Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (3 page)

"Very well. We will go back to the house and have something to eat. Surely you are quite hungry," I guessed.

At that, her stomach gave a loud grumble. She placed one hand upon her belly and blushed quite prettily.

"Afterwards, we’ll do our chores, and then if we’re finished in time, we'll ride into town to return you to Doc. If not, then we’ll take you in the morning. In the meantime, your maidenhead is most assuredly safe from us," Garrett told her.

"Where is your horse?" I asked, trying to keep her off kilter, even though I knew the answer. We'd come across her horse before we found her.

"Um...it's that way, most likely eating grass." She pointed downstream.

Garrett headed in that direction.

I reached down and picked up her dress, still sodden and dripping. "Come on. We will return to the house."

"I need...I need to get my boots and stockings," she said, walking to the side of the creek to claim her things, her gait stiff, her steps gingerly. The corner of my mouth ticked up, amused. A sore bottom was a consequence long remembered.

Garrett came back, leading a horse by the reins. We looked at each other, but no words were necessary. He nodded and I returned the same gesture. She wasn't getting away. I met her halfway back, picked her up by the waist and sat her down upon the saddle.

"Oh!" She winced and squirmed.

"It is our job to protect you, Sarah. You may not walk here without shoes. There are unseen dangers you could step on and get hurt. Rattlesnakes even."

Shifting, she looked down at the ground as if a snake or two had slithered out of the brush, then added, "But my--"

"Your spanked ass?" Garrett finished for her. Probably not the words she would have chosen. "I can carry you instead."

He tossed the reins to me and made ready to help her down.

"No," she replied very insistently, sitting up ramrod straight as if she had a plug in her ass. Ah, a plug. I couldn't wait to see Sarah with her first plug.  "Thank you, but I will be fine upon the horse."

I led the animal toward the house and smiled, although she couldn't see being behind me as she was. Having Sarah submit wasn't going to be easy, but it sure was going to be fun. We'd left at dawn to observe the beaver dam being built upstream and came home with a woman.

SARAH

Everything was going wrong! This was not how I imagined my escape to be. I was to make it as far as the next town by horse, take the stage east to the first town with a railroad, then continue all the way to a real, big city. There, I could be one of so many, discover everything I'd only read about in books. The money I'd collected, little by little over the years, had been tucked neatly and safely into a hidden pocket on the inside of my dress. Before Doctor Graham, the sheriff and Mr. Bridger had taken Devney and I from the ranch yesterday morning, I'd quickly hidden my money upon my person. Everything had been planned meticulously over the years. Except the harness.

The stupid, ridiculous, confining, humiliating harness! I'd never even imagined such a contraption existed, let alone the reason for donning it. Lifting my skirts for Doctor Graham to take it on and off had been embarrassing. Absolutely mortifying. But he was a doctor. I had no real idea of what occurred between a man and a woman, but even I knew Garrett and Tagg Ericksson had anything but clinical thoughts about me. Unfortunately, they'd caught me in the most inappropriate of positions, which then turned downright indecent when I'd fallen into the water.

After spanking me and receiving the answers they wanted, they were nothing but polite. True gentlemen. I was shown to a lovely bedroom to rest while they tended to their chores. The walls were painted white, with equally crisp and bright curtains in the window that overlooked the vast stable and the prairie beyond. A brass bed took up most of the space and a small table with pitcher and bowl upon it sat beneath a mirror. Although I hadn't slept all night and the bed looked quite inviting, I couldn't rest. My mind and body were too restless.

What was I to do? I paced the small space, frustrated and irritated, hands clenched in tight fists. I needed the harness off of my person in order to escape. I couldn't continue on with it upon me. Before that, I needed it off of me as soon as possible as my most basic needs were very, very pressing. I squirmed at the discomfort in my belly. I couldn't wait the several hours for Doctor Graham to be fetched. I couldn't wait another hour.

Tears filled my vision and the dress blurred. I had no choice. I began to cry in frustration, my desperation too great to consider the depths of the consequences. I glanced at the damp dress that was draped over the rails at the foot of the bed. I could put it on, but it would be a soggy, miserable experience and another inconvenience to wait upon. Opening the door, I ran down the narrow staircase, out the front door and into the stable.

"All right," I shouted, when I found Tagg brushing down a horse. The air inside was cool, the scent of animal and cut hay fresh in the air. His hat was off and his hair was a dark blond, like the sand on the banks of the river. He glanced up at me in surprise, his eyes the color of the sky.

