by Marla Monroe
“I’m going to go put up the chickens so I can watch the house while you milk.” Garrett left Brice struggling to milk the cow.
Brice walked out with a half-full bucket of milk and a pained expression on his face. Garrett frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“My fucking hands are cramping.”
Garrett struggled not to laugh at his friend. Brice must have been able to tell, because he scowled at him. He followed him into the house, staying well away from the swinging bucket of milk.
“Ronnie?” Garrett called as soon as they walked inside.
“I’m right here.”
Her voice came from the kitchen area. He slipped off his boots and peeked around the door of the laundry/utility room. She sat at the kitchen table with several pieces of paper strewn around in front of her. He could hear the tears in her voice.
“I’ll be right there, baby. I’m going to wash my hands.” He turned on the water in the utility sink and cornered Brice before he could walk in. “She’s upset. Let her be for a few minutes.”
“I’ll just stick the milk in the cellar then come back up and wash my hands,” he whispered back.
He disappeared down the stairs leading to the cellar as Garrett walked into the kitchen. He could see her bent over the table, but she wasn’t doing anything. He wanted to go to her but figured she needed a few seconds to calm down. No doubt she’d been crying all the time they were outside.
“You might as well come on over and have a seat. I’m not going to calm down anytime soon,” she finally groused.
Garrett walked up behind her and bent over and kissed the top of her head, then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her. She leaned back into his arms. It felt good to know she felt safe with him. A few seconds later, Brice walked in and looked at them. He lifted an eyebrow as if to ask if it was okay to come in. Garrett just nodded.
“We got everything done, so we’re ready to call it a night whenever you are, Ronnie.” Brice took a seat across from her.
Garrett leaned over and tilted her chin upward so he could kiss her. He gave her a gentle, loving kiss. No tongue, all lips, and plenty of emotion. Then he looked at the papers scattered around the table and blinked.
They looked like original bills of sale. Yet they were more than that. They were works of art. She’d written the sale up, and then decorated around it as if it were a certificate or something. They looked so real he had a hard time believing they weren’t.
“My God!” Brice said, staring at the papers as well. “They’re perfect, but, baby, we only need one.”
“I couldn’t get it right. If I was going to sell myself, I wanted it to be perfect, and I can’t get it right.”
Garrett walked around to the other side of the table and sat down, but he took hold of her hand. He took the pen out of her hand and sat it down.
“Ronnie, they’re all works of art. Let me show you what I’m going to do. I’m going to put one of these in our files we have up in the bedroom and the other one, I’m going to fold it up and put it in my billfold so I’ll always have you with me.”
“Oh, Garrett. That’s so sappy.” She giggled through the tears.
It was what he wanted, to see her smile again. He knew this was tough on her, but they didn’t have a choice unless they moved, and that still wasn’t out of the question yet.
“You’re sure it will be okay?” she asked.
“It says exactly what it needs to say, baby,” Brice told her.
“Okay, I think I’m going to take a bath and then go to bed. I’m really tired.” She stood up and headed toward the stairs.
“I’ll bring up a bucket of hot water for you,” Garrett called out.
He grabbed one of the buckets and filled it with water before sitting it on the stove and turning it on high.
“I’m going to put one of these in my wallet as well. I feel like a bastard with it, though,” Brice confessed.
“I do, too, but I also like knowing it’s there because it means no one is going to take her away from us.”
“We hope.” Brice folded up the bill of sale and stuck it in his wallet. Then he took all the other evidence of her work and walked into the other room.
“What are you doing?” Garrett asked as he followed Brice.
“I’m going to burn these so no one knows she made them.” He threw the wadded-up mess into the fireplace, then set a match to it.
Garrett watched it burn with Brice. Then he went and checked the water on the stove. It seemed warm enough for a hot summer night, so he carted it upstairs for Ronnie’s bath.
He found her sitting in the cold water with her legs drawn up to her chin. She looked up and smiled at him.
“Watch the toes, it’s hot,” he warned her as he slowly added the water to the bath. “Do I need to slow down?”
“Nope, it feels good. Thanks, Garrett. I’m sorry I’m being such a baby about this. It just hurts to know that I’m just a piece of meat to men now.”
“Honey, I prefer to think of you as a beautiful woman whom I love very much and who means the world to me. You are more precious than anything I have ever owned. I feel privileged to be allowed to take care of you.”
She smiled again and reached for him. He knelt beside the tub and leaned in to kiss her. Ronnie curled her hands into his hair and pulled him closer so that their foreheads met. She took his lips with a kiss then sucked his bottom lip inside of her mouth. He groaned as she ran her tongue all around it.
When she pulled away he felt the loss. Garrett leaned back on his knees and watched as she leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes.
“Garrett?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you and Brice to make love to me tonight—together.”
“You know we’d love to, Ronnie, but why tonight?” he asked.
“Because if you are going to own me, I want to feel both of you inside of me, possessing me.”
“Aw, honey. We love you so much. Don’t let this change how you feel about us or yourself. You’re no different than you ever are.”
