11
KING
Three days. We didn’t let her out of my house for that long. She also hadn’t worn clothes in that time either. Well, she’d worn some lacy lingerie and racy kink-wear Wilder had gone out to pick up at the adult store. He liked to pick out shit like that. I liked to take shit like that off her. And to enjoy seeing Sarah in it first.
Crotchless panties. Red satin. Bustiers and corsets. Nipple chains and vibrators. It was all money well spent. And Sarah had accepted it all, done everything we’d asked of her beautifully. Oh, her ass had been spanked several times—she was too sassy on occasion and she wasn’t too thrilled about a vibrating butt plug with a remote control—but otherwise, she’d submitted. And hadn’t once said red.
She’d pretty much had a dick in her while she was awake. Mine was still hard. Three fuck-filled days later.
Wilder had had to return to work this morning, so had Sarah. Cricket and Penny had been helpful and filled in for Sarah at the library—Kady couldn’t take off from the school—their wedding gift to us so we could have those few days as a pseudo-honeymoon. But even though Sarah was back at the library full-time didn’t mean I couldn’t see her. Fortunately, I was my own boss and the small building was quiet when I stopped in. I’d intentionally picked after lunch to see my girl; any school group visit would have happened first thing in the morning and the moms with little kids were back home for nap time.
I’d walked through the doors fifteen minutes ago, stamped my feet on the mat to get the loose snow free. The action had had Sarah looking up from her seat behind the main check-out desk and smiling. She looked fucking hot as a librarian. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her white blouse crisply ironed and buttoned almost all the way to her neck. I remembered how that blouse had been worn last Saturday night, tied at the bottom to hold it closed to cover that slutty bustier.
Yeah, beneath that prim veneer, my girl was a slut for me. A submissive, eager little slut. And she loved it.
And I loved her.
She’d stood as I came over to her, the original wood counter separating us. The library was one of the original Carnegie buildings. Not much had been updated over the years besides carpeting, electric so the building didn’t catch fire and so there was internet for computers, as well as the vintage furnace being modernized. I liked it old. I’d come here as a kid with my mom and it really hadn’t changed at all. Of course, at the time I’d never imagined I’d be married to the librarian.
And as a teenager, I’d never imagined I’d crook my finger and lead that same librarian into the back room to pull the bigger sized butt plug Wilder had put in her ass this very morning and then fucking her. There.
After locking the door, I’d bent her over her small desk, tossed up her skirt and carefully slid the plug from her. Between the plugs and her first ass fucking the night before, her hole was becoming accustomed to being used. This time, when I’d slid in, she’d known to relax and breathe, to allow the lube I’d tucked into my coat pocket and liberally coated her with to do its job.
“Quiet, princess. You don’t want anyone to know you’re getting your ass fucked.”
She whimpered then and her ass clenched down.
“Fuck,” I whispered. She was too tight for me to last and I played with her clit just as she liked to get her off, the clenching and releasing as she came destroyed any ability I could to make it last and I shot her full of my cum. “I can’t wait when Wilder and I take you together. I’ll be nice and deep in your ass, just like this with Wilder cramming that pussy full.”
My hand slapped onto the wooden desk beside her as my balls emptied. The thought of us finally claiming Sarah together destroyed me. It would be the ultimate submission.
She stiffened when the bell over the entry door rang.
Carefully and slowly, I pulled from her, watched as some of my cum slipped out after. Grabbing the plug, I coated it with more lube and worked it back into her. Patting her butt, I smoothed her skirt back down, then helped her to stand.
“The plug will keep all that cum in. I wouldn’t want the town librarian to have all that sliding down her thighs while she’s shelving books.”
I grinned at her sated and slightly dazed expression. She might have just come, but I knew she wasn’t truly sated. One quickie wouldn’t do it for my girl. And the dirty words and plug would keep her hot all day. She’d be jumping me as soon as she got home.
“You’ve got someone out there,” I thumbed over my shoulder. “And I’ve got chores to do. Wilder will be by at closing time to get you.”
I leaned down, gave her a kiss. Realized she had yet to say a word since I arrived. “Be ready, princess. Wilder’s going to want you as much as me.”
I gave her another kiss. “Love you.”
She smiled, slid her hand over her hair. “I love you, too.”
Yeah, that was all she needed to say.
SARAH
“Hi there, can I help you find a—” My words dropped as fast as my smile when I saw who had come in the building.
King had left and I’d taken a minute to tidy up in the tiny private bathroom off the back room. But it hadn’t been someone from Barlow looking for a book to read, but Karl, my half-brother. He’d never read a book in his life, at least not one without pictures.
“Sarah, you’re looking…flushed.”
His beady eyes raked over me. In the bathroom, I’d ensured my hair was neat, my shirt straight, my skirt down. But I couldn’t do anything about the color of my cheeks or the well-satisfied look in my eye. Well, that look was gone with him here, but the flush remained.
“What are you doing here? I thought Montana was too cold for you.”
I turned on my heel, went behind the circulation desk. We looked alike, our hair the same almost-black, our eyes equally dark. Unfortunately, we looked like siblings. Unfortunately, we also looked like our mother. But that was where the similarities ended between us.
Karl was an asshole. Instead of bringing his lunch to school as a kid, he’d stolen a different lunch every day. He’d been in California for high school when I’d gone off to college—my child support money from Aiden Steele ending—and he’d told me he’d only dated rich girls in his class, mooching off of them for rides and food in trade for sex.
I shivered at the thought.
I’d seen him a number of times over the years, too many really, but rarely in Barlow.
