Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant (11 page)

“That’ll do. I like seeing you this way, hobbled like a mare about to be serviced by a stallion.” He leaned across my back and put his head close to mine. “Whether she wants it or not,” he whispered, then took my earlobe between his teeth and gave it a stinging bite. The pinch of pain ran right to my balls, and my hips jerked in desperation. Griff slapped me, a hard palm to my tense buttock. “Restrain yourself, or I’ll leave you like this and go for Katie...Let her see what a state you’ve got yourself into thinking about giving her a whipping.”

I stifled a groan as he ducked behind me, two strong hands parting my buttocks. He held me spread, causing my breath to quicken at the thought of what was about to happen. His mouth and teeth came first, gently grazing at the flesh between my buttocks, up one edge and down the other, then, finally, his tongue made long flicks against my hole. My chin dropped to my chest, my eyes closed as I put all my effort into not making a sound beyond a rising breath.

Experience told me if I moved, or moaned, Griff would stop and demand I take whatever he was doing to me in silence. Other times, when we were safe from the threat of being seen, he’d insist on knowing the effect his loving had on me through uncensored cries and exclamations.

His tongue alternated between working deep into my hole and then down across that sensitive area behind my balls. My cock seeped, aching for the firm tug of a hand, and I realigned my pale-knuckled grip on the hay rack so that I wouldn’t reach for it myself. Griff pulled his head away, trailing hard kisses along the ridge of my spine. At my neck, he reached a hand forward, taking my jaw and turning my head to the side.

“Open your mouth.”

The instant I did he thrust two fingers inside.

“We’ve no ointment in the stables to ease my way in; you might want to do something about that, Ari. In the meantime, suck my fingers, pretend it’s my cock. Make them good and wet, or you’ll be feeling it.”

I sucked his fingers hard, letting saliva pool in my mouth so they’d be well coated. I took the opportunity to run my tongue along the seam where they came together, showing Griff I was thinking of his cock and how I’d like to suck it.

With his free hand, he’d relieved himself of his trousers, and the next time he pressed against me it was with the promise of a stiff prick.

“Do you think you’ve got them wet enough?”

I clamped my teeth behind his knuckles and nodded my head.

Griff’s laugh was soft. “That’s good, you can give them back to me now.”

I’d been teasing him as much as he teased me. “Look under the sink in the tackroom,” I said.

“Some oil?”

I nodded.

“Good man. Don’t move.”

He was back in seconds, spreading my buttocks again, and immediately I felt the pressure against my hole.

“Two fingers to start. Can you take that for me, Ari?”

He knew I’d take anything for him, and I drew a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing to let him advance. Always, there was the first moment of alarm, waiting for the pain, but despite Griff’s domineering words, I believed he would take care of me.

“There you go,” he said, his fingers inching in through the aperture of muscle that tried to keep him out. He paused, then began making small circular movements. “I think you really want it today, huh?”

I grunted, unable to form a coherent answer as I concentrated on the slow inward movements he made in my arse.

“The constant temptation from having Katie around has made you hungry for this. Me too. I’m going to be quick, Ari. No time to spend on kisses and caresses; the boat to Auckland won’t hold for me. There, fingers all the way in.” He withdrew slightly and curled them, finding that little nut of pleasure that made the pre-cum dribble from my cock.

The feeling was intense, rushing up my spine, and this time I groaned. “Fuck, Griff...too much.”

He placed a firm hand on my back, comforting me, but letting me know he was in charge. “Okay, lover, you’ve tightened up. Help me withdraw.”

Another breath, and I relaxed.

His fingers eased out as his hand drifted around my hip and wrapped around my cock. With a few hard pumps, I was ready to come, and I warned him.

“Not yet, but soon.” He wiped his palm around the head of my prick. “I don’t want all this lovely juice to go to waste,” he said, squeezing the head as if milking me for more. “Good...good, Ari, that’s it.”

He took his hand away, and I heard the faint sound of him rubbing the oil over his cock. “Here we go, help me out.”

