Pearl's Possession

by Lee Savino

  After spending himself, Cash came out of my mouth with a pop. "You'll do this for us every night if you say yes, Pearl. Every time I snap my fingers, you'll be on your knees to worship me. It'll be some time before I get enough of your sweet mouth." His thumb swiped away some spit around my lips and fed it to me.

  "I don't know if I'll ever get enough," Brock sighed. I felt him kiss my back, then tug on the plug a little as he left the bed.

  "Good girl," Cash said as he moved away. Samson took his place in front of me. The big man lay on his back and scooted down.

  "Come, Pearl. Do you want to suck me?" he asked almost shyly. His sweetness was so different from Cash's dominance, but awoke the same response in me. I moved eagerly between his large legs, caressing the bare, massive muscles as I slid up to the right height.

  "I would love to." I closed my eyes and used everything I could to bring him pleasure. My tongue tasted, my lips caressed, my hands worked up and down over his large shaft. I even pressed my chest forward and brushed my breasts against the throbbing member. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, worshipping him and enjoying his blissful expression.

  Behind me, someone gripped my ass hard. Humming around Samson's cock, I pushed back and was rewarded by a cock at my entrance. A hand on my back pressed down, forcing me into the position to take Jonas' curved cock. Once he was inside, the young man pushed and pulled the plug in my ass.

  "I can't wait to take you here, Pearl. You're going to be so tight and perfect. I'll touch you and make you cum over and over again from just a cock in your ass. You'll beg me for it."

  Bobbing my head up and down on Samson's dick, I let Jonas use my bottom half as he pleased. For a long time, he tempted my orgasm with shallow thrusts while he touched and played with the wood plug stretching me.

  Samson's great balls stiffened, drawing up close to his giant member. Looking up, I made sure the big man was watching as I stretched my mouth and sank down, taking him as deeply as I could. Breathing through my nose, I kept pushing down and down, determined to swallow all of his sword. He came hard, holding my head carefully so my mouth engulfed only the tip. When he stopped shuddering and let go, I started to clean him with my tongue, but he shook his head and moved away, crouching down to put his face near mine.

  "Thank you," he whispered.

  "Anytime." I smiled and he kissed my lips with the sweet eagerness that I loved about him.

  As he moved away, I felt Jonas re-establish his grip on my hips and I braced myself against the bed. Sure enough, as soon as Samson was out of the way, Jonas' fingers bit in and he started fucking me in earnest. I started moving, pushing opposite his thrusts. For a few moments the room filled with the wet sound of our bodies slapping against each other.

  "That's it, take it all," he ground out. He increased his speed and I matched it thrust for thrust, letting him drive deep into me. It was deep, it was beautiful and I loved it. He dug his fingers into my ass and cursed as he plunged into me a final time.

  "Damn, Pearl." He slapped my ass as he pulled out. I sagged down onto the bed, wishing I could reach between my legs and finish myself off. My pussy still convulsed, aching for a final orgasm.

  Cash leaned over me. "You want more, don't you?"

  "Yes," I gasped. "Please, sir."

  "You want this. Not just one night, but forever. You need to be owned. Say it." His fingers pressed against my sopping center, enough stimulation to send shockwaves through me, but not enough pressure for me to cum.

  "Please, I need it."

  "Tell me who owns this pussy."

  "You do, sir."

  "Tell me you need to be owned."

  I repeated the words and his hand started a delicious, tempting movement, rubbing against my little pearl. My hips lifted of their own volition, body shaking as a roaring sound filled my ears, almost drowning out Cash's command.

  "Cum, Pearl."

  Chapter Four

  I woke alone. For a second I thought it had all been a dream. Then I sat up and looked out over the giant bed, the spacious room, and the two doors—one leading to the main house and the other to the water closer. There were two windows on either side covered with simple dark curtains. I tugged one aside and let in the light and the view of a large garden, green with summer produce.

