Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) Page 7
“That's right. You don't need clothes if you're in heat,” Jake murmured. Why did his voice always soothe me? Why were his words just what I wanted to hear? “You don't want anything to get in the way of being fucked.”
Turning around, I faced away from the chair, ready to sit down and slide that thing deep inside me, to impale myself. I needed, oh God, I needed it! It would soothe this ache. I knew it would. I just had to put it in me and I would feel better.
“No, baby. Straddle the chair. Use the back to hold on,” Jake told me, his voice dark.
Tentatively, I reached for the wooden back and spread my legs wide around the seat. The wooden cock protruded straight up and I felt my inner muscles clench in anticipation.
“Look at that pussy open up,” Jake admired, gazing at my exposed flesh. “I love those big lips and how I can see them so well.” Jake rubbed a hand over the front of his denim pants.
His words were like fuel to a fire, only making me hotter. When I felt the wood slide over my sex, I undulated my hips back and forth, the hardness pressing against sensitive flesh. I looked up at Jake for validation. He squatted down next to me and grinned. He could see the hard tool at my entrance. “That's such a pretty sight. That dildo's going to slide in so deep, make you feel so good when I'm not here.”
With his praise, I reached down, parted my protruding lips even more, spreading myself wide to be pierced by the...dildo. Slowly, I lowered myself, the wood opening me up. The feel of something filling me was intense. A stretching, burning sensation, followed by the ache being relieved. My body wanted this. Needed it. It tamed something in me, soothed the frustration. I needed more. The inch or so that was in me wasn't enough. I was so wet and dripping with Jake's seed the dildo slid easily over me, into me.
In one quick push, I lowered myself, shoving that dildo in deep.
“Oh God!”
“See, you want to be filled and come because of it. You need it. Your body demands it. You're a wife now. This is how a wife feels,” Jake said, his voice soft and soothing, driving me on.
“You don't need a man to become aroused. Just being married has made you like this. Women go into heat quickly after they marry and it's happened so fast for you. I'm so proud of you.”
“Proud?” I shook my head, tears once again streaming down my face, even as I lifted and lowered myself on the wooden cock. “Why do you want a woman who craves these dirty things. I'm such a horrible woman. Look at me! I'm naked and I'm...I'm fucking a chair!” I sobbed, but I couldn't control the undulations of my body.
“These things aren't dirty, they're natural. This is how a wife should be. Whoever told you otherwise was wrong. This is the real Catherine, wild and in need of a cock and just the way I want you. You're perfect,” I reassured her.
My eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down my cheeks, my breath ragged. The plug in my bottom pushed uncomfortably deeper into me, forcing me to lean forward. I was so full, pussy and ass filled completely. Hands ran over my hair, down my back and over my thighs. More soothing words were whispered in my ear. How I was so beautiful, how I'd opened my pussy to be fucked, how I was such a good wife wanting my pussy and ass crammed full.
With those words of praise running through my head, Jake left me alone to fuck my special chair until I reached my pleasure.
Chapter Six
Jake
"I'm surprised you're walking," Sam said when I entered the barn.
I shook my head and grinned, scratched the back of my neck. "Heard it all, did you?"
"It was impossible to miss," Cole added, tossing a saddle over his horse's back. "Where is she? Did you kill her with orgasms?"
"She'll live." I went to the stall with my horse, led him out. "Hey, Grant," I called down the long length of the horse barn. My cousin poked his head out a stall door. "Could Maura stop by tomorrow? I think Catherine might need a woman to talk to."
Grant came out, walked over. "All right. Anything I should have her help with in particular?"
I grabbed a blanket from where it lay across a stall door, threw it over the back of the horse, smoothed it out. "The pill's doing a mighty fine job and that means she's questioning her body's reactions." I thought of her as I left her fucking her special chair. "Also, I might want her to leave the house someday, so a discussion about clothing might come in mighty handy."
Grant smiled. "Maura didn't step foot out of the house for two weeks. Refused. I couldn't sway her. Not even an ass stretching would do it. Stubborn woman." He shook his head. "Took ten hours for her ass to close up, but boy, did she have her ass well fucked by the time it did." He pointed to Sam and Cole. "You boys listen good and learn a thing or two from your brother and what I'm telling you. Cole, if you're claiming Tessa Bowers, you're gonna need all the help you can get."
Cole grinned sheepishly.
"I learned from that incident as much as Maura did. Sometimes instead of forcing a woman to do something, it's better to make her decide for herself."
"Like getting sick if she doesn't take her pill. Catherine chose the pill instead of getting sick again," I said, grinning at the underhandedness of it all.
"Exactly. You let her decide that the pill was the best choice. Not that she'll never know otherwise. So if you want her out of the house with her breasts on full display for anyone to see, you need to give her two choices. Full display or worse."
"The training blouse," I murmured. I'd gotten things from the doctor, the new open blouses from the mercantile, but I didn't have a training blouse. "I guess Maura doesn't need hers anymore?"
"Not for training, but it certainly makes for a good punishment," Grant concluded, gave a nod toward Cole, who'd need all the punishment tips he could get for his future bride. "I'll get it from the closet later for you."
