Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (9 page)

Instead of returning to the house as I first suspected, we entered the stable. The air inside was cool, the light dim in comparison to outside and the scent of horses and hay were strong. I was turned upright and Tagg held onto my arm as I gained my balance. We were in the tack room. The walls were covered in harnesses, reins and other equine paraphernalia. Why we were in here was something I questioned.

"Did we, or did we not tell you that you would always be filled with either a plug or our cocks?" Tagg asked. With the two men looming over me, the room seemed much smaller.

"Yes," I replied warily.

"Yet you chose to remove the plug yourself," Garrett added.

As it was not stated as a question, it did not deem a reply. I pursed my lips in a small act of defiance.

"Put your hands on the edge of the table, Sarah," Tagg demanded. I turned and looked at the high table that abutted one of the walls. It appeared to be used while working on the leather items. Tools hung on hooks above the wood surface for easy accessibility.

I did as requested, my hands holding firmly to the wood.

Garrett grabbed my hips and pulled them back so I was bent at the waist. Before I had a chance to wonder why I was in this position, Tagg's hand came down and struck my ass. Hard. I bucked at the sting against my bare flesh and cried out.

"When you are disobedient, you are spanked," Garrett warned.

Smack. Smack.

"I'm sorry!" I cried out.

"Yes, I'm sure you are. When you remove the plug, the longer it will take for your body to make adjustments to handle both our cocks. If we took your ass now, we'd surely hurt you. The plug is for you. For your protection. Ultimately, for your pleasure," Tagg told me, directly prior to another strike of his palm.

After a few more well- placed strikes of Tagg's palm, I gave up the fight against them, my shoulders slumping, my head dropping down between my stretched arms. There was nothing I could do but accept the spanking because I'd been wrong. If they truly intended to fuck my ass, then I needed them to do what they thought best to do it correctly. They were both very large and I couldn't fathom them entering my ass without preparation. But if I knew I could take a large plug, then my fears would be abated. They
were
thinking of me, and I'd only been selfish.

The spanking continued, targeting different areas on my ass and the tops of my thighs while I cried. I cried not just from hurt, but also over my lack of control, over how everything was being planning for me without my knowledge. I had to rely on them to do what was best and that was most difficult.

Finally Tagg stopped, his hand running soothingly over my ass. "Stay as you are, Sarah."

"I'm sorry I didn't heed your words. I'm not accustomed to being dictated by others." I looked down at the floor.

"Your father forced you to stay on the ranch for years. That's an impressive mandate," Garrett countered.

"Yes, but that was it." My voice was breathy from being upside down. "Even though Devney was there, I had to take care of myself. No one told me what I could or couldn't do, as long as I stayed at home."

"Now you have two men who know what's best," Tagg replied as his hand grazed over my pussy.

I stiffened and gasped, the touch a complete surprise.

"She's soaking wet, brother. She likes a good spanking."

I shook my head in disagreement. "No, I don't like being spanked."

"Your body says otherwise, baby," Garrett murmured as he bent forward to get a close look at my pussy. I could see him, even with my head facing the floor.

Tagg picked something up from the table, moved back behind me. "The plug was to remain in until dinnertime. Since you've been disobedient and to ensure you don't remove it over the course of the day while we are working, you'll wear a new harness."

I stood up at his words, looked to both men. "What? No! We're married. You've already taken my maidenhead."

"This one is different. Bend back over, baby," Tagg said. When I didn't move, he arched one brow as if he was asking me if I wished to defy him again or not. My ass stung and was fiery hot from the spanking. I didn't know if I could sit down as it was; more would have been intolerable.

When I had returned to holding the edge of the table, my ass pushed back, Tagg squatted down into my field of vision. He placed a leather harness on the floor at my feet. "This is only to keep a plug in your ass to ensure you can't take it out. Lift."

He took my ankle and gently lifted one loop of the harness around my foot. He did the same with the other and slowly slid it up my legs until at knee level.

Garrett knelt next to him and dipped his fingers into the jar of ointment he held. It was then that I noticed the differences in this harness compared to the one they found me in. This had a large plug affixed to it, the largest I'd seen yet. Longer and thicker than the one I'd removed myself, there was no taper to this one. Since it was attached to the leather, no handle was needed to keep it from sinking into me. Garrett coated it thoroughly, then stood. I could only see his legs as I felt him prodding the entrance of my ass.

"Another pill, baby, then we'll put the plug in."

I felt his fingers working back there and I started to pant as he worked the pill in. This time I took it more easily; I was clearly adjusting to it, although it still wasn't remotely enjoyable.

He didn't push it in, but placed it just past my tight ring of muscle. Tagg worked the leg straps of the harness up my legs until I felt the plug nudging me. Someone's fingers - I couldn't tell whose - worked the plug up and into me. This time, not only did I have to breathe through it, I could feel my skin heating and perspiration beading on my brow. Even though I tried to relax, my body fought it involuntarily.

The tip made it past my entrance and bumped the pill. Slowly, the plug was worked in, pushing the pill deeply into me as it went. The stretch of this plug was so much greater than the previous one. How could I ever handle their cocks if this was so...impressive? Further and further it went in and I shifted my hips to adjust to being filled so fully. The cool leather of the harness brushed against my ass, and I knew it was in all the way. I tried to clench down, to close up, but the width of the plug prevented it. How was I expected to function when I could think of nothing else?

Hands fumbled with the belt about my waist but I was too distracted to care. I grunted as I tried, again and again, to work the plug free. It was no use, and my mind knew that, but my body wanted to reject it.

A finger slipped once again through my folds and I could feel the wetness my traitorous body made. "You may stand," Tagg told me.