  Judging from the silence, the house was empty. My men would be up and about early to do their farming chores. I was a painted lady; my business was at night and I was used to sleeping in past dawn each day. Would all that change, if I became their wife?

  If I declined their offer, I would never see them again. I could hardly stand the thought. Despite my best intentions, I'd grown fond of my men.

  Why couldn't things remain the way they were?

  Sitting on my bed in the loose robe, I wondered if there was any way I could say yes. Someone had tied the colorful scarves to the posts, as if I already belonged. But I didn't. Deep down I knew I could never be the wife they wanted me to be. I was the perfect whore. Most women would be glad to have a suitor chasing her, or five. They would jump at the offer of a respectable life.

  While marriage to five men wasn't all that respectable, the night I'd spent with them, all of them, was beyond my wildest dreams. The pleasure tempted me.

  But then there was regret, the morning after. Not mine—theirs, when they found out I could never be enough.

  Cash opened the door and found me huddled on the bed, my knees to my chest, my eyes staring sightlessly out the window at what could become my life.

  "May I come in?"

  Remembering their rule, I nodded. He stepped inside and shut the door, pacing to the dresser and leaning on it, facing me.

  "Sleep well?"

  I nodded. He looked good, my handsome Cash. Dark hair neatly combed, clean white shirt and fine, if simple, trousers. Crossing his arms, he studied me as I did him.

  I wonder what he saw.

  After a minute, he came to me and brushed my hair back, a satisfied smile on his face. Stooping, he kissed my lips.

  "I could spend a lifetime waking up to you."

  I sucked in a breath, but he didn't let me retreat. Sitting beside me, he pulled me into his arms and let both our bodies drift onto the bed.

  "What's going on in that lovely head of yours?"

  I stared into the dark eyes that seemed to read my every fear.

  "Tell me."

  "What would my life be like, if I married you?"

  His mouth quirked as if he wasn't expecting that particular question. "Well," his arms cuddled me closer, "some mornings, you and I will wake up together like this. The other men may share your bed, too, depending on their schedule.

  "Then, we'll kiss, like this." His lips touched mine and my eyes fluttered closed. "We may take a bath, or eat breakfast, or do… other things depending on the night we had. Days are spent working on the ranch and nights… well, you got a taste of that last night. Did you enjoy yourself?"

  "Yes. It was…" I wanted to tell him it was one of the best nights of my life. "Intense."

  He chuckled. "We'll have to go easier on you, though it'll be hard for the first little while. We desire you deeply, Pearl."

  "I desire you, too."

  "Trust us," Cash said, dark eyes caressing my face. "You're afraid. You don't need to be. Give yourself over to us." His hands strayed down my side, comforting me. "We'll do everything in our power to make you feel loved.

  "That's not to say we won't discipline you from time to time. But I think you like the little games we played, isn't that right, little girl?"

  "Yes," I breathed.

  He kissed me again, then rose. "I have to go help with breakfast. Think on things, Pearl. I'll come get you in a little while."

  "Cash," I called before he reached the door.

  He turned.

  "If I say no, you'll take me back to the Red Petticoat?"

  He nodded. "I give you my word." Wheeling on his boot, he left.

  I sank into the bed, breathing a raggedy s
igh. The thought of leaving my men hurt as if someone had taken a knife and cut out my insides.

  Why did feelings have to hurt so much?

  Then I realized; I loved them. Their courtship had worked; over the months I'd grown attached to them. Losing them would be losing a part of me.

  I stared out the window and pondered. If I said yes, I could live the fantasy a little bit longer. Eventually they would find out my secret, the real reason I could never be a true wife to them. They would want to be rid of me then.

  I had to tell them, but something in me wanted to live the dream for a little while.

  When Cash came back in, he brought the smell of bacon and coffee with him. My stomach growled and he grinned.

  "Turn around," he ordered, taking up the hairbrush. As he smoothed out the tangles of my long dark hair, I let myself imagine the fantasy. Mornings with him, breakfast with my men. Baths with Samson washing my skin, Brock braiding my hair and calling me his 'lovely lass'. Orion leading me to the bed; Jonas passionately claiming me. Cash bending over my body, holding my gaze, telling me to cum.

