Innocent Immigrant: Mail Order Bride: Ménage Marriage (Colonial New Zealand Romance Book 1)

by Jax Lusty

  “Please,” she sobbed, “I can’t.”

  “You can, and you will.” I smacked her again, more gentle this time but over a well-reddened spot of her bottom that would reignite the heat that simmered there. As I waited, I felt the lift of her hips despite her tears. Her musky scent was stronger now, and I felt Ari’s eyes on me. I nodded to him.

  Ari sat himself on the floor near her head. Her hair was loose, and he took it from her face and rubbed a thumb through her tears. “Count for us, dear Katie, you’re nearly there.”

  Her chest was heaving, and again her hips lifted, asking for more, then settled to push deep against my hard cock. I was certain she had little idea what she was doing, but her natural instinct was close to perfection.

  “One.”

  It was barely a whisper, more an exhalation, but it was enough. I smacked her again, and she uttered a soft moan. It was a sound of desire rather than pain. With all her provocation, I was curious as to whether she was asking for more. Wanting something deeper that some women needed, even though she likely had little idea of what her need was.

  “Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her buttock before giving her another slap.

  She buried her head in Ari’s lap.

  “Two,” she said. The word was almost driven into his cock. Her pelvis forced against mine was torturous, and it must have been as difficult for Ari, feeling her hot breath over his hard prick. He’d wound his hand through her loose hair and held her firmly in place.

  “Another one, sweetheart?” he asked her.

  I saw the small movement of her head, felt the press of her against me, and Ari nodded at my raised hand.

  She cried out at the next slap and her thighs parted, one foot slipping to the side. I shifted slightly right, the new view giving me a glimpse of her exposed cunny. The hair there was as red and fiery as that on her head, darkened and curled only by the moisture that glistened on her swollen lips.

  Two slaps to go, and I knew exactly where to place them. It would shock her, but my instincts told me they would serve her well. Without pausing for her counting, I delivered two swift smacks between her legs over her puffy lips.

  She stiffened and shuddered and let out a long groan. She hadn’t climaxed but had experienced a powerful surge of desire. I ran my fingers lightly over her lips, petting her as Ari soothed her with his words.

  “Do it,” he mouthed at me.

  I slipped one finger in between her slick folds and felt her jerk and settle. I ran it up to her hard nub and circled lightly.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her voice was breathy, without a trace of anger or fear.

  “I’m showing you the sweet side of a spanking, Katie. You really don’t deserve it, but I believe we have until morning to convince you that staying with us will be a mutually pleasing experience.”

  Ari continued to stroke her hair and neck, and I noticed one hand shifting to the buttons at the top of her dress.

  “Lie still, and let me do this for you.”

  I knew we could both distract her and overwhelm her so that she wouldn’t find the wherewithal to protest. Hell, we’d done it to the seasoned whores in Auckland’s busiest brothels, turning their cynicism to compliance within half our bought time. I increased the pressure around her clit, and she bucked her hips, releasing a small moan. I slid a finger down to her cunt and found the evidence of her intact virginity. My cock was unbearably hard, begging to dive into her hot tunnel, but that would have to wait. I would not take her until we were wed. Giving her pleasure, however, was an entirely different matter.

  I held my finger at her entrance while I flicked her hard nub with my thumb. My mouth watered at the thought of pleasuring her with my tongue, but that would certainly be too much for her to contend with at this time.

  Her clit swelled, and her moans grew louder and huskier. A quick glance showed me Ari had bared her breasts, and he played with her taut nipples in the same manner I played between her legs. Impulse made her push against my finger, and I slipped it inside her a small way. Her cunny was tight, so she would have much to bear when I finally took her with my prick. I made tiny circles at a similar pace to my thumb.

  “Are you okay, there, Katie?”

  Her response was a mix of the guttural sound she made and her seeking hips. Ari twisted her head and sought her mouth, and although I had the sweet wet spot between her legs, I was envious. I hadn’t taken a kiss from her, and I wanted her hot wet mouth against me. My frustration made me push a finger all the way inside her, and my friend caught her whine between his lips.