Tomorrow would be soon enough to train her about her breasts. I nodded my thanks and then we split up, heading off to our various jobs around the ranch.
When I returned home for dinner, Catherine was waiting for me by the door. She was leaning against the wall, her hair still tangled and long about her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink that extended down her neck and over the white globes of her breasts. Her nipples were a deep pink, and tightly ruched. Her eyes, usually calm and placid, were wild.
Once she saw me, she broke into tears and sobbed. "Oh Jake, please!"
I looked her over, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere. Had she burned herself? I pulled her into my arms, ran a soothing hand down her back. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is the plug hurting you? If it was, you just had to come out to the barn and we'd have taken care of you." I wanted to make sure she knew Cole or Sam could help her too if something were truly wrong.
"No. No. It's uncomfortable, but it's not that."
I pushed her head back, ran my knuckles down her tear tracks. "Then what?"
"I need to do it again." She panted, causing the tips of her breasts to brush my shirt. She moaned.
"You need to come again?"
She nodded, her hair falling down over her breasts. "But I'm so sore. I can't do it anymore!"
I sighed, relieved. "All right. I'll take care of you. Come with me."
I led her past the dining room where I saw her special chair, the dildo and seat coated with her drying juices. She must have used it recently to still be that wet. I led her to the bar in the kitchen and she grabbed hold and submitted to it without a whimper. I picked up her long skirts, tossed them onto her back. "I'm going to take the plug out, so push out. That's it. Such a good girl." I kept my voice soft as I pulled the large plug from her depths. She moaned, then sighed when it was free. I hadn't skimped when I filled her. I'd take her ass soon, but now wasn't the time. Her pussy was red, her lips swollen, puffy and dripping wet. They gaped open as if she'd just been used.
"How many times did you ride your chair today?" I asked, gently brushing the tip of a finger over her hot folds.
"Three," she sobbed. "It ... it doesn't stop."
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lping her back up, I led her to an overstuffed chair by the fireplace. I enjoyed spending a long winter night reading there, but had a different activity in mind now. Catherine sat carefully, then fully relaxed when she realized her ass wasn't plugged. I knelt down directly in front of the chair and lifted her skirts so they bunched at her waist. Grabbing her ankles, I lifted them so they each rested on the arms of the chair so she was spread wide. Then, I tugged on her hips to pull her to the edge of the soft seat. She watched me with her eyes, but was too desperate to do more than hope I'd help her take the edge off.
"Relax. I'm not going to fuck you. Your pussy's all tired out. But look at your clit, all red and shiny and big for me."
I lowered my head, flicked it with my tongue. She arched her back and cried out at the surprised touch. "Jake!"
"I'll make it all better." I said no more, just lowered my head and licked her, tasted her, carefully working her until she came against my tongue.
When I lifted my head, she was asleep, so worn out from her constant arousal and orgasms. I couldn't help but smile. She was pretty as a picture. Wild hair, her breasts so full and round, her nipples puffy and bright pink. Her skirts were a tangle about her waist and her legs lewdly spread open, exposing her well used pussy. Even while she slept her body dripped its desire, thick and creamy, down over her swollen folds to her pretty, closed rosette.
I left her there to make a simple dinner, her taste still on my tongue. Not an expert cook like Maura, I was able to make enough food to keep us full until Maura returned in the morning. Ten minutes later, I returned and found Catherine just as I'd left her, still asleep, but one hand was on her breast, over a nipple. Her hips shifted slightly and she was breathing hard. The honeymoon dose appeared to be more than she needed now, although I could see how it would be very helpful with a willful new wife. Catherine moaned. It was time to take care of her again.
Catherine
I awoke to my legs spread wide, with my husband's head between my legs with his tongue licking over my...pussy. And I loved it. I cried out as I watched his dark head move between my thighs. One of my hands was on my breast and I couldn't help but tug at the nipple. It tingled with the need to be touched.
Jake stopped, looked up at me with a smile, his lips and chin coated with my wetness. "This doesn't hurt you, does it?"
I shook my head.
He grinned. "I told you, I'd take care of you. If this is what you need, it's my job to do it."
Using one finger, he gently touched my lips down there. "Are they sore?"
"Only a little."
He slowly eased the finger inside of me.
"Here?"
I nodded. "So sore," I gasped.
"Poor little pussy," he crooned.
His finger moved lower. "Are you sore here?"
My back passage was wet, either from my own arousal or from the pill, and when he circled his finger there, pressing in slightly, I couldn't help but gasp. My eyes flared. "No."
"But?"
The man was wicked. He knew what he was doing. Knew what having a finger there would make me feel. "But it...it feels good."
"Oh, sweetheart, you please me so. Do you need to come again before we eat?"
I shut my eyes for a moment, but when he pushed a little harder against my back entrance, they flew open in surprise. "Yes!"
"Good girl. I'm going to eat you out, then I'm going to eat my dinner." With that, he lowered his head and made me...come again, this time with his finger working in and out of my ass. Amazingly enough, after all the times I’d already come that day, I screamed with the intensity of my release.
