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

absolute delirium that came from what the men did to me.
    And so I burst into tears. Again. Covering my face with my hand, I couldn't control the confusion that these men had brought about. I felt strong arms wrap around me and hold me securely. I could tell by scent alone that it was Garrett. He whispered in my ear words I couldn't hear through my tears, but they were comforting all the same.
    Once my tears had run out, he asked, "Now, what's bothering you so?" His large hand cupped the back of my head as he tilted me back to look up at him. His pale eyes were concerned.
    "I'm not usually one to cry like this," I shared.
    "No, of course not. I would assume having two husbands quite an adjustment," Garrett added. "Now, tell me what's got you so upset?"
    "I'm a good girl!" I said, wiping my tear stained cheeks.
    "Of course you are," Tagg told me from where he sat at the foot of the bed.
    I shook my head. "No. No, I'm not. Good girls don't find pleasure in what you did to me."
    "Yes, they do," he countered.
    "No. What you did, what you've both been doing to me is so...so carnal...so indecent."
    "It's carnal, no question about that," Garrett added. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, which proved he was real. Flesh and blood. "It's not indecent, Sarah. You're married. You're our wife, the center of our world now. What we do to you is not indecent in the slightest."
    "That's supposed to bring me comfort?" I queried.
    "If that does not bring you resolution, then consider this. You don't decide whether anything we do to you is indecent or not. It's our decision what we do, not yours. Your choice is whether you will find pleasure where we offer it." Tagg stood, grabbed women's clothes from the pile Garrett had brought. The combination of burly man and ladies things reminded me of how virile he was.
    "Like you did just now?" I asked.
    "A perfect example," Tagg replied. "Your ass was going to be fucked with the plug whether you enjoyed it or not. I was going to eat your pussy whether you liked it or not. It is most obvious your body finds immense pleasure when your brain disengages."
    His words were logical, however I had to consider them. "And the plug?" I asked tentatively.
    "It stays put," Garrett murmured. "Are you ready to dress?"
    The idea of clothes was highly appealing. "Yes, please."
    Garrett easily lifted me off his lap. When I stood, I felt the plug lodged within me. It filled me similarly to when one of them...fucked me. This was constant, and it was in my...ass. I couldn't close up entirely and the feeling of being stretched open, albeit only a small amount, was distracting. I clenched down, but to no avail. Standing comfortably required an adjustment to my stance just as Garrett had said; hips tilted, back arched. Unfortunately, it thrust my breasts forward and when I did so, both men were apt to look at me there.
    "Turn around," Tagg requested.
    I did and faced Garrett. Tagg reached around my middle, circling a corset about me. As he began adjusting it and tightening the stays, Garrett lowered his head and kissed me. Deeply. His tongue entered my mouth and explored and I couldn't help but touch my tongue to his. I didn't know what to do, but was learning quickly beneath their tutelage. Even as Tagg tugged at my back or when his hands came around to shift and position the corset, Garrett continued the kiss. I felt it...everywhere. How did a kiss make my pussy pulse? How did it make me involuntarily clench down on the plug? How did it make my nipples tighten. I could feel them against my--
    Wait. I was wearing a corset but I felt the cool air on my nipples. Pulling back from Garrett's mouth, I looked down. I was wearing a corset, it was snug around my middle, yet it did not cover my breasts. They were lifted and supported well, but they thrust out in a very obscene manner. I wasn't overly endowed, but I still looked indecent.
    Garrett placed a finger over my lips to silence me. How did he even recognize that I was