you'll feel everything. When my mouth is on you, you will most assuredly come. You like to come, don't you, Sarah?"

  As I spoke, I methodically ran the razor over the soapy area, careful to keep from nicking her tender flesh. "Don't move now."

  "You didn't answer Tagg's question, Sarah," Garrett said. "Do you like to come?"

  She didn't open her eyes, didn't turn her head to face either of us as I didn't halt my task.

  "Sarah," Garrett warned.

  "It feels...good," she replied.

  "Good? Only good? We must not being doing it well enough, or perhaps you've not come enough to make an adequate assessment. Brother, Sarah will need to come frequently today so she can provide us with a more concise answer."

  She whipped her head to look at Garrett. There was heat in her eyes, but the heat of anger, not desire. "Isn't it enough that you married me within a day of meeting me? Isn't it enough I have to contend with two husbands? Isn't it enough you took my maidenhead and then me not once, not twice, but three times in such a short duration? Isn't it enough I have this...thing in my bottom? Isn't it enough that you are shaving my woman's place?"

  Her voice became shrill and tears leaked from her eyes. Fortunately, I just finished my task and wiped the wet cloth across her newly shaven flesh. She hissed out a breath at the contact.

  Instead of answering, Garrett and I just stared at her newly bare pussy. Below the little cap of red hair her pussy lips were a gentle blush color, the folds small and dainty just like the woman herself. Her clit was enlarged and protruded as if defying her every word. It wanted more and wasn't afraid to make its presence known.

  I stood from the chair, held her by the knees and pushed them back toward her shoulders so her hips lifted off the bed. If she considered herself open and exposed before, now she'd think it completely indecent. In this position, her folds unfurled and her opening was visible, her clit a white pearl. Even the flat handle of the plug was clearly visible.

  I held her in a firm grip and spoke with a similar tone as I looked down into her startled green eyes. "To start, your vocabulary requires some adjustment. It is not your bottom, but your ass. It is not your woman's place, but your pussy. We don't take you, we fuck you. If you require correction for this again, it will be over a knee. I feel assured we will not need to discuss this again. As to your questions, it isn't enough to have all of those things done to you. We expect more. We will take more and you will give it. You don't even have to like it, but I promise you, it will be so much more pleasurable if you do."

  Her mouth fell open, but no words were brought forth. It appeared I'd made her speechless.

  Garrett stood to his full height next to me. "We will continue to shave your pussy as part of your maintenance as well as having your ass filled with a plug, if we so choose."

  "Maintenance? That indicates a long duration!" she countered.

  "Precisely. As we said previously, for the immediate future, you will have a pill in your ass daily. That is so you are slick and you accept the plugs."

  "We could give her a choice, brother, about the plug in her ass."

  Grant's brow went up. "Oh?"

  "Yes! I deserve a choice," Sarah added, hope flaring like a spark to the driest of tinder.

  "You may have either a plug in your ass or one of our cocks."

  "What?" She tried to fight my hold on her, however she was pinned to the bed quite readily. All she was able to do was thrash her head around, her hair tangling across the quilt.

  "Excellent compromise," Garrett added as he took over holding her right leg.

  With my hand free, I took gentle hold of the handle of the plug, working it slowly from her body. "Now, let's see if that pill is working."

  Once the plug was free, we watched her ass slowly clench closed, slick and shiny. In the plug's place, I worked one finger into her, her muscles putting up little to no resistance.

  "Tagg!" she cried out.

  "Ah, filled with ointment. Good."

  Taking the next size larger plug from the selection Garrett had brought from town, I held it up for her to see. "Plug or cock, Sarah? Your choice."

  Her eyes moved back and forth between us as she considered. The plug was most definitely larger than the first; the tapered part that held it securely within was a little wider so she'd remain stretched open a little more as well as the plug being thicker and longer. In slow progression we would work her up to plugs that were comparable in size to our cocks. Since we intended to fuck her together, one of us in her pussy, one in her ass, it was crucial she was well adjusted to this scenario.

  When she didn't respond, I repeated, "Sarah?"

  "Plug! The plug," she said, her voice dejected.

  Garrett took over holding Sarah's legs as I thickly coated the new plug in ointment. I squatted down directly in front of her pussy and worked it into her, taking my time. She had to adjust to us playing with her ass. It was now ours, after all. When we fucked her there, and it would be a frequent occurrence and it would not be swiftly done. I knew once I took her ass, I'd sink in to my balls and stay there for hours.

  "Garrett will hold your legs today, however when we do this next, you will hold yourself open for us, just like this."

  I fucked her easily with the plug, in and out, the slippery sound of friction from the ointment filling the room. She was breathing heavily at the intrusion.

  "Our cocks are bigger than this, Sarah. We're only thinking of you, taking care of you."

  It might have been the pill, or it might have been her body recognizing what it truly needed because her pussy started dripping onto my hand, onto the plug as it fucked her. Her breathing changed and I took it as a sign for her next lesson.

  Lowering my head, I licked her clit. She gasped and her body tensed. I did it again, then took the turgid pearl in my mouth, all the while I fucked her ass with the plug. Garrett released her legs; she wouldn't close her legs now that her pleasure was upon her. Looking up her body past her beautiful breasts, I saw her bite he
r lip, perhaps preventing any sounds from escaping. Garrett's hand came into view as he plucked her nipple, tugging on it with a sureness that had Sarah crying out.

  I didn't stop my ministrations to her pussy and ass, just watched her carefully for signs of her impending orgasm. When she bucked her hips into my mouth and screamed, I pushed the plug in all the way, filling her as deeply as it would go. As she came down from her pleasure, I kissed her thigh, then wiped my wet mouth with the back of my hand.

  "And you said you didn't like a plug in your ass," Garrett said.

  SARAH

  How could I detest something so readily as the plug in my bottom yet love the incredible pleasure it gave me? It was a terrible conundrum and I struggled with it. I wasn't supposed to like any of the things they were doing to me. They shaved me! Yet when Tagg put his mouth on me, I was so sensitive that I came so intensely I screamed. Screamed! It hadn't just been his mouth that had been so incredible. For some reason I couldn't fathom, there was something about having that smooth piece of wood rubbing me with each pass that had me beyond any control. I couldn't contain the absolute delirium that came from what the men did to me.

  And so I burst into tears. Again. Covering my face with my hand, I couldn't control the confusion that these men had brought about. I felt strong arms wrap around me and hold me securely. I could tell by scent alone that it was Garrett. He whispered in my ear words I couldn't hear through my tears, but they were comforting all the same.

  Once my tears had run out, he asked, "Now, what's bothering you so?" His large hand cupped the back of my head as he tilted me back to look up at him. His pale eyes were concerned.

  "I'm not usually one to cry like this," I shared.

  "No, of course not. I would assume having two husbands quite an adjustment," Garrett added. "Now, tell me what's got you so upset?"

  "I'm a good girl!" I said, wiping my tear stained cheeks.

  "Of course you are," Tagg told me from where he sat at the foot of the bed.

  I shook my head. "No. No, I'm not. Good girls don't find pleasure in what you did to me."