My stomach tumbled at the insistent nudge against my hole, and although I tried not to, I tensed.

“Hey...hey, don’t do that. Ari? Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I huffed.

“You know I need more than that. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” His voice was soft, his words gentle, and a counterpoint to the unrelenting pressure of his cock.

I did want him to fuck me, yet sometimes at this moment, I panicked. Griff knew that, and he knew why. When it happened, we’d found that if I asked him to fuck me, if I took control for that small measure of time before everything changed, I would be okay. Today I struggled to get the words out. The pressure subsided, and Griff started to rub himself in small, slippery circles around my hole, and then up and down the furrow of my cheeks.

“Relax,” he whispered, “we can just do this. You like this. I don’t have to fuck you.”

All the time he spoke, he rubbed his cock back and forwards.

He was right. I did like that, and I could easily come if he continued that way, but it was like a failure, the second prize, and if I didn’t take him this time, would I be able to have him again?

“Fuck me,” I hissed, thrusting backwards the next time his cockhead ran across my hole.

“Okay,” he said simply.

He never gave me a second chance, never asked if I was sure, and I appreciated that.

Immediately, the pressure was back.

“You know what to do, Ari. Take a deep breath, relax and bear down for me, especially here.” He nudged against the tight ring of muscle.

I closed my eyes; my head bowed as I concentrated on surrendering to Griff’s cock. Suddenly he was in, and I felt the flare of heat that accompanied the breach, the radiating prickle of nerves before my body yielded to the intrusion. There was no pause to celebrate the success, just the continued drive. It demanded that I open and accept him until, finally, his pelvis against my arse told me he was all the way in.

I clenched my muscles, and his groan brought a smile to my lips.

Everything was fine.

He eased out, a long, inexorable slide that made me grit my teeth, and when he was almost free, the same slide, at the same pace, in the other direction. Each move was a similar calculated and controlled glide, but each time a little quicker than the previous. Soon, the only sound to be heard over our laboured breathing was the soft clap of his pelvis hitting my buttocks.

I was hard again and a whimpered
please
brought the reward of Griff’s hand around my prick. He started really fucking me, changing the angle as he worked my cock, telling me how proud he was of me, how good I felt, how much he loved me.

His free hand took my shoulder, pulling me up so that my back arched. With this new leverage, he pumped harder, and within the carnality of the movement I felt his love. My heart hammered, and a ferocious burst of pleasure seized me. The sensation ripped through my balls and cock right at the moment Griff shouted my name, striking me inside with a shattering thrust.

All I could hear above my rasping breath was Griff’s. We folded together, Griff nudging behind my knees, taking me to the earth floor of the horse stall.

“You please me so much, Ari. Are you okay?” His hand dragged through the perspiration on my forehead and into my damp hair. He twisted me towards him, claiming my mouth with a rough kiss as he eased his cock from my arse. “I’m going to wash up and get some things together for my trip. You take your time.”

I closed my eyes, listening to his movements around the stall and a moment later, I was alone.

Book 2, Part 5

KATIE

Maraea and I spent much of the day in the garden, preparing the earth and planting vegetables that would feed us through summer. We had quickly become friends, and I enjoyed working alongside her outdoors.

She moved with a certain oneness with the land, telling me stories like that of
Rangi
, the sky father, and
Papa
, the earth mother. How they held each other in a deep embrace that allowed no light to come between them, and night came upon night for many days.

To me, it sounded very similar to our own creation story from the Bible but told with some differences, enriched by Maraea’s soft, lilting voice. It made the morning pass quickly.

When she tired of sharing stories and songs, she gave me small snippets of information about Griff and Ari.

Griff had been born in the Kotuku Valley, his father having farmed and been the shipping agent for the infrequent boats which serviced the small town. Then two things happened: Griff’s father drowned, leaving Griff and his mother to run the farm, and gold was discovered in Kotuku. Griff saw that as the town increased in population, so would the need for better transport facilities. He wanted to work in the shipping business but needed someone he could trust to run the farm.

