Sam drove them into the town of Passion and, after parking the ute, led her into the small mall by the hand. The first shop they stopped in was full of lingerie of every size, color, and style. Simone went to a discount rack to browse through the merchandise and nearly had a fit when she saw the price of the stock.
“I can’t buy any of this stuff. It’s way too expensive. Please, take me to one of the chain stores where the pricing is cheaper,” Simone said.
“Not on your life, baby! We are not leaving this store until you have picked out whatever you need. I am not taking no for an answer so you may as well get busy choosing.” Sam folded his muscular arms across his powerful chest, reiterating his statement with his body language. “I don’t care how much it costs, babe, but when we leave this store you are going to have a bag full of lingerie. I want you to have at least enough for every day of the week.”
Simone eyed his resolute stance, knowing she shouldn’t waste her breath arguing with him, but she had to try.
“If you don’t start picking out some of this stuff right now, I’m going to get the saleswoman over there to do it for you. You will end up having no say in color or style.”
She eyed the older woman and she smirked at Simone as if she’d heard what Sam said. When the hand from the Triple R Farm entered the store, she turned her back on him to hide her embarrassment. She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder and she caught the hand talking to the saleswoman. Simone garnered bits and pieces of their conversation and felt her face go bright red.
“Saw…silhouettes when walking past…having sex with all three…slut.”
The woman looked shocked and then looked at Simone as if she was something she’d stepped in. She just hoped Sam hadn’t heard them talking about her. The stockman had obviously been walking past the house and seen the shadows of her and her men making love and now he was spreading what he’d seen around town. There wasn’t much she could do about it right now so she chose to ignore them and their criticism. Neither of those two people even knew her so how they could pass judgment she didn’t know, but she just pretended she had no idea what they were talking about.
Once again she turned away and Simone started looking, knowing Sam meant every word he said. By the time they left the store, she had enough lingerie for every day of the week and a spare set. Everything she chose was matching, with delicate lace. She would never have chosen anything like what she had. She usually went for the cheap, serviceable cotton panties and generic bras, but Sam had been adamant she was to choose what she liked.
The saleswoman had completely ignored Simone when Sam had paid for her things and she got a funny feeling in her stomach. It was like she didn’t exist or maybe the shop assistant had thought she was a hooker or something. She didn’t care what the farmhand or woman thought of her but she was worried that Sam, Con and Griff would be ostracized because of her. The Ramsay brothers had lived in Passion their whole lives and she would feel really guilty if the town’s people started ignoring them or making their lives difficult. If she’d had to name what she felt, she could have only described it as dread.
Sam led Simone from store to store until she had a wardrobe full of new clothes. She was going to be beholden to him for a long time. The clothing he had made her choose was all designer labels much to her dismay. When Sam was satisfied Simone had enough clothes, he took her to the diner for lunch and finally to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping.
Everywhere they went people stopped to stare and sneer at her and if she and Sam came near to them, they would stop their whispering, but the leers and smirks she got made her feel very uncomfortable. If Sam noticed their odd behavior, he didn’t let on, so she tried to ignore every one. A young teenage girl bumped into her nearly knocking her over and if it hadn’t been for Sam steadying her she would have ended up landing on her arse.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes. Thanks for saving me.”
“Some people should watch where they’re going and should learn some manners,” Sam called after the retreating girl.
Maybe he wasn’t as oblivious to the stares and whispers as she’d first thought but had chosen to ignore them like she had. Or maybe he hadn’t wanted to create a scene. The girl hadn’t even apologized before she hurried away. Everywhere she turned people stopped to stare at her. Simone began to feel like a bug under a microscope.
They didn’t arrive back at the farm until late afternoon. Sam helped bring in the bags from his truck and then went to his study to catch up on some paperwork, while she put the groceries and fresh produce away. Simone had already planned the evening meal, so when Sam called her into his office she went straight away.
“Take a seat, babe.” Sam indicated the chair in front of his desk as she entered the office. “How do you like living and working here so far?”
“I love working here. Being able to learn to ride a horse and cook, which is my passion, is a dream come true. Why?”
