"Do the nipple rings hurt?" I asked, pointing to her chest. Her breasts were larger than mine, but she wore the same corset and blouse style that I wore.
She glanced down at herself, relieved by the less intrusive question. I had many, but this seemed the most obvious to ask. Besides, I was curious.
"After our wedding night, Davis did this." Her fingers came up to flick one ring, making it swing. "It's his claim on me. Did they hurt?" she repeated my question. "When he did it, yes. He discovered how sensitive my nipples are, and knew they’d be even more sensitive with these. It took time for them to heal and then it was a challenge to keep from playing with them while they did so. During that time, he pleasured me in other ways. It was then that we found out how much I enjoyed being taken by other men while he watched. It is something Davis finds appealing as well. All of it - my nipples, the ranch hands, Davis' control - it is unbelievably pleasurable."
I remembered how I came from just playing with my own nipples, and I shifted my hips at the idea of having hoops that swung and shifted at all times. The idea was quite arousing.
"I have two husbands," I blurted out. My hand flew up to cover my lips.
Olivia stared at me for a moment, then laughed. "Does that hurt?"
I paused, then started laughing as well. I quickly realized that I was just as much an oddity to her as she was to me. I took two men at once. Only in my mouth and pussy, but soon enough, my pussy and ass. I doubted by the proprietary words of her husband that she had ever taken two men simultaneously.
"No, it's u
nbelievably pleasurable." I used her same words.
We smiled at each other, and I knew I'd found a friend. The men came in then, disrupting us. Oh, how I wished I had more time to talk with her. Another woman, besides Devney, was a novelty and I hadn't known what I'd been missing before now.
"We should be going, Sarah. Davis wishes for Olivia to rest," Tagg said. Standing there, I took a moment to savor how handsome he was. Garrett, too. Both men doted on me and I felt like...theirs.
Olivia stood as I did. Davis went to stand by his wife and we said our goodbyes. As we rode off in the wagon, I considered how Olivia relished in the surprising things Davis had demanded of her. She wasn't ashamed by it, and he didn't shame her. He clearly loved her.
Love. Did Garrett and Tagg do all the things they do to me because they loved me?
CHAPTER TEN
TAGG
While Sarah was inside with Olivia, Garrett and I spoke with Davis about what she witnessed when we'd arrived. It wasn't something we could shield her from; we couldn't just cover her eyes like a small child. What she saw wasn't a typical sexual scenario; the couple had unusual needs they fulfilled in each other. Was Sarah wise enough in her sexual education to see that? She'd only lost her maidenhead a few days ago. Could she recognize the complexities of baser needs? Would she now begin to question Garrett and I claiming her together? The answer would only come in time.
She was quiet on the ride home, yet I was comforted to have her between us, just where she should be. The sun had lowered considerably behind us, and the vast openness of the prairie stretched before as us. Trees formed a curvy line in the distance, indicating the path of the creek. The wind blew across the tall grass making a soft rustling sound along with the plodding of the horses' hooves. We were all alone.
We'd promised her a good fuck on the way home and I wasn't going to shy away from it because she might be having doubts. Pulling back gently on the reins, I stopped the horses. Garrett eyed me over the top of Sarah's head and gave a slight nod. Tying off the reins, I hopped down as Sarah looked to me, confusion marring her smooth brow.
"What--"
"You're going to get good and fucked, just like we promised."
I saw the excitement and heat in her eyes as I grabbed her about the waist and lifted her easily down.
"Do you like it when we take you from behind?" I asked, my voice rough. Garrett stepped down from the wagon and joined us, our two bodies looming over her, blocking out the sun.
She gulped, but I could see her pulse thrumming in her neck.
"Yes, Tagg."
"Good. Go to the back of the wagon."
She did as I bid and watched as Garrett undid the latch and lowered the back wall, letting it hang down beneath the bed. Reaching in, Garrett grabbed an old quilt we kept there. He placed it at the edge, smoothed it out.
"Lean forward, baby," Garrett told her.
Sarah glanced between the two of us and wet her lips. Without saying a word, she obeyed. The height of the wagon was perfect for her size; she was able to keep her feet on the ground as her body rested on the blanket.
"I want you to close your eyes, Sarah. Don't open them. I want you to figure out who's going to be fucking you first," I told her. "Just feel."
Instead of shutting her eyes, she turned her face down into the soft blanket and scrunched it within her fingers, her hands right at either side of her face. She could breathe, but not see.