“I know, but I need you, both of you, with me tonight.”
“We’ll take good care of you. Want me to scrub your back?” he asked.
“Naw, I’m just going to soak for a while.”
Garrett stood up and started to walk away, but she stopped him.
“Take the lamp with you, Garrett. I want to soak in the dark. It feels so peaceful like this.”
“I’m afraid you’ll fall when you get out, baby.”
“I won’t. Please?”
“Only if you promise to call one of us to come get you with the lamp when you’re ready to come downstairs.” Garrett waited for her to answer him.
“Okay, I promise.”
“Good girl. I’ll be in the living room waiting on you.”
Garrett took one last look at her beautiful body soaking in the tub and wished he could give her what she wanted more than anything in the world, her freedom.
Chapter Fourteen
Ronnie felt so much more relaxed by the time the water grew cool. She sat up then climbed out of the tub in the dark. She held on to the counter and searched for her towel. Once she’d found it, she dried off and slipped on the sandals she had brought in the bathroom with her. She had promised Garrett she would call when she was ready to come down. Part of her wanted to rebel, but the other part of her reminded her that it wasn’t their fault, and they really didn’t see her as a possession.
She drew in a couple of deep breaths and let them out slowly. She needed to put it behind her because she was upsetting the men. She walked to the edge of the bathroom and called out.
“I’m ready whenever someone wants to come get me.”
“I’ll be right up,” Brice’s voice called back.
She smiled to herself. Brice would insist on holding her hand. Of course, Garrett would probably have carried her down. He liked holding her like that. The truth be known, she liked
it when he held her. She felt safe. She liked to hold Brice’s hand. She felt loved.
“There you are.” Brice was totally naked carrying the lamp. “You ready to go downstairs, or did you need anything in the bedroom first?”
“I’m ready.”
They walked down the stairs together with Brice holding her hand. When they arrived in the living room, Garrett was also nude and had changed the sheets on the bed on the floor. He had two lamps lit around the room so that it fairly glowed a golden hue.
“It’s pretty with the lamps on like this.”
“I thought so, too. Plus, I want to see you when you come,” Garrett confessed.
“Lay back on the mattress, baby,” Brice instructed.
She relaxed back on the mattress and waited for whatever they decided to do next. She felt safe in their hands. She knew they would never hurt her or allow anyone to hurt her.
Brice shouldered his way between her legs and blew across her pussy. It was damp already from just the thought of taking both of them into her body at one time. Garrett had played with her plenty of times, but never fucked her in the ass before. She was a little scared, but mostly of the unknown.
“You’re so beautiful, Ronnie,” Garrett told her as he lay down next to her.
He reached over and brushed the back of his hand across her nipples. She shivered, unable to stop it. The sensation traveled all over her body. When he leaned in and licked across one of them she moaned. Brice chose that moment to lick her pussy lips. She shivered again and knew this was going to be one of those times she was going to come apart when they took her.
She swallowed as Brice spread her cunt wide and tongued her deeply. He licked her from top to bottom and then delved inside of her with his tongue stiffened like a cock. She moaned. Brice inserted two fingers and began finger-fucking her. When he licked over her clit, she reached down to grab his head and hold him there, but Garrett held her back.
“No, baby. Let him have you. I want these pretty breasts where I can get to them.” He pulled on her nipples until she lifted her chest to relieve some of the pull. It didn’t really hurt, just burned.
He leaned in then and sucked on the offended nipple until she was lifting her breast again to try and shove more of her tit into his mouth. He released that nipple only to go and suck in the other one. Ronnie wanted to scream for him to pinch them, bite them, do something. He was only teasing her, and she wasn’t in the mood for teasing. She wanted action.
Brice surprised her by stroking his fingers over her G-spot. She hissed out a yes in pleasure as he did it again and again. Then he stopped and sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and teased them with his tongue.
“Please, someone fuck me. I can’t stand all this teasing. I want to come.”
“Patience, baby,” Brice said with a smile in his voice. “We want this to be good for you.”
“It’s good, it’s good. Please,” she repeated.
Garrett twisted her nipple and bit on the other one. She moaned and bowed her back at the pleasure-pain that suffused her body.
“Brice, she’s ready for more.” Garrett stretched out beside her.
“Just a minute, Garrett. I have to feel her come on my face.”
Ronnie whimpered in need at this. She wanted to come no matter how she did it. She tried to tilt her pelvis to rub her clit over Brice’s face. He chuckled and placed a hand on her pelvis to keep her still.
The sensation of his tongue licking all around her clit without touching it drove her crazy. She was crying now, she was in so much need.
“Please, Brice.”
He curled his fingers and stroked heavily over her hot spot as he nipped at her clit, sending red-hot shards of electricity coursing through her body all at once. She screamed and came so hard she thought her ears would explode with ringing.
“That’s it, baby. Give me that sweet cum.” Brice licked her cunt over and over, only making her climax go on and on until she tried to pull him away from her.
