Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (10 page)

TAGG

Supervision was not needed for Sarah while she wore the harness. If she wanted to play with her pussy - and she would soon since she'd already started playing with her nipples - she was free to do so. The effects of the pills were beginning to kick in. She was welcome to pleasure herself at any time she wished, however she wished. Our only requirement of her was that her ass was slowly stretched, slowly trained to accept our cocks.

Having her supervised constantly would not endear her to us, would not build trust in our budding relationship, therefore we spent the day in the stable, working the horses, following our usual routine, all the while monitoring the house to verify she was well. I went in for a glass of water, even though I could have drank from the pump. Garrett had stopped into the kitchen for carrots for the horses, even though there was a supply in the stable. Each time, she'd been napping, or baking a pie, or reading in the library.

By dinnertime, we'd washed at the pump and came in to the smell of roasting meat. Sarah was moving slowly setting the table. With her breasts leading the way, her ass thrust back, she was a delectable sight. The plug we'd inserted was quite large and would require substantial accommodations for walking and sitting. Considering it had been within her for hours, I was quite proud of her for handling it.

She looked up at our noisy appearance; we were both large enough where our footfalls and actions were not subtle. Her face was flushed, a dewy hint of perspiration dotted her brow. Her hair was still pulled back neatly in the bun, but a wild, stray curl clung to her damp skin. Her green eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted slightly. Her nipples were tightly furled and a bright pink, not the subtle tone of which I was familiar. She looked feverish.

For the shortest of moments, I worried she'd become ill, but then realized her heat was upon her. The pill in her ass had built her arousal to the point that her body was affected, and the signs blatantly visible. Garrett glanced my way briefly and I knew he saw the signs as well.

"Everything smells delicious, baby," he murmured, stepping close to kiss her brow.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice breathy. "You may sit if you're ready to eat."

"Not quite," he added. "You've been such a good girl with the big plug in your ass. I'm sure you've learned your lesson, hmm?"

Sarah's eyes widened in disbelief, probably assuming she'd be confined within it for a long time. If she were in heat, we needed to tread carefully as we learned how to handle her escalated needs.

"Yes, please. I've been good," she pleaded.

"Of course you have," I added. "Lift your skirt for me."

She grabbed the hem and held the garment high about her waist. Standing behind her, I undid the harness and slowly worked the plug from her ass, then down and off her legs.

Turning one of the chairs so it faced out, I sat down. "Come, lay across my legs."

"I don't need another spanking!" Panic flared in her eyes.

I shook my head. "No spanking. The plug was in your ass for a long time, therefore I need to make sure it wasn't too much for you."

"No spanking, Sarah," Garrett repeated.

She glanced at both of us, then came over to my side. I helped her over my lap, widening my legs to support her small frame. Working the skirt up and over her hips, the creamy white globes of her ass were upturned. I soothed her for a moment with my palm, stroking over the soft skin. It was hard to be calm when my hard cock beneath her belly just wanted to rut into her sweet pussy.

"Open your legs, baby."

She shifted one foot on the floor, then the other so her pussy was now visible. Once she relaxed in this position, I spread her cheeks wide to inspect her breached ass. Her hole was slick with ointment and just barely open. The stretching was working; it was taking time for her to close up completely. This was a good sign that she was adjusting and that she could soon take a cock there.

Placing a finger on the opening, I circled for a moment and felt her stiffen, then slid the digit in. It went in easily and instead of her fighting it, she relaxed and moaned. Keeping my finger embedded to the second knuckle, I glanced up at Garrett, whose eyes were affixed to her pussy. It was dripping wet, her lips there swollen and red, her clit uncovered by the little hood that protected it. I ran a finger over her folds and up to her clit. Sarah bucked at the contact and groaned.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"No. Tagg. Oh, it feels so good."

"See what happens when you have a big plug in your ass?" Garrett asked as he knelt down by her head.

"What?" she breathed.

"You're aroused because your body is preparing for our cocks in your ass. You
want
your ass filled. Do you want us to fuck you, Sarah?"

She shook her head, her bun finally coming undone and her red hair spilled upon the floor. I plunged two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly finger fuck her, all the while the finger on my other hand that filled her ass remained still.

Sounds of her pleasure rang in the air.

"Do you want us to fuck you, Sarah?" Garrett repeated.

"Not in the...ass. You're too big!"

"No, not yet. But soon. How about we fuck your sopping pussy?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Yes, please."

My cock jumped against her belly at her words.

"Since your ass still isn't ready, you can take both of us by showing Tagg how well you suck cock," Garrett told her.

I pulled all of my fingers free of her openings.

"Kneel on the floor, baby."

Sarah worked her way off my lap to kneel between my knees. She glanced up at me through her dark lashes, her green eyes like emeralds.

"You've been sucking Garrett's cock?" I asked.

Her luscious lips were parted and she was breathing heavily as she nodded.

"Then take mine out and show me what you learned."

She opened the placket of my pants with her small hands and pulled me free. Her eyes flared at the sight of my big cock, but no worry came to her eyes. Quite the opposite, in fact. She looked at it longingly and licked her lips before taking the broad head into her mouth. I couldn't help but groan at the hot, wet pull of her mouth, the way her hands gripped my thighs.

I saw Garrett undoing the button on her skirt before tugging the fabric down over her hips to pool around her lower legs. Yanking on her hips, he lifted them up so she was on her knees, ass up. This had her head lowering farther onto my cock until I was practically bumping the back of her throat.