  "Yes," I whispered.

  The hairbrush stilled.

  "Yes," I repeated, louder.

  Gripping my shoulders, Cash turned me to face him. His brow wrinkled in puzzlement that melted away as soon as he saw my face.

  My Cash was a smart man.

  "You'll marry us?"

  "Yes."

  His eyes lit up. "Say it again."

  "Yes." I smiled.

  Turning me fully, he leaned in close. "You mean it?"

  I kissed him in answer. He held my chin, controlling me as he usually did, but the touch of his lips was sweet and gentle.

  "You won't regret it. I promise." He kissed me again, giddier than I'd ever seen him before. He was usually so reserved.

  "We'll go into town and get with the minister. You'll be wed to me, but you'll be truly ours."

  I nodded.

  "We share everything; we have since we were boys. We chose a life together; we're closer than blood brothers. We knew we wanted an arrangement like this, and searched high and low to find you.

  I wanted to ask why five handsome, virile men would want to share one wife, but refrained. There would be time to get to know them more—at least as long as I could keep my secret.

  "Pearl, you've made five men very, very happy. We're going to take care of you. I promise."

  I wished it could be true.

  * * *

  Cash led me out to where the others were eating breakfast.

  Turning from the hearth, Brock caught sight of us and joy filled his face. "She said yes?" I was a little behind Cash, holding his hand, so I couldn't see his face, but his broad grin must have given the news away.

  "She did." Cash pulled me forward and I blushed as all the men got to their feet and came to me.

  Samson reached me first. Cupping my face with his giant hands, he kissed me. "I'm glad."

  "So am I," I whispered.

  He stepped away and eager hands tugged me. My mouth was claimed by Jonas, then Orion. Both of the younger men were flushed, and I could see further evidence of their excitement tenting their pants. Cash had to steady me as I swayed in the aftermath of their fervent kisses.

  "Are you happy, Pearl?" Orion asked.

  "Yes," I said, though my heart was beating faster. What had I agreed to?

  Not to be outdone, Brock lifted me and whirled me around. "You're gonna be happy here with us. We will make sure of it." He hugged me, dipped me in his arms to get his fill of kisses.

  I was panting and breathless by the time he was done. The five men were still standing all around me, energy crackling between them. I shrank back a little into Brock's arms. I couldn't satisfy one husband; now I had five.

  "We'll spend a few days up here and then ride down to get the marriage license."

  "A few days?" Jonas burst out.

  "I want to make sure our bride is comfortable with things before bringing her back to town," Cash said.

  "But how are we going to wait..." Orion looked so disappointed.

  "Oh, we're not going to live like brothers and sister," Brock said with a wink. "I'll bet ye anything we'll be able to convince Pearl to explore the more intimate side of marriage before we tie the knot. Or knots."

  "Are you okay with that?" Samson asked me. "Or do you want us to find a minister before we lie together again?"

  I had been laying with them for months. I was more afraid of the formality of the minister than the marriage bed, and I needed more time with them, to get to know them.

  Maybe I could work up the nerve to tell them my secret.

  "I can wait to go to town. As for the other, we're already joined together." I smiled at the group.

  "You care for us then?" Orion asked.

  I did, and told him so, softly.

  "It's decided then. Honeymoon first, then wedding." Jonas' eyes twinkled with the joke as he reached for me.

  "Honeymoon starts today," Brock said into my ear, and I shivered a little.

  "In a little bit," Cash said in a commanding tone. Jonas stepped away and Brock's arms loosened. The men obeyed their appointed leader just as I did. "Breakfast first, and chores. I want to talk to Pearl."

  "I can skip breakfast," Orion said, though he grabbed a roll and a few slices of bacon before rising from the table.

