Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (6 page)

Garrett walked into the room as he stroked his cock, moving to stand less than a foot from the bed. As Sarah was so small, it was easy to lift her up and down and I continued to fuck her. My one hand palmed her breast, plucked at the nipple. She cried out in pleasure and concern.

"Don't worry, baby." Garrett lifted his free hand to brush her wild hair back from her face. "We're both going to fuck you. Sometimes together, sometimes alone. You'll be in my bed some nights, Tagg's on others. There's nothing you can do while we're fucking you that's wrong. Right now, with Tagg in your tight pussy, you're absolutely perfect."

His voice became rough as he spoke, his cock turning a deep plum shade as his hand began to vigorously pump.

"See how hard you make him?" I murmured to Sarah as I thrust up into her. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was getting closer. Dropping my hand to her clit, I circled the hard peak with my thumb. "We'll teach you how to take a cock in your mouth so you can please both of us at the same time."

"Soon, Sarah." Garrett stroked harder. He stepped even closer. "For now, I'm going to come all over you."

My orgasm was so intense I roared in Sarah's ear, holding her deftly and securely upon my cock so that I could fill her. My orgasm must have spurred Sarah's as I could feel her clenching, gripping my cock as if it wanted to take more seed, to pull it in so far it would take root. She screamed and tossed her head back on my shoulder.

Garrett offered a soft, guttural groan as he came, his thick cum arcing in pulses onto Sarah's breasts, her belly. Once Garrett's breathing regulated, he said, "Rub it in, Sarah. Rub my seed all over. I want to see it shiny and wet on your breasts."

She was too replete to question and her hands came up, ran them through the thick ropes of cum on her body, caressing it, stroking it over her skin. When done, her nipples were glistening with Garrett's seed. Slowly, I lifted Sarah off my cock, then turned her so she was on her belly, knees tucked beneath her. I climbed off the bed and slipped on some pants, knowing that if I remained naked while we began her training, I'd want to fuck her again. Keeping my cock confined was a needed deterrent from taking her again so soon. Garrett padded across the hallway and returned soon enough in pants and carried a wrapped parcel he'd brought back yesterday from town.

The scent of sex filled the air. The sky was now a bright pink turning quickly to blue. Sarah lay slumped on the bed, her arms up by her face, her eyes closed and a little smile curved the corner of her lip. Her pussy was on display, her folds red and swollen, open, and my seed dribbled out. Her ass was up so she was in the perfect position, the perfect demeanor to begin her training.

Garrett unwrapped the bundle and pulled out a glass jar and her first plug.

SARAH

I never imagined my body could feel the way it did right at this very moment. Loose and relaxed, my muscles were warm and pliant, my mind dulled just like the time I drank too much mulled cider. What concerned me was that I hadn’t made my body feel this way, Garrett and Tagg had. They had all but commandeered my life. I was now their wife and my body was theirs to do with as they saw fit. Embarrassment was a minor word for how I felt when they looked at the most private parts of my body. And Tagg, he'd put his mouth there! I'd been so wet; my pussy, as they called it, seeped copiously when they touched me. I felt my face flush when I realized Tagg had licked it up with his tongue. Something was wrong with me to have liked it!

The men were talking above me, but I was too sleepy to listen. When I felt something very slick and cold touch me, I jerked up onto my elbows and whipped my head around. "What are you doing?" I asked, mortified. Garrett had touched my back passage with his fingers and placed something slick on it. I could see it glistening on the digits he held aloft.

"It's time to start your ass training, baby."

"Ass...ass training?"

Shifting onto my side, I started to bring my knees down so I could sit upright, my...ass beneath me and unavailable for any kind of...training. But Tagg took hold of my hip and kept me in place. He sat on the bed, his weight making it dip, and placed his arm over my lower back. Wary, I watched both men over my shoulder.

Garrett stepped close and put his fingers upon me again. "This is your ass. Say it."

I cleared my throat. "A..Ass."

He wasn't hurting me, his fingertips just barely brushing over that sensitive opening. "Good girl. As our wife, we will fuck you here and your pussy at the same time, but we must stretch your ass open to be able to take a cock."

"We don't want to hurt you, baby," Tagg added as Garrett's fingers continued to circle every so gently, spreading the slickness about.

They wanted to fuck me...there? Why? "No. This isn't right. I don't like this. Your fingers feel...odd."

"You will like it," Garrett said, starting to press a finger inward as it went round and round. "You'll love it."

"Not there! There's something wrong with you doing this," I cried. I tried to move away, but Tagg's hold was overly secure.

"Shh," he crooned. "There's nothing wrong with what happens between us. You belong to us. Your pussy belongs to us. That mouth of yours belongs to us."

"This ass," Garrett added as his finger broke past the tight ring of muscle that I clenched to keep him out. "This ass belongs to us."

I hissed at the intrusion, but his way was slippery. It didn't exactly hurt, but the stretching was uncomfortable and odd. Clenching down, my body tried to force out Garrett's offending finger, but to no avail. In fact, he worked it in deeper before pulling back. It was like he was fucking me with his finger.

