Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

joy out of our being together.
I need all the memories of him I can store up, for the time will come when my luck runs out. It always does. After all, my name is Sadie Banes.
He pushes into me. My fingers dig into his buttocks, urging him forward, harder. Faster. I move in rhythm to his urgent, hard thrusts. I gasp against his shoulder. I want him so badly. Like this, for always. I am turning into the worst kind of fool for this man. His spine stiffens. His hips move jerkily as he pumps me full of cum. I am one second behind him, riding a wave of pleasure that emanates from deep within my core.
When we are spent, he lays on top of me for a long time. I trace the elegant curves of his back over and over, committing them to memory. He is mine—for now. I’ll take whatever scrap of joy I can get.

8
Dakota
The next few days are the happiest I’ve ever been. We fall into a pattern. In the mornings, Sadie helps Beau and me groom and exercise the horses. The Hinson family cleans out the stalls and manages daily turnout so I can focus on working the horses. That’s why I took the risk of buying The Black Diamond. I wanted my life to revolve around these gentle, magnificent creatures.
But then Sadie came along, and now the ponies are not enough.
In the evening, we grill simple foods and eat outside under the stars. We fuck at night. I am mindful of the Hinsons’ teenage son, who shouldn’t be seeing our dirty, happy love triangle. Sadie continues to give us massages, though she is careful to keep things professional each time. I want to ask her about it, but it feels as though there is a barrier between us ever since that first day. She almost opened up, but once I refused to be exclusive, she stopped confiding. The cagier she is about her history, the more I want to prod into every corner of her past.
But it isn’t for me to pry. For the moment, we have found a delicate balance that meets our shared needs. I don’t dare to disturb our fuck pod by asking questions.
We set up a schedule online for the owners of the horses to come and ride, one at a time, in the arena or out on the trails. I had the money to pay cash for the ranch, but I still have to pay the Hinsons, annual taxes, make repairs, and buy feed to sustain the animals. Every time my accountant leaves a voicemail message, I get cold prickles up the back of my neck. I won’t lose The Black Diamond. I have enough money in the bank to ride out a few more months of the pandemic, but after that...
I have to come up with a new source of income, and fast.
The only source of joy I have are the horses and Sadie. But on the third day of our experiment in total sexual freedom, I come across Beau and Sadie in the cottage. She was supposed to be massaging his back, but instead, she’s on the couch, her breasts hanging out of a tiny triangle bra, her matching thong shoved aside to reveal her glistening pink folds. He fists her hair, yanking her head around until it is twisted at a painful-looking angle. Her expression is half-agonized, half blissful as he pounds her pussy mercilessly. He’s muttering the filthiest words I’ve ever heard my friend say.
“Yeah, you little slut. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?”
Sadie moans. “Yes.”
“You want me in your ass, don’t you?”
“Oh...please,” Sadie begs.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on. I have a perfect view to watch them play out this fantasy. But it makes me wonder if I know anything about the woman we’re having sex with. When I’m with Sadie, alone, it’s so sweet and intense that I could easily fool myself into believing that we’re falling in love. This is totally different.
I shouldn’t be disturbed by it. But I am. She’s allowed to like what she likes. I just wish she asked me to spank her ass and fuck her rough, too.
Beau pulls out and repositions himself at the sweet pucker of her entrance. His chest rises and falls with the effort of working his way into the tight little hole. Is this Sadie’s first time doing anal? If so, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get there first.
I take out my cock and stroke myself silently, hoping they don’t notice. If I’m being honest with myself, I’d like to know more about why Sadie seeks Beau’s particular form of sex. Why she didn’t come to me for it?
I think back to the first day when she asked if I’d consider exclusivity. Is cutting me out supposed to be some kind of punishment?
But no—that can’t be right. I’ve had plenty of time with Sadie on my own, too. She has an appetite for sex that’s more than a match for Beau and I combined. What she’s doing now, with him, is deeper than just fucking.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” Beau asks Sadie in this guttural tone I’ve never heard from him before.
“So good,” she purrs, though her face is paler than usual. Her lips are parted and her eyes are half-closed. The only reason I can partially see her face is that she’s still turning back to check over her shoulder. “Harder, Beau. Spank me. Tell me I’m naughty.”
He smacks her ass hard enough to leave a visible red palm print. Sadie yelps and sighs.
“You’re a dirty girl, Sadie.” Beau thrusts, not gently. He’s rough with her. Sadie seems to be enjoying it. Verbally, she has indicated consent every step of the way. But it isn’t clear to me what she’s getting out of it.
Beau really likes pulling her hair. He yanks Sadie’s head back at an even more uncomfortable angle. She gasps and mutters something