  Her pussy clamped onto me, and by God, it was wet and hot. I moved my finger a little, not wanting to stretch her too much because when I took her virginity as her husband, it would be with my prick. I circled her clit harder, her hips thrusting upwards to meet me in a convincing manner.

  “Too easy, sweetheart,” I muttered as I slapped a hand back onto her bottom and held her pressed tight against my cock. “No moving now, you take what I want to give you.”

  A louder cry escaped her as I held her fast and played her clit like a banjo. How she struggled to move, to escape and to ask for more that way women do when their climax nears.

  “Good girl, give it up for us...let yourself go.”

  Ari pulled off her mouth and ducked beneath her to take a nipple between his lips. Katie let out a wail, and I gently eased my finger out, then pushed carefully again through the narrow perforation at her entrance until my finger nestled deep inside her. I could barely hold her in place, and I marvelled at the strength of such a slight creature when she was overwhelmed with lust. I felt she was near to coming, so I slid my finger out of her, removed my thumb from her clit and gave her a stinging slap over her mons.

  She screamed and jerked, and I slapped her again. This was what she wanted, and she thrust her hips towards me, asking for more.

  “You like that, sweetheart? Your little cunny loves the sting of my hand?”

  “More...please?”

  I placed my hand firmly against her cunt, pinning her to me. “Ask me properly, and I’ll give you what you need.”

  “Please, help me...”

  The poor girl didn’t even know the words to ask for what she wanted. What a treasure. “Ask me, Katie. Say, ‘Please, Griff, smack my wet cunt and make me come.’”

  The words came out muffled, between moans as Ari pulled on her tits. It was an honest effort, and I was happy enough with her response.

  I slapped her twice more in quick succession, then pushed a finger inside her just in time to feel the first contraction of her release. I circled her clit with my thumb as she finished her climax and tried to pull away. It was a short-lived orgasm, probably her first time, but I knew it was intense for her.

  Katie fell limp across my thighs, and I spent the next minute playing with her wet lips, drawing the occasional jerk and spasm from her. When her breathing had returned to normal, I closed her drawers and lowered her skirt.

  “Find a blanket, Ari, and settle on the sofa. She’ll need some care.”

  Ari returned quickly with a light blanket, and I stood, taking Katie with me and lowering her into his lap. He drew the blanket around her and pulled her against his chest, where she curled into him. Ari rocked and soothed her, and I went to the kitchen to boil the kettle for some tea.

  CHAPTER 7

  ARI

  Katie was perfect, of that there was no doubt. She fit so neatly into me as she lay curled on my lap. For her, it had been an emotional evening, especially after what I would guess to have been her first experience of an orgasm. Griff and I both understood what a powerful and shocking thing that could be.

  Soon Griff returned with tea and some sweet biscuits. He went to the liquor cabinet and added a small dash of brandy to Katie’s tea before I sat her up.

  She couldn’t look either of us in the eye, and I was sorry for her embarrassment after such a beautiful and natural act.

  “Drink up, sweethear
t, it will revive you.” I took the teacup to her lips, and with her eyes still downcast, she took a sip of tea.

  “Thank you. It tastes unusual.”

  “That’ll be the brandy. Here, have a biscuit.” I let her finish eating before I spoke again.

  “Katie, don’t be embarrassed about what happened; you were perfect. What’s more, what you experienced was an orgasm, and many women go through life without knowing such delight. Through either their own greedy desire to rush the sex act or a simple lack of knowledge, their husbands are unable to give them that sort of pleasure. It’s a gift that you should embrace.”

  She met my gaze with her pretty green eyes. Her defiance had softened, and it was a sweeter side of her I saw.

  “Why did that happen to me when I was being punished?” she asked.

  “Because we wanted to show you we are just as concerned with your pleasure as we are with your discipline. If we had left you alone tonight after punishing you, I suspect you might have run again in the morning. Is that what you want to do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Griff crouched down and cradled her face. “Do you want to stay here, be married, and live with Ari and me as our wife?”