The next morning, I was put through a similar routine with Jake, except he didn't fuck me. I went to the bar, had the cork he'd inserted before bed removed and went to the washroom to bathe. I hadn't been sick again since that first night and was relieved the pill worked so well. Once it was pushed deep inside me, I barely noticed it. By morning, I couldn't feel it at all, although I was slick back there to ease whatever he put in my ass for the day. Thankfully, this morning it was a cork, just a little bit wider than the last he'd used, although it wasn't long like the plug. It seemed I was either to be stretched wide or stuffed deep; I couldn't decide which was worse. Jake dressed me in another skirt and open fronted blouse and I twisted my hair up into a bun at my nape.
At breakfast, I looked longingly at my special chair, but my pussy was still too sore to consider using it. I realized, as I drank my coffee, that I was now thinking of my most intimate place as my pussy, my pleasure as coming and my back entrance as my ass. In the few days as Jake's wife, I saw changes in myself, and they were far greater than exposed breasts.
"Maura will be back to do the dishes and clean the house. I thought you might like a little bit of company."
I put the coffee cup down. "Like this?" I glanced down at my breasts, which, if I slumped my shoulders, would rest on the table. I'd been ever vigilant while I ate to prevent them from doing so and the humiliating experience of getting syrup on them again.
"Of course." He bit into a piece of bacon.
"People can't see me like this!"
"I do."
"You're my husband."
"Cole has," he countered.
"That was a mistake." I felt my cheeks heat at the memory.
"No, it wasn't. Sam and Cole have actually been staying away on purpose. They will see you like this, and in other ways, so you better get used to it."
I remembered Sam putting in my cork and I felt my nipples tighten. There was no way to hide that from Jake.
He grinned and stared at my breasts. "It's like that, is it?"
"Like what?" I attempted to cross my arms over my chest but it only lifted my breasts even higher. I quickly dropped my hands in my lap.
"The idea of Sam touching you is arousing." He watched me carefully.
I looked everywhere but at Jake.
He leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table. "You act all outraged and fuss about Cole or Sam seeing your breasts, but your body betrays you, sweetheart. Are you worried I'll be upset that you are aroused by my brothers?"
I swung my gaze to him, but couldn't speak.
"You are. Good girl."
My mouth fell open. "Good girl?"
He stood, carried his plate into the kitchen, returned. "They're not going to fuck you, so don't even think about that. But they'll have their hands on you, to be sure. This is a big ranch and there's only so much of me to go around. What happens if I couldn't get back to you last night like I had? Would you want me leaving you in that condition, all sore and needy?"
"Well," I sputtered.
"If I couldn't be here, I would make sure Sam or Cole kept you safe, tended to your needs."
"You'd let them...lick me?"
"Hell no. That pussy is mine. There's other ways to make you come. Don't worry. I'll take care of you. And that includes making sure someone else does when I'm not here." He stroked my hair. "As I said before, Maura will be coming by in a bit. You will not cover yourself. You will not touch your cork. Otherwise, I hope you have a good day. If you're not too sore, you may use your special chair. I will see you at dinner."
Maura arrived an hour later, catching me as I straddled the arm of the chair Jake had put me in the night before, my legs bent over each side as if I were riding a horse. I kept my shirts down and beneath me so that I didn't leave a telltale stain on the arm. My pussy dripped copiously and there was no way to stop it. It wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked. The soreness inside was diminished, and hopefully gone soon. I longed for Jake's cock. In the meantime, I avoided my special chair and decided to rub myself on the soft arm cushion instead. I was rocking my hips back and forth, pressing my clit against the surface, my breasts bouncing, when Maura found me.
"There you are! Oh, you poor dear," she said, surprising me at her sudden appearance. She was in her early thirties, long blond hair. She was tall and thin, willowy, quite beautiful and clearly happy.
She came in to the room and pulled up a chair to sit next to me. "It's all right. Really, it is."
I could only shake my head in disagreement.
"I found my pleasure in those first few months of my marriage by grasping hold of the bedpost and rubbing myself while standing there. I would also just lie back on the bed and touch myself. I never got anything accomplished."
"Really?" I sniffled.
"Really." She patted my hand. "I'm going to go into the kitchen and make us some tea. Make yourself come. You'll feel better. Then we'll have a little chat." She gave me a reassuring smile, then left me alone.
Knowing I couldn't leave myself wanting like I was, and regardless of the embarrassment, I rubbed myself to pleasure, trying to remain silent as I did so. It took a few minutes to pull myself together, but I couldn't linger. Having Maura see like this was bad enough; I didn't want her to seek me out. I adjusted my skirts and met Maura in the kitchen as if she hadn't caught me in a most compromising position. It was hard to look her in the eye, but then I saw that her bosom wasn't covered, but equally as exposed as mine, so I didn't feel so shameful, nor modest.
We sat across from each other at the table, the other woman sitting daintily in her seat, her body leaning slightly forward, her breasts thrust out in a way that was indicative of a full ass. It was a position I was quickly coming to recognize because I positioned myself in a similar fashion. "I'm sorry. It's almost impossible for me not to stare. I haven't really seen another woman's body before, and certainly not in the kitchen."