Ari had been born in the area but was taken away to the Waikato when his mother died. When he was thirteen, he returned and took work at the Mission helping with the animals. He became friends with Griff, and once his father passed, Griff employed him to run the farm. “They’re partners in everything they do,” Maraea added, a small crease deepening between her eyes.

I wasn’t certain if her words were some sort of warning for me and wished I knew her better so that I could discuss the situation I found myself in.

“I’m aware of their close friendship.” I watched her, refusing to let the images of the men together in the bed come to my mind. Did Maraea know exactly how close their friendship was? Should I tell her? If I married Griff, my wedding vows—the part where I was to obey—would prevent me from discussing these things if Griff requested I keep them private. I held her gaze, and finally her mouth lifted in a smile.

“Good, I’m pleased you know of their friendship because they need each other. Many women wouldn’t be able to see that. What’s also important is that they want and need a wife, and I’m certain they’ll be good husbands for you.”

Referring to them as ‘husbands’ told me that she knew many details of the men’s friendship, and somehow that made my situation easier. Perhaps the day would come when I would be able to completely confide in her.

She went back to turning the earth, digging through the seaweed she had mounded in straight rows to break down through the winter. Now it was time to turn the soil and make the rows ready for planting, entrusting the seaweed to feed the plants through the spring and summer. “Feed the land, and it will give back to you,” she told me as she dug.

“
Whatsoever a man sows, that shall he also reap
,” I quoted in reply.

Maraea stopped and leaned on her hoe, brushing a glistening black ringlet behind her ear. “Griff and Ari have been preparing for the right woman, Keiti. Together they have built their beautiful house to be the finest in Kotuku. The farmland nourishes the livestock, and the stock improves with each new generation. Ari breeds the best sheep, cattle, and horses in the district. With the greedy demands of Kotuku’s goldmines, Griff’s shipping business grows each month. They have these things because they are honest, hard workers. Other habits and needs they have might appear unusual to you, but they have been sowing the seeds for their future for a long time. If you join them, all of you will reap the benefits of the union.”

“It feels so rushed.”

“You came here to marry, Keiti. Be thankful you didn’t marry the Watsons. Did you hope to be courted?” She nudged my arm with the suggestion, her head tilting back as she lifted her brow. It was a mannerism I’d noticed peculiar to both her and Ari when they were greeting each other, or teasing.

“I never expected a courtship, although I can’t help but wonder if my hasty decision to come to New Zealand was foolhardy. The offer came to the Girls’ Home for the opportunity to come out here and marry. With Mr Watson’s demise, I’ve been given a chance to think this through with care, and I’m not sure what to do. I had no idea what to expect, and the reality makes me feel so unprepared for this pioneering life.”

Now Maraea laughed. She spread her arms wide. “This isn’t pioneering! I’ll wager you never had such fine facilities at your English orphanage.”

She was right. Griff and Ari’s house had a water tank high on a wooden stand. It stored the rainwater from the roof and through pipes the water fed to the tap in the kitchen, and one in the bathroom. The oven had a high-pressure boiler attached, and as long as I kept the fire alive, we had easy access to hot water.

I had my own comfortable bedroom instead of sharing in a dormitory with two rows of narrow, hard cots; a long, austere room that was freezing in winter and stifling in the summer.

“Pioneering is breaking in a new land. Clearing scrub from dawn until the sun sets. Picking out rocks from the earth you want to plant, until your fingers bleed. You’d be living in a raupo and nikau hut, if you were lucky. With that comes the constant risk of fire so that you couldn’t have a lamp in the evening to sew or read. Keiti, what you have to consider is not if you’ve been hasty to come here, but if you’re foolish in thinking you might find something better.”

Her words made me feel ungrateful.

Maraea had finished turning the soil and was making a straight furrow a few inches deep in which to plant her bean seeds. She concentrated on getting it just right as she spoke. “Do you want me to tell you what happens to a woman without protection around here? There are savages in this town, and they’re not the Māori.”

“You don’t need to say any more,” I said. Was this Maraea’s story? Had she been unprotected in Kotuku?