“Climb over on top of me, baby,” Garrett said. He helped her roll over and away from Brice’s questing tongue.
She climbed over him and lowered herself onto his thick cock an inch at a time. He was so large, she couldn’t just plop down without giving her body time to adjust. She moaned as she slowly took him in. His eyes closed and he threw his head back as she engulfed him in her hot cunt made slick with her pussy juices.
Once she had taken all of him in, she began to move up and down on his dick. She couldn’t be still. He felt too good inside of her. She loved being filled. After a few seconds of fucking Garrett, Brice pushed down on her back until she was lying on top of Garrett. He kissed both cheeks of her ass before laying two swift swats to them. She groaned. It sent shivers down her back with Garrett’s cock inside of her.
Brice squeezed something on her ass that was cold and felt like jelly. She knew it would be lube. He rubbed it around her back hole, then slowly pushed inward as she pushed out. His finger popped in without any trouble. He pushed it all the way to the last knuckle, then pulled it back, out only to do it again. He did this several times before adding a second finger. She felt this one burn a bit when he pushed through her tight ring. Then he was fucking her with them all the way up to his knuckles. He slid them in and out over and over again. Finally, he pulled them out and squeezed more lube inside of her before fitting the head of his cock at her back door.
Ronnie knew it would hurt at first, but she wasn’t prepared for the burn. She cried out, and he stopped.
“Push out, Ronnie. It will only burn for a few seconds if you push out.”
He began to push in again, and this time she took a deep breath and pushed out. He popped inside of her and stopped to let her adjust. She panted until Garrett took her mouth with a kiss. He whispered sweet words in her ear until she began to breathe easier.
“There you go, baby,” Brice said. He pulled out a little ways then pushed in again, gaining ground as he did. Over and over he pulled out and pushed in until he was all the way inside of her.
Ronnie moaned when he began slowly to fuck her. As he pulled out, Garrett pushed farther in. Then they switched, and while Brice pushed in, Garrett pulled out. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and let them control the pace. She was helpless to do anything. All she could do was feel. Nerve endings in her ass came alive. The push and pull between the men rubbed her in so many different places that normally didn’t get stimulated. She felt crammed full of cock.
“Oh, God. This feels so good,” she finally managed to get out.
“What do you need, baby?” Brice asked in a strained voice.
“I need you to move faster, harder, something. I’m on fire.”
They picked up the pace, and soon she was slamming down on Garrett then pushing back on Brice as hard as she could. The burn was more pleasure than she thought she could handle. Much more and she would die. They pummeled her over and over in every part of her body. When she thought she would explode, Brice reached around and pinched her clit between his finger and thumb and sent her spiraling out of control. She screamed as she came harder than she ever had.
Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew they had come as well, but for a few brief seconds, she couldn’t think, or see, or hear. For a brief moment, she must have passed out, because the last thing she remembered was that the room seemed to be glowing around her.
* * * *
“Is she okay?” Brice asked, worried when she didn’t answer them.
“She’s fine. She passed out. We done good, Brice.” Garrett grinned.
Brice wasn’t so sure. He needed her to wake up and say something.
“Why are you both staring at me like that?”
“You passed out. I was worried.” Brice leaned in and kissed her.
They were all lying on the mattress on the floor. Garrett had cleaned her up while Brice had cleaned up, and now they were lying there over her, watching her. She looked fine, he decided. Since when had he b
ecome the worrier, while Garrett was the more secure one?
“That was wonderful. I never knew it could be like that.”
“You were wonderful,” Brice told her. “You can’t imagine what that feels like to us.”
“I felt so connected to both of you at the same time. I loved it. I felt whole,” Ronnie whispered up to them.
“I love you, baby,” Garrett told her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“I love you, too.” She reached for his hand. Then she reached for Brice’s. “I love you, Brice.”
“I love you, Ronnie. More than anything in this world.” He squeezed her hand.
They rolled over and spooned despite the heat in the house. Ronnie couldn’t remember ever feeling so loved and cared for. She thought she would fall asleep almost immediately but found she was awake long after the men had begun to snore.
She realized she was worried about when the men would come back to get her. She couldn’t help but wonder if they would even listen to Garrett and Brice when they said they owned her. That word stuck in her mind. She hated it, but in order for her to be safe, they had to own her.
She thought about the world and all that had happened to her over the years. Nothing had prepared her for New America and her lot in life as an owned female of two men. Still, she wouldn’t trade places with anyone right now. She loved them, and they her. She was where she needed and wanted to be. If only the gang would leave them alone.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, she drifted off to sleep with thoughts of growing old with her two men floating in her head.
The next morning, they got up and dressed as if nothing was wrong in their world. She gathered the eggs and milked the cow, but Brice stuck by her like a bodyguard while Garrett fed the animals. Then they all worked in the garden picking beans, tomatoes, squash, okra, corn, and peas. Once inside, she put them to work cleaning corn while she shelled peas and beans. They waited until it cooled down to put the vegetables up, since having the stove on only heated the house up more.