He stood at my sudden appearance, a curry brush in his right hand. "All right?" he repeated, confused. He looked me over from head to toe. I was still in my shift and barefoot, breathing hard from my exertion and fidgeting from my body's imminent needs.

"Please," I begged. "Take off the harness."

Understanding flickered across his face. He put the brush up on the half wall of the horse's pen and turned to me. "Let me wash my hands."

He went outside and I followed him into the bright sunlight. Working the pump, water came pouring out. Using a bar of soap he pulled from a small tin hooked onto the curve of the pipe, he scrubbed his hands clean. Shaking off the excess water, he turned to me. "Turn around and lift your shift."

I backed up a step. "Here?" He wanted to remove it out in the open?

"No one else is about but Garrett. Here will do. Turn around, Sarah."

His voice went deeper and was more commanding, his shoulders back and he appeared even taller and more imposing.

Slowly, I turned to face away from him so I looked at the front of the stable, and lifted the hem of my shift. It only covered me to mid thigh, which was indecent enough, but I lifted it up so that the back of the harness where the small lock was situated was uncovered. This meant that my bottom was on complete display as well.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as Tagg knelt behind me so his line of sight was directly on my bottom and lower back. I gulped as his eyes darkened and his jaw clamped down tightly.

"Garrett!" Tagg shouted, which made me jump.

A moment later, Garrett came out of the barn, the building next door to the stable, wiping his hands on a cloth. His eyes widened in surprise at seeing us. I could only imagine what he was thinking, seeing me standing in the open only in a shift, holding it up to expose the dark leather harness that went around my hips and down between my legs. I glanced down my body and saw some of the red hair around my woman's core peeking out around the edges of the leather.

"Oh!" I gasped, lowering my hands.

"What's the matter, baby?" Tagg asked.

Garrett stopped in front of me, blocking the sun.

"I've...I've never been exposed...I mean, except for when he put the harness on, only Doctor Graham has seen more than my wrists and ankles."

"We've seen almost all of you," Garrett reminded, placing his hands on his hips. "Lift the shift, Sarah."

"Go grab one of the small awls so I can get this lock open," Tagg said to his brother.

Garrett nodded and headed off into the stable.

"The only thing we haven't seen of you is your pussy."

Tagg's reminder as to the extent of my indecency was unnecessary.

Garrett quickly returned with the small tool that looked like a pick and handed it to Tagg. After a short amount of time with the belt tugging and pulling at my waist and between my legs, the lock popped open and with it, the leather came loose about my waist.

Tagg worked it down my legs and I stepped free. I couldn't help but smile at the relief at having it removed. Garrett pointed toward the house. "Washroom's inside. Bathe while you're there, if you desire. Take your time."

The house was two story, white sided and well built. It was also quite large -  bigger than my father's house -  and that had more rooms than we ever used. It was clear the Erickssons' were not without means. Having a washroom was a decadence in these parts. The only reason my father had provided one for Devney and me was because he didn't want us walking out to a privy in front of the ranch hands at all hours of the day and night. It was one concession to his control that I did not mind tolerating.

While Tagg and Garrett had shown me the bedroom, I hadn't known of the washroom. As I dashed inside, I grumbled about that, then frantically opened several doors before I found and made use of the necessary. Afterwards, I did as Garrett suggested and bathed, luxuriating in the lukewarm water - no need to heat it when it was summer - and fresh smelling soap. Lathering my hair and rinsing it clean, I vowed to never take being clean for granted ever again.

Once dry, I contemplated my shift I'd tossed on the floor, which was dirty and stiff from my dip in the river. The idea of wearing it now that I was clean was not favorable.

I had one clean dress in the bag I'd tied to the saddle, but I had no idea of its whereabouts. For all I knew, it was still on the back of the horse. But, knowing a rancher took better care of his animals than the humans around him, the horse had probably been brushed down and was munching on some oats. While I, on the other hand, had no clothes and stuck with two strangers. Men. Men who wanted to share me. I'd seen animals mate on the ranch before, so I knew the basic workings of what happened between a man and woman, but what happened between a woman and two men?

With the harness off of my person, I wouldn't have to find out. I could readily escape when Garrett and Tagg weren't watching. Or awake. I could sleep now - it was no hardship to close my eyes as I'd been up all night - then slip out with the cover of darkness once the men were asleep. I'd done it with the doctor. I could do it again.

TAGG

"She's going to try and run away," I said as I approached Garrett in the stable. I leaned against the rail of an indoor pen, crossing my arms over my chest. It was time for the noonday meal and we'd seen nothing from the house since Sarah had run inside a few hours earlier, and we'd both been monitoring closely.