"No. No, don't. I don't like this!" My eyes filled with tears as he started to work a second slicked finger into me.

Tagg moved so he could tilt my chin up. "You don't have a choice, Sarah. This is what you will take from us. We give you permission to like it." He wiped a tear that slipped down my cheek.

Garrett pulled his fingers free and I felt...empty. "We're not done. In fact, baby, we're only getting started."

I slumped down into the soft covers, realizing I'd tensed every muscle in my body. Took a deep breath and the smell of Tagg - like leather and fresh air - surrounded me. Although the men were brothers, there were very distinct differences between them, including their own personal scent.

"Spread her ass for me," Garrett told his brother. I felt broad hands separating my bottom and I could only imagine what they were seeing. No one ever,
ever
, had seen me thusly. I tried to squirm away, but to no avail. "This is ointment that you feel. It's nice and slick and will help your plug go in."

His fingers had returned and I felt the ointment of which he spoke. He was very generous in the application, even as he worked it into me with one finger. I had to pant through it; the stretching uncomfortable, but there was no stopping it. Time seemed interminable as he continued, again and again, to have his finger on, in and circling around my back passage. And as time went by, the discomfort passed and it began to feel...pleasant. Somehow his finger bumped and nudged against something - what could it be that was back there? - that sent flames licking along my spine, making my inner muscles clench and grip his finger within.

"That's it, baby. This is something you enjoy."

What? Enjoy? Absolutely not. Even while my body heated, my skin became damp with a sheen of perspiration, I fought it.
This
was not something I should enjoy. Tolerate, undoubtedly, since it was my husbands' bidding. But enjoy? Never!

Tagg let go of my bottom and rested back on one elbow, his head now close to mine. He held up a child's top in his hand. "This is a plug. It's the smallest one, much smaller than our cocks. Part of your ass training is to be filled at all times. It is for you to grow accustomed to having a cock there."

It most definitely was not a child's toy. It certainly looked like one, with a narrow tip that flared to a broader middle that tapered in, yet widened again into a small handle.

"See, it's only as big as my thumb." Neither man had small hands so this was not in the least bit tiny. But Garrett's finger was filling me now, so perhaps it would not be such a difficult task.

Tagg handed the implement to his brother and exchanged for something else. It was a small white ball, similar in size to a peppermint candy, although I had serious doubts he was offering me one. "This is a little pill of ointment. It's hard now because it's got a coating of beeswax. Garrett's going to put this in your ass and soon it will soften and keep you nice and slick deep inside."

No, it was not a hard candy.

He handed it to Garrett and Garrett pulled his finger completely out. I clenched down, but only for a moment as his fingers were back.

"Relax, baby. Let's get this pill in you."

I groaned as he worked it in. It was bigger than his finger, stretching me wider than he had before. Gripping the quilt, I tried to relax, but it was impossible.

"Soon this will be easy," Tagg murmured, his hand gently soothing me as it slid along my back.

I doubted his words, but contradicting would be wasted breath. "It's too much! Garrett, please," I cried.

It slipped past the tight ring of muscle and I felt the round ball sitting just inside. Garrett's finger pushed it in, deeper and deeper, a little at a time, until he couldn't nudge it any further. His finger slid free and I moaned.

"There. How does that feel?" Garrett asked.

The pill was deep inside me and I could feel it there. It didn't hurt. It wasn't uncomfortable. It just felt foreign. "I don't want something up there."

"No, I don't suppose you do." I couldn't see Garrett, but his voice was clear. "But your ass will be taken and we don't want to hurt you. You need to be slick. You need to be stretched. It's our job to make you ready." He didn't give me time to respond as I felt something hard at my entrance again. "Next is the plug."

It was broad, stretching me open right away, but Garrett had been generous with the ointment and once my body stopped its resistance, it slid in easily. It was wider than Garrett's finger and it went in, and in, and in until I felt it bump the pill and push it even deeper.

He began to work the plug in and out, mimicking the motions of a cock in my pussy. He was fucking me with the plug.

"You've been such a good girl," Tagg murmured. I opened my eyes at his voice, not realizing I'd even shut them. He was smiling at me, clearly pleased. I felt fingers on my pussy, on that spot that gave me so much pleasure.

"Your clit's so hard. Do you like having your ass fucked?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, almost soothing me with his carnal words. His finger moved in a knowing circle, as if he'd learned how my body responded best.

I shook my head vehemently. "No! I don't like it," I panted.

His smile switched to a grin. "Your body is telling me otherwise, baby. Is she wet, brother?"

I felt a finger slip into my pussy. I moaned, I couldn't hold it in. "Sopping wet. She likes to have her ass played with."

"No, I don't! I don't like it!" I repeated.

Tagg's fingers strummed over my clit faster and there was nothing I could do to prevent the pleasure from overwhelming me. I came on a scream, my entire body tensing, clenching down on the fingers in both my holes.

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."