Garrett pulled out his cock and filled her without any preamble and she screamed around me. The vibrations of this muffled sound had me close to coming. Once he was seated completely, he reached around and filled his hands with her breasts. "Now that you are married, your body is  recognizing that you belong to us. Your ass wants to be filled. Your pussy is all but dripping for our cocks. Your mouth needs to taste our seed. Your breasts need to be fondled. You're going to come for us. Right now, Sarah, because your body knows we're in charge."

Just like the good girl she was, she came on command, her eyes closing as she held herself still, my cock resting on her tongue as she came. Her hips wiggled, but could she could barely move being held in place between both our bodies. Once she settled, she returned to sucking my cock, this time with a little extra vigor, as if the orgasm made her voracious.

Garrett began to move again, fucking her pussy as I fucked her mouth. Her innocent licks, her naive shift of her hips had both of us coming faster than usual. I lifted my hips as I came, filling her mouth with my seed, watching her swallow it down like a working girl at Rose's brothel. Garrett's grip on her hips tightened as he buried himself in her as he came.

GARRETT

We didn't put a plug in her ass right away. It was important to have her filled and stretched, but it was crucial to pace the training well, especially now that she was in heat. And because of this, it was time to transition her to fill her ass herself, to have her consciously
want
to fill it, not because we demanded it. This would help train her mind to see that what we wanted of her was acceptable and pleasurable. With this adjustment, when her ass was finally ready for a cock, she'd ask for it because she'd submitted mind and body.

Tagg and I ate large portions of our dinner, our hunger elevated from the pre-meal fucking. Sarah ate as well, but she squirmed in her chair and her nipples remained hard. We skipped putting her skirt back on her, so she was practically naked as she ate.

"I'm concerned about your nipples, Sarah," I said, having a drink of water.

Her green eyes met mine before glancing down her body. "Why?"

"They're still hard and they look sore."

"I...I can't help touching them," she replied, just before putting a piece of roast in her mouth and chewing.

"It feels so good, doesn't it?" Tagg asked.

She nodded, although concern was evident on her face, clearly afraid we'd spank her again.

"Show us."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You're not mad?"

"Quite the opposite, in fact," I replied. "I loved watching you touch them when we fucked you in the tack room. Show us, Sarah."

Putting down her fork and knife, she glanced down her body, then tentatively lifted her hands and began to play with her very pink nipples.

I leaned back in my chair and watched, learning how she did it and what made her feel good.

Tagg stood, went to retrieve the ointment and returned, taking the lid off for her. "Here, baby. When they get chafed when you play with them, use a little ointment."

She dipped her small fingers into the jar, then smeared the slick ointment onto each nipple.

Working them with her thumb and forefinger, she leaned back in her chair, relaxing into her actions.

"Now that you've grown somewhat accustomed to the plug, you'll put one in yourself from now on."

Her eyes were foggy with desire, her brain sluggish. "But...but I was disobedient for taking it out when you said not to," she countered, a frown marring her delicate features.

"True, but you were spanked for disobeying us, not for anything else. We'll give you a plug of our choosing, and you will take it in and out at your discretion. But you'll need to spend some time fucking your ass with it, keeping it in for longer and longer durations as part of your training. On occasion, we'll have you lift your skirt to show us that it's in, or you'll put it in while we watch so we know you can take it."

"What if it's too difficult?" she asked.

"You'll have the ointment to coat it and prepare your ass, which should be all you need. It will take time, Sarah, for you to work them in. There's no rush to do so," Tagg added.

"As for the pill, you'll only need one if we find you're not slick enough." Her arousal was strong without the pill and we didn't want her falsely needy. We only needed the pill to help break through her mental barriers, although we certainly wanted to keep the option available if that changed. Most brides in Liberty took a pill daily so they were constantly and permanently aroused. It allowed for a deeper level of submission, but for Sarah, submitting to such extremes wasn't a requirement for either Tagg or me. Taking both of us at once was ample. For now, and most likely permanently, the ointment would be all she'd need to make her ass slick and offer a slight nudge to her arousal.

"You may come anytime you wish, whether we are with you or not," Tagg added, his look intent and clear. "Anywhere."

Her eyes drifted open. "May I come now?"

"Can you come from just playing with your nipples?" Tagg asked, his brow arched.

Sarah bit her lip as she tugged, her slick nipples elongating. She nodded.

"I don't think she can," Tagg said to me, all but daring her to do so.

I shrugged, playing along. "Probably not."

Sarah's eyes flared briefly at the challenge and she worked her nipples with extra vigor. We returned to our food as we watched her avidly. This was a first for both of us, having an aroused woman bringing herself to orgasm as we ate our dinner.

It only took a few minutes, but Sarah did achieve orgasm solely from nipple play. Her head dropped back, her lips parted as she cried out, the sound so erotic my cock was hard once again, even after fucking her a short time ago.

Once recovered, she looked at us smugly, pleased with herself. Her nipples were glistening with ointment, softening and red from her rough handling. Then, as if a curtain was lowered, she realized what she'd done and mortification set in.

"Sarah, it’s incredible that you're so responsive. There's no shame in showing us your pleasure," I told her, hoping my words were reassuring. An orgasm solely from nipple play demonstrated how sensitive she now was.

"But--"

"Look at me, Sarah," I commanded. She lifted her chin. "What you do is just for us. Just for your husbands. We're so proud of you."