  She hesitated. “It...it seems so wrong, in the eyes of our Lord.”

  “Not according to Pastor Mackay, who will marry us. And more importantly, not in our opinion, which is what matters most.”

  “Surely our actions as Christians, following the simple guidelines set out in the Bible, are what matters most?”

  “Do you think your God put you on this earth to endure a loveless marriage of hardship with an abusive drunk, as would have been your situation had you wed Sid Watson?”

  She was silent, not yet convinced of the comfort in the life we offered. I certainly wished there was an easy way to turn her mind to make that decision, but for now my concern was keeping her here for the night.

  “Katie, look at me.” When I had her focus, I continued. “It’s time for us all to go to bed. You can remain in your bed because the doors will be locked, and the keys removed. Don’t try to run. Do you understand?” The reason I didn’t insist she spend the night with Griff or me was that personally I knew I wouldn’t get a minute’s rest with her in my bed. Not that I would touch her, but the idea of her lying alongside me would be enough to ensure my night would be without sleep. I doubted Griff’s resolve was any stronger than my own, and I suspected he would call me to his room tonight to deal with the pressing matter in his trousers.

  “Please, don’t worry. I don’t want to be out in the night alone,” she said. Outside, a morepork called, and she shivered in my arms. “What is that creature?”

  “It’s a monster that pecks through the flesh of innocent young women foolish enough to wander around Kotuku on their own, and steals their souls.”

  “You’re frightening me. I won’t sleep knowing that it’s outside my window.”

  Griff laughed. “It’s a bird, my love, an owl known locally as a ruru or a morepork. The one you hear lives in our garden. If you’re lucky, Ari may be able to show it to you in the morning. You’ll see how tiny, beautiful and harmless it is.”

  I shifted her to her feet. “Let’s get you off to bed.”

  ~oOo~

  Griff and I settled Katie in bed, each seeking a goodnight kiss before leaving her to rest. She responded with a hesitancy that turned to tender sweetness, swelling my cock.

  Griff was in the bathroom when I went through the house, snuffing the lamps and checking the doors and windows were locked. We decided not to lock Katie’s bedroom door in an attempt to show her we trusted her, which in turn might help cultivate a reciprocal confidence in us.

  As I passed his bedroom door, Griff called to me. Inside his room, I drank in the sight of him sitting naked on the edge of his bed, his beautiful cock standing stiff.

  I hardened fully, knowing exactly what he wanted although I waited for his instruction.

  He pointed to the floor between his spread thighs. “On your knees, Ari.”

  I hurriedly stripped, tossing my clothes in a pile, feeling the instant relief at having my cock freed. Kneeling between his thighs, I felt the wiry hair of his legs as he pressed them against my sides to keep me in place. The tip of his cock glistened, and I ducked my head to swipe my tongue across it, enjoying the sharp taste of his salty lubrication.

  Griff groaned and took a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, Ari, I’ve been ready to explode since that little minx wriggled and pushed so deliciously on my cock when she lay across my lap. I don’t think she had any idea what she was doing.”

  His breath heaved as he forced my head down over his prick. In an instant, he pushed at the back of my throat, and I worked my tongue, flat and firm, against the underside of his cock. I pressed against the pulsing thick vein that ran like a proud scar up the side of a tree, eliciting a grunt from him.

  “God, yes. Have you thought what it will be like, fucking Katie’s lovely little mouth?”

  He pulled my head off him as he asked the question, looking deep into my eyes before dipping down to claim a hard, passionate kiss. When he broke the kiss, he pushed his hand roughly through my hair.

  “Get on the bed, right on the edge, face down, knees to your chest.”

  I didn’t need his instructions—it was our favourite position—but I was happy for him to take charge. I still had difficulty instigating sex with him, although I suspect Griff had enjoyed other men in his past. He took my shame away, that dark place within my mind that made me feel like a worthless half-caste, belonging to neither Māori nor Pākehā society. And if either society knew of my consort with another man, I would be ostracised to the point where I don’t think I would want to live.