He sauntered over to the desk in his three hundred dollar jeans and expensive puffy coat, played with the pencils beside the scrap paper. I wanted to yank them from his manicured fingers, but I’d learned long ago not to show any frustration with him. To not show any emotion at all because he’d feed off it. Just like with our mother.
“I’m in Montana because it’s a quiet time at work,” he replied.
I arched a brow. “You had a job?”
He shrugged, although it was barely noticeable beneath his jacket. “Mother wanted me to join her,” he replied.
“You mean your latest girlfriend dumped you.”
His eyes narrowed in quick anger, but he smiled. Darkly. “She changed the PIN number on her ATM card.”
Meaning, he was broke.
“And Mother? Why would she come here? I thought she had a thing for some yacht salesman.”
He pushed off the counter, went to the seating area and dropped into one of the worn leather chairs. His feet went up onto the coffee table in the middle, melted snow dripping from his shoes onto the wood. Fortunately, it missed the selection of magazines in the center. Grabbing a small towel I used for dusting that was beneath the counter, I stood, rounded it and went over to him. Tossing the towel onto his chest, I crossed my arms, tapped my toe. Waited.
We had a staring contest for all of thirty seconds. I was not cleaning up after him. Finally, he sat up, dropped his feet to the floor and wiped up his mess.
“She had a plan for his son. For you.”
At his words, I subtly put my right hand over my left in front of me to hide my rings. I wasn’t talking about King and Wilder with Karl.
He glanced around the library’s one big room. “He’s better for you than this dump.”
“So she’s what, come here to drag me to California?” I was so frustrated I needed another orgasm—and to be tied down and dominated—to relax and forget. “Where is she, anyway?”
He tossed the towel back at me. I caught it easily as he stood. “Meeting an old friend.”
She had friends here? I couldn’t imagine who that would be. I was just thankful the people in Barlow still liked me after all her shenanigans she’d walked away from. Divorced men. Empty bank accounts. Catty behavior.
No, she wasn’t meeting a friend. She wouldn’t have come to the middle-of-nowhere Montana to visit a long-lost friend. She never came here to visit me.
“She’s broke.” I dropped into one of the chairs at the realization. The press of the butt plug had me squirming, so I stood again.
“It’s not like you’ve got money to give her,” he countered, clearly bitter.
“That’s right, I don’t.” I replied, rattled. “It was good seeing you, but I’ve got work to do.” I went into the back room again, closed the door and slid to the floor. The plug bumped deep into my ass again and I shifted, straightening my legs out and leaning slightly to the side.
I smiled, the plug reminding me of King and what we’d just done to me. My bottom was a little sore, the plug big enough to remember that he’d been there. That he loved me. Wilder, too.
Whatever my mother was up to, I’d get through it. With them. I wasn’t alone anymore.
“It’s too bad we’re all taken. Karl sounds like a real catch!” Cricket said.
We stared at her across the table at the bar.
“Not!”
My sisters laughed. I rolled my eyes. Cricket had come into the library just before closing and invited me to join them for a drink. Penny and Kady were content with water, but wanted to get together. I’d texted Wilder and we agreed I’d drive myself to the Barlow ranch and he would meet me there. Then I’d sent a quick text with Red on the plug and he’d told me okay about removing it and that he was pleased I’d told him.
Now, sitting with my three sisters, I thought of Wilder. Of King. I loved both of them and the secret, dirty sex life we had. Eyeing Kady, Penny and Cricket, I had to guess theirs were just as dirty.
“He’s here for money, then?” Penny asked, taking a sip of her water with lemon.
I shrugged, staring at my white wine. I didn’t drink much and since I was driving, I was nursing this glass. “He’s always gone along with whatever my mother had planned. She’s skilled at making money off people and he’s learned it from her.”
“And you’ve somehow avoided this bad character trait,” Kady pointed out.
I didn’t tell them about the child support because I had no idea what arrangements Aiden Steele had made with their mothers. Cricket had said she’d been abandoned by hers when she was just a baby and grew up in foster care so I had to assume our father had made none with her. She’d also just finished college, working and taking classes for almost six years, so he hadn’t left her a bank account for that either. As for Penny and Kady, they made no mention of any money. It led me to believe that perhaps I was the only daughter he’d known of. While he wouldn’t have won Father Of The Year, I liked to think he’d have supported them in some fashion if he’d known of their existence.
“And yet instead of Karl and my mother, I’m the one with all the money now,” I responded. “I got exactly what my she wanted. Aiden Steele’s ranch.”
“And sisters!” Kady said, reaching out and patting my hand. “We should do a slumber party. Make up for all the years we’ve been apart.”
Penny and Cricket stared at her, eyes wide.
“What?” she asked, grabbing a small pretzel from the bowl in the middle of the high-top table.
“You really think our men are going to let us spend a night away from them?” Penny asked.
Kady pursed her lips. “Good point. Based on the way Cord and Riley went after me when we first met, I’m surprised Sarah’s even here. Or conscious.”
All three swiveled their heads my way.
“I have to work.” That was my only response, which was pretty lame since I didn’t need to work any longer. But Kady worked at the school and so did Cricket at the hospital, because it fulfilled them, no longer because they had to do it to make money. I didn’t want to touch the Steele money. I’d leave it in the bank for my children, for their college.
I flushed, remembering King coming to my work earlier and having his way with me. I clenched my bottom, feeling sore and very empty. Kady was right. I wanted my men and I probably should be catatonic with all the orgasms they gave me. I was insatiable. I’d been in a sex drought for so long, now I wanted it all the time. Good thing my men did, too.
“Speaking of…” I said, sliding from my chair, “I’m going to head out. I’ve got men at home waiting to make me unconscious.”