Griff came up to her side and when Connor dropped his hands from her face, Griff stroked a finger over her cheek. “My brothers and I have been waiting for a special woman for a long time, little darlin’. We think that if you just gave us the chance, we could have something really special with you.”
The inner embers smoldering inside her began to flame hotter and even though she wanted to say yes and have a relationship with them, she was hesitant. What if she got involved on a physical and emotional level and then they realized she wasn’t the woman they wanted to be with after all. She would end up out of a job and with a broken heart. Her mouth opened before she could think about what she was going to say. “Fuck.”
“I warned you, sugar. You just goaded me one time too many.” Con picked her up again and moved back to the sofa. He sat down, placing Simone over his lap, holding her down with a large hand in the middle of her back as she bucked, kicked, and hit out at him. He undid her jeans with his other hand and pulled them down over her arse. Placing a large, warm palm over one of her butt cheeks he rubbed her flesh with soothing strokes.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you the spanking you goaded me into, honey.”
She moaned when he caressed over the cheeks of her bum again. His touch turned her on so much she wanted him to move his hand down further and relieve the ache in her pussy. Whack. The first smack on her bottom shocked her into immobility. She couldn’t believe he had just hit her. No, that’s not true! She had goaded him into touching her. What you can’t believe is how horny his hand on your backside is making you. She turned her head, trying to look up, and saw that Griff and Sam were watching.
“Don’t just stand there, do something.” Simone didn’t want any of them to realize how turned on she was, but from the look on their faces it was already too late.
“We are, baby, we’re watching,” Sam stated with a smile.
Smack, smack, smack.
“You hit me one more time and I’m not going to make any more of your meals. You’ll be watching my butt as it leaves this fucking farm,” she threatened, knowing she would never follow through on that threat. It didn’t seem to bother Connor, either.
Whack, whack, whack.
Simone could feel the heat from her arse tingling down her thighs around the front to her clit. If Con hit her again, she felt like she might just explode. She was only vaguely conscious that she was pushing her hips up into the path of his hand.
“You like that don’t ya, sugar?” Con asked as he ran his hand down the seam of her butt until a finger brushed against her swollen, wet labia. “Oh yeah, she likes it all right. You are so wet, honey.”
“Yes,” Simone moaned as Con ran the tip of a finger along the inside of her pussy lips. God, what was he doing to her? Why was she getting horny from having her bum spanked?
Whack, whack, whack.
Simone screamed as an orgasm careened through her. Her whole body convulsed as her muscles clenched and released with ecstasy, cream dripping from her pussy.
“You just came didn’t you, baby?” Sam asked his rhetorical question. He moved forward, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder, striding toward the master bedroom at the end of the hall. She didn’t have to look up to know his brothers were right on their heels.
Simone was mortified at how her body had reacted to a spanking. What that hell is up with that? She didn’t even like sex, let alone being spanked, or so she thought.
Sam placed Simone down on the large bed and followed her down. She had expected Sam to take what he wanted but he coaxed a response from her instead. He took her mouth with a gentle persuasive kiss, seeking entry by sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened to gasp in a breath. Sam made the most of the opportunity pushing his tongue in between her lips and teeth, mating his tongue with hers.
Simone was drowning in the taste of Sam. She could spend all day kissing his warm, wet mouth, tasting of mint and warm male. She groaned as he thrust his tongue along hers, feeling molten lava pool low in her belly and making her clit throb with need.
Sam weaned his lips from hers and moved back slightly, looking down into her eyes.
“You are so sexy, baby,” he said before taking her mouth again.
Simone felt the mattress dip on the other side of her body. She pulled her mouth away from Sam’s to gasp in a breath of air, turning her head to see Griff lying next to her.
Griff held her chin in a gentle grip between his thumb and index finger, holding her head still, and then he swooped down and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was so full of passion and emotion, Simone felt tears prick the back of her eyes. Sighing she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasurable feelings running through her body.
No matter how much he kissed her, she couldn’t get enough of him. He moved the palm of his hand, placing it onto her flat belly, and he seemed to be waiting for her protestation. When she didn’t protest he slid his hand underneath her T-shirt to touch skin. Sliding his hand up further, he enclosed one of her breasts within his warm palm and began kneading and massaging her soft globe. Simone arched her body into his hand, demanding more of his touch.