Free Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) by Vanessa Vale

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