  "Me too." Jonas followed the blond out the door. Samson kissed my cheek, and then went with them. I gulped. It was going to be an interesting next few days. From the lusty look in my men's eye, last night was but a little taste of their ardor.

  Brock held a chair for me, and Cash served my breakfast, heaping the plate with more food than I was used to eating in a day.

  I turned wide eyes to him in dismay.

  He understood. "Eat up." He kissed my hair, and moved back to his chair and coffee. "You'll need your strength, for later."

  That didn't reassure me at all.

  Brock plunked a cup of coffee down beside me and sat close.

  "Nervous, lass?" Brock used a hand to turn my face up to him, his hazel eyes reading my expression.

  I nodded.

  "You needn't fear. It may be intimidating now, but you've already had us all together."

  "You know us. We're going to take care of you," Cash said. "We're not rich, but we own a good bit of land and cattle, and everything we have is yours."

  I blinked. I hadn't thought about the financial side of things. "I'm just not sure what's expected of me."

  "Just be you," Cash said simply.

  "We've gotten to know you over the past few months, enough to like you." Brock stroked my face. "What we want is a real marriage."

  They didn't really know me. They thought they did. My secret was on the tip of my tongue to tell them, but I just couldn't get it out.

  "Eat, sweetheart," Cash ordered. "You'll feel better."

  I nibbled on some bacon, the fine flavor bursting on my tongue. He was right, I was hungry. Perhaps I could eat and not tell them, and keep the fantasy going for a while.

  The men could tell I was worried about something, though. Brock's arm snuck around the back of my chair while Cash kept talking.

  "We understand there will be difficulties and annoyances. Just like a real relationship. We're going to be honest with you. All we ask is the same in return. If there's anything that worries you, you'd tell us?" Cash's eyes narrowed a moment. He was a smart man; he'd be the first to figure me out.

  I swallowed. "I want to make you happy." I couldn't though. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't give them all they needed. I dreaded the moment they'd discover that.

  "Don't worry about that, lass. You already do, beyond what we could've imagined." I glanced shyly at Brock, who grinned and then tapped my plate. "You're not eating enough. I can see you wasting away in front of me."

  I rolled my eyes, and across the table, Cash cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. Wrinkling my nose at him, I picked up a biscuit, show
ing it to him before biting into it. Someone had slathered it with butter and honey; it was light and fluffy and so good I moaned. Beside me, Brock's breath caught.

  "This is good," I said.

  "Once Orion's fruit trees start producing, we'll make jam." Cash said neutrally, though his dark eyes burned, watching me enjoy my food. "For now, Brock churns the butter and Samson finds the honey."

  Finishing the whole biscuit, I licked my sticky fingers clean.

  Brock pushed up out of his seat and left the table, cursing. He stopped to adjust himself in his pants before picking up the wash bucket and heading outside.

  Chuckling, Cash refilled my coffee. "I think you'll fit right in." He sat close to me as I finished my food, nodding when I glanced at him for permission to push away my plate. I stayed sipping my coffee, enjoying the morning light streaming in from the open door, the sound of birdsong beyond, and a handsome man holding me in his dark eyed gaze.

  "Pearl," Cash drew his head away to look at me properly. "Do you enjoy it when we tell you what to do?

  I did. "I think so."

  "Does it make it easier when I give orders and have you obey them?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. If there's ever something that you're not sure about, you'll tell us?"

  His soothing tone reminded me of the secret I was holding back from them.

  "You mean if there's something I don't like?"

  "You're a wife now. We're not clients paying for your time. We want to make a life with you, Pearl. We want you to be happy."

  I stared at him.

  "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll be fine if we talk things out. We want to be with you. Not Pearl the gem. Pearl the woman."

  Pearl the woman wasn't real. She was an illusion, much like the fantasy that I would enjoy with my men for as long as I could.

  "Which brings me to another question. What's your real name? We'll have to put it on the marriage license."

  I didn't want to, but I told him. If he wanted, he could go and find out about my past life. My last husband would be happy to tell him everything, including my failings and my shame.