  We both enjoyed the sex act with each other, but our preference was to be together sharing a woman, and to date we had never had a complaint from any partner we’d bedded.

  Griff was moving behind me, and I heard the rub of wood on wood as he retrieved from his bedside cabinet drawer the jar of ointment we used for lubrication. Standing with his back to me, he was as magnificent as he appeared facing me with a willing prick and desire on his face. His buttocks were lean and muscled, his legs long, his back broad.

  “Get in position, Ari.”

  I’d lingered, enjoying the view of him moving around the room, naked. I turned now as asked, kneeling on the bed, my head buried in the quilt that smelled so potently of him.

  “I’m going to be rough tonight so that I can be gentle with Katie when the time arrives to make her ours. Is that okay with you?”

  I turned my head, my cheek flat against the bed and nodded.

  “But I’ll take much delight in preparing you. Here we go, relax here”—he circled my tight ring with his finger— “and let me in.”

  His finger rubbing around my anus caused my cock to jump. I reached for it, but Griff grabbed my wrist and took it up by my head.

  “Not too fast, Ari. You’ll touch your cock when I say you can, and not before.”

  Inside, I trembled at his words. This was the best way: Griff in charge so that I had no option but to follow his request. His finger probing my opening was delicious, and I groaned.

  “That’s the way; let me take care of you.” His voice was softer now, loaded with desire.

  His finger dipped inside an inch, twisting and pushing deeper.

  “You’re lovely and ready tonight, Ari. Have you been thinking about this today?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Good, that makes me even harder for you knowing that while Katie rested in the house, you went about your work with the horses thinking about my cock buried deep in your arse. I bet your prick was stiff. Do you think any of the men noticed the tight lump in your trousers? Two fingers now.”

  He didn’t ease them in this time, instead pushing deep, stretching me and causing that faint burn that obliterated the pleasurable tingling I’d been enjoying. I huffed his name, hoping he’d go a little easier.
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  He bent over my back, his hot chest covering me perfectly. I felt the nip of his teeth at the junction where my neck met my shoulder, then his mouth up by my ear. “I told you I was going to be rough. You can take it for me, Ari. Take it for Katie. I’m so ready to fuck you. It’s going to hurt a bit, just how you like it; then I’ll make you feel good. Is that what you want?”

  “Fuck, yes, fuck me please, Griff.”

  As I begged, Griff drew his fingers out of my arse. There was a brief delay, and I recognised the sound of him coating his cock with more slippery ointment. I’d watched him do that often enough, and now the image came to my mind of his dark, glistening cock. With that, I felt the thick head against my barely prepared ring. I tensed, and Griff moved his hand, which had been firmly holding my shoulder and shifted it down to my buttocks.

  He spread me with one hand, the other on his cock, helping him push inside. “Don’t tense, my love, you’re making it worse for yourself.”

  I needed the pain to remind me how wrong this was, but still I wanted him to be easy on me. “Slow...slow,” I whimpered, the sting rising from tiny pinpricks around my hole to shooting needles of pain that ran like the spokes of a wagon wheel from the hub of my arse.

  “Uh-uh, not tonight. Let me into your beautiful arse. Think about how Katie will feel when we take her there the first time, hmm?”

  With that, he gave a rough shove of his hips, and the head of his cock breached me. I was panting, sweat dripping down my face from my temples, and I bit into the quilt to keep my cry muffled. Griff never pulled back and teased that way he often did, driving me almost to delirium, but continued to fill me as quick as my tight muscles allowed.

  “Only one direction until I’m buried in you.”

  He inched further in, pulling an anxious cry from me.

  “Nearly there...are you okay?”

  I grunted in response. I was more than okay, even with the fear and the pain.

  “There, I knew you could take it like this...there we are.” He gave a final nudge and his balls rested against me, my prick desperate for some touch of its own. “You did good, Ari.” His breathing was ragged, and in a few seconds he gave another shove as if he just couldn’t get deep enough inside. Then he lay still, covering my neck and shoulders with kisses, making a tender moment out of one that had been dominated by discomfort.