Releasing the white knuckled grip I had on the table, I slowly stood, shifting my hips to find a comfortable position.

I turned to face the men, shamefaced - ashamed that I needed to be punished, yet even more ashamed to have discovered I liked it. I may not want it, but my body most certainly enjoyed it. I looked down at the harness. This one
was
different. I could see the little thatch of red hair the men had not shaved. Below that, my pussy lips were visible. Two thin leather straps ran along the creases of my thighs and kept me completely exposed. The harness was solely to prevent me from taking the plug from my ass. This meant, as I learned from the fingers brushing my sensitive folds, that I was completely open and available for fucking.

When hands grabbed me by the waist and lifted me gently upon the table, I squeaked in surprise. It was promptly followed by a gasp as the plug pushed in deeper.

"Lie back," Garrett commanded.

Both men stood directly in front of me. So tall, so broad, so imposing. Why was I so intensely attracted to them when they spanked me? When they shoved a huge plug up my ass? They were right again; my body wanted them, wanted to see what they would do to me next. That tingling in my nipples spread so that my breasts were heavy and aching for them to be touched. The wetness seeping from my pussy was hot on my thighs and the thing they called my clit pulsed.

Garrett placed one hand between my breasts and slowly pushed me to lie back. I hissed when my skin came in contact with the cool wood.

Without preamble, Tagg adjusted my legs so that my feet rested on the edge of the table as my hands had, nudged them wide apart and tugged my hips so that my ass was right at the edge.

"You were playing with your breasts and tugging your nipples when we found you in the water. Are they extra sensitive, baby?" Tagg asked, looming.

I couldn't lie. Not like this, so open, so exposed. It was as if they could not only see my body, but all the way into my mind. My soul.

"Yes. They...ache."

A tick pulsed in Tagg's jaw and his passion-filled gaze lowered to my tightly furled nipples.

"Touch them. Play with them. Show us what feels good."

I couldn't resist. The urge to ease the tingling need had me cupping my breasts, nudging the tips with my thumbs. My eyes slipped closed as I focused on how good it felt.

"Open your eyes, Sarah," Garrett said, breaking my reverie. "Keep touching yourself, baby."

"This harness is only to ensure the plug stays in your ass." Tagg undid his belt, opened the placket of his pants as he spoke, his cock springing free. His fingers ran through my folds and slipped inside of me. "As you can see, your pussy is completely exposed and we can fuck you anytime we choose."

"And we choose right now," Garrett added. "No, don't stop tugging on those pink nipples."

Leaning forward, Tagg placed his palms on the table on either side of my head so he loomed over me. His pale blue eyes bored into mine, pinning me in place. I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance, then slowly sliding in.

"When you're fucked by both of us, it's going to feel so tight. Just like this." His voice was a harsh groan because with the plug in me, he had to struggle to get inside. It was too much! I was so filled I couldn't adjust. Squirming, I tried to back away from the double invasion.

Tagg tsked me. "We didn't say you could move your hands."

I moved my hands back to my soft flesh. I could feel the hard little tips beneath my palms.

Garrett held one of my hips to keep me in place as Tagg pulled back and then thrust deep.

"It's too much! Too big!" I cried out, my eyes wide with something akin to fear.

Tagg lowered his head and kissed me while he held himself still within me. His tongue dipped into my mouth, mimicking what his cock was doing in my pussy. Soon, I relaxed into the kiss and forgot how crammed full I was, how my fingers were tugging on my nipples. My need switched from having him pull out of me to having him stay within. I could feel my inner muscles clenching down on his cock and on the plug in my ass. That sent pulses of pleasure through me and I cried out against his mouth.

Lifting his head, Tagg watched my face as he moved with slow yet deliberate thrusts. The control over my body was non-existent because I came, surprising myself. It hadn't been like the previous times; this had happened so fast, so unexpectedly that I arched my back and wrapped my legs around Tagg's waist to hold him in place. The plug in my ass provided additional sensations, additional pleasure I had never imagined. And my nipples, oh, they lit me up! While I could do nothing but succumb to the pleasure, he worked me harder, pushing me into a second orgasm where I screamed his name. I had no idea that was even possible. Before my inner muscles stopped pulsing, Tagg came with a roar, filling me not only with his thick cock, but with rope after rope of his seed.

I lay sated and replete on the table, eyes closed, a silly smile on my lips, my palms cupping my swollen breasts. I couldn't prevent the smile, it seemed to accompany every orgasm.

Tagg pulled out and I felt his hot seed seeping from me. Garrett moved to take his place and grabbed my ankles. At some point he'd undone his pants, and his cock jutted out as if it knew where it wanted to go. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and my eyes widened in surprise. As he kept his hands there, he pushed into me all the way. Tagg's thick seed made filling me easier, although the plug made it an extremely tight fit. The wet sound of fucking filled the small room.

I didn't think it was possible, but I wanted to come again. I
needed
it.

"Garrett, please!" I begged.

The angle of his entry had him nudging someplace deep inside me never found before. I tossed my head back and groaned.

"Right there, is it?" he said, voice rough like gravel.

I nodded my head, bumping against the table top.

He pulled back, slid over that special place again. It was my undoing. I came again, hard, if not harder than before, the angle of his penetration so much more direct, so much deeper with my legs positioned so high.

After my pleasure receded, I just laid there, letting Garrett fuck me as he wanted, not that I'd had any choice before. He'd given me my pleasure - they both had - and I wanted to let him find his. He slapped a hand down on the table, my legs bending even closer to my head as he thrust deep one last time, a roar escaping his mouth as his seed filled me.

Anger at my punishment was hard to maintain when the men left me so well pleasured.