Garrett stood from checking on a horse's hoof, cleaning out dirt from the bottom with a hoof pick. He sighed. "She can try, but she won't find her bag in the tack room. Running away wearing that harness was hard enough, doing it naked might be downright impossible."

I envisioned Sarah, naked upon a horse, like Boadicea with her flowing red hair fighting for what she thought was right. I doubted the legend had been naked when doing so, but the correlation was apt.

"We need to get Ian. Today. Now. Before she does something to get herself hurt." As Justice of the Peace, Ian McKenzie, Liberty's sheriff, could marry couples just as readily as the minister, and often did if the man of God wasn't readily available. Our situation, unorthodox as it was, needed a legal wedding without the objections a minister might find in having two grooms for one bride. As the elder, Garrett would marry Sarah. On paper. But there was no question that she would be mine as well.

Ian was another friend of ours and knew our ways. It would not be a problem. Waiting any longer than necessary to take her maidenhead and make her ours most certainly was.

"You're right. I'll go," Garrett said. "By tonight, she'll be ours."

I ran my hand over the back of my neck. "This is pretty hasty. We've only known her a few hours. You're sure, brother?"

The look he gave me was serious. "She belongs to us." There was no wavering, no question or doubt in his words, his tone, his bearing.

I exhaled, relieved he was in complete agreement. It might have been destiny that led her to us finding her. It might have been pure, dumb luck. Whatever it was, Sarah was ours. All of her.

"We'll need to train her ass before we can fuck her properly." I envisioned filling her pussy and her ass at the same time. Her ultimate submission. "She's going to be a little hellcat when we tell her what that entails," I warned, remembering how she fought us over a simple spanking.

Garrett grinned as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over the back of his horse. "It will be quite enjoyable to see her resistance, but much more her submission. Until then, I expect it will be quite a battle. We'll praise her, and punish her if need be."

My brow went up. "All you can think about is spanking her?"

"Hell, no." Garrett frowned as he hefted his saddle on top of the blanket, then adjusted it into place. "I want to fuck her, too."

I shifted my hard cock in my pants. Just talking about the small sprite of a woman who was right now all but naked in our house had me hard enough to pound nails. "Tonight." It wasn't a question, but absolute fact.

Garrett agreed readily, tightening the cinch beneath the horse's belly. "The transition for her won't be easy. Most women in Liberty only have to contend with one new husband, not two."

Once ready, Garrett led his animal outside, then mounted up. The horse snorted and shifted his feet as if eager to run. "She was wet when I spanked her. I could see it coating her thighs. Her brain may not like what we're going to do, but her body sure will."

He clucked his tongue and they were off, kicking up dust in their wake.

Heading inside, I wiped my boots off on the porch, then tread lightly through the house until I found Sarah, sound asleep in the bedroom we'd shown her. She slept on her stomach, the sheet and quilt covering her, yet low enough that I could see her creamy shoulders, her arms up by her head. There were no straps for her chemise visible, meaning she was naked. Ian couldn't get here soon enough. Her stunning hair was a wild tangle on the pillow. Equally red brows curved over her closed eyes, the lashes long and thick. I thought of the hint of red curls I'd seen that covered her pussy and felt my balls draw up tight. I couldn't stare at her any longer, for the temptation she presented was almost impossible to resist. Closing the door behind me, I retreated as quietly as possible. When she awoke, she'd be well rested. Well rested for her wedding.

***

No doubt the scent of the evening meal had Sarah stirring. She sounded like the mouse I often heard in the attic, dashing from her bedroom to the washroom, then back. When she did make an appearance, Garrett, Ian and I were tucked into our ham and potatoes. The fork was halfway to my mouth when her head popped around the corner. She gasped and ducked back out of sight when she saw the sheriff.

"Sarah," I called out. The other men turned to where I looked. Only an empty hallway. "Don't hide, please."

"But I'm only wearing my shift and...and the...sheriff--"

Her fretful voice tapered off to nothing.

The idea of Ian seeing her as we had made my dinner sour in my stomach. I'd share her with Garrett, but no one else. I saw my brother's jaw clench.

"I can come back," Ian offered, his voice deep. Our friend's brown hair had an indent of his hat visible in the strands. A day’s growth of beard covered his jaw, his skin tan from the sun, but I could see weariness in his eyes. He'd been up most of the night searching for Sarah and it showed. He wore a simple blue shirt with his tin star pinned to it, a reminder of his role.