Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) Page 9

  "Mrs. Carter, would you mind helping Catherine find some new blouses? I believe she'd enjoy a few in pretty colors."

  Catherine blushed hotly. No doubt she knew the older couple was aware of her predicament in the training blouse.

  "Of course. The selection is over here." Mrs. Carter pointed toward the back of the store as she came out from behind the counter. Mr. Carter and I watched as our wives walked away.

  "You have her well in hand," Mr. Carter said. "She looks...miserable."

  I couldn't help but chuckle. "That she is."

  "It's only been, what? A week? She'll learn quickly."

  I nodded. "Her resistance is minor in comparison to what the doctor had warned me about. She's in fact, quite submissive. I'm well pleased with her."

  "Then placing that ad was a smart move," Mr. Carter replied.

  "Yes, thanks for your help with that. The available women in town are accustomed to our ways. I wanted to train a wife from scratch, and it's working."

  Mr. Carter nodded in the way of a man who'd been married for thirty years. He also had two daughters, both now married, and he knew what it took to train a woman.

  "I've heard Cole's time is approaching." It was a small town. The men knew what was what.

  "Mr. Bowers has been letting his wife deal with Tessa, and I've heard that's not going well. I wouldn't be surprised that Cole will step in at her next infraction."

  "She'll be a hard one to break," Mr. Carter commented as we watched the women return, Catherine holding a folded pale blue blouse.

  "Yes, he'll have his hands full. But that's his problem. I have my own woman to tame."

  Two hours later, we were riding back to the ranch in the wagon. The vast prairie spread out around us, open and vacant, a beautiful night.

  "Stop, Jake. Please stop."

  I tugged on the reins, easing the horses to a halt. "What's the matter?" I asked, worried.

  Catherine began to cry. "I can't take it."

  I looked her up and down. Hips thrust forward, shoulders shifting, sweaty skin, tear stained cheeks.

  "I don't want this blouse. Please take it off."

  I wiped away a tear. "I don't have a scarf like Mrs. Carter wore to cover you."

  She nodded her head emphatically. "I don't care. Please, it's awful. Take it off."

  I set the brake and hopped down from the wagon, coming around to help Catherine down as well. Undoing the tiny buttons down the front, I spun her around and undid the ones at the back. I tugged the material from her shoulders and down her arms, the material clinging to her damp skin.

  "Turn around," I murmured.

  She did, but she kept her head lowered. Her pale breasts were dotted with a pink rash that spread across her silky skin. Her nipples were red, the puffy tips swollen and inflamed. No real harm had been caused, but the chafing must feel awfully sore.

  I lowered to my knees so my face was in line with her tortured breasts. "Is that better?" She nodded, making her breasts jiggle. "Are your nipples sore?"

  She nodded again.

  "Let me see if I can make them feel better." I didn't put my hands upon them, only my mouth, and only in the most gentle of ways as I licked the tips. I sucked softly and she moaned. Switching sides, I tended to the other inflamed nipple. As I went from one to the other, I had Catherine crying out, begging me to let her come.

  I stood and opened the placket on my pants. My cock was hard, my balls tight against my body. Seeing her nipples all plump and red had me ready to come in my pants. "You can come when I fuck you."

  Catherine's passion filled eyes flared with heat. "Yes please, Jake."

  "Turn around and hold on to the side of the wagon."

  She immediately complied, bending over. I tossed her skirt and saw her pussy lips plump and wet. She was ready for me there, but she was to be denied. Today's lesson on who was in charge of her body would soon be reinforced. "This cork is too big to fuck around." I gently pulled at it and worked it from her body. She gave resistance, her muscles there fighting to let go. Finally, after a minute or two of working it, the large cork slipped out. Her ass gaped open, a dark hole that was wide and ready to be fucked.

  Catherine groaned. "I can't...I can't, oh no!"

  "Sweetheart?" I watched as she tried to squeeze her ass shut. It was a sight to behold.

  "I can't close up." She began to sob.

  I couldn't resist. I touched her stretched opening with one finger, slid it in, the ring of muscle not even touching the tip. Within, I felt the remnants of the pill, slick and wet. I pulled some out and rimmed her loose hole.

  "What should we do? Do you want me to put the cork back in?"

  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at me with worried eyes.

  "Please, that cork's too big. Look what it's done to me!"

  Yes, I was looking at what it had done. She was beautifully stretched open, all ready for her virgin ass to be fucked. Fucked so that she would not hurt, so her tender flesh would not tear or rip. I wanted her to know her ass was mine, but that didn't mean I had to be rough with her. Like I told my brothers, she was gentle. And she needed gentle guidance - and a very stretched ass.

  "Maybe if I fuck it, it will close back up?" I asked, looking at Catherine as if she – and not me - knew the answer. Nothing but time would close it up, not that she needed to know that. She considered, but remained silent. She scrunched up her face as she clenched down. Nothing, only a minor reduction in the size of the opening. Looking down, she glanced at my cock, now so hard it curved up to practically touch my navel. The head was engorged and an angry red.

  "Yes, all right," she sobbed. I'd mentioned fucking her ass only a few times when I first corked her, but had let the topic drop. Until now.

  "Spread your legs," I ordered as I stepped directly behind her, lining my cock up to her well-widened opening. It was slick and well greased, ready for me. My broad head only stretched her a bit and slid in easily. Having her back passage coated so thoroughly from the pill, I didn't even have to work my way in. I slid deep with just one thrust, so incredibly hot and wet around me. My balls slapped against her clit and she came instantly, her fingers digging into the side of the wagon. With a silent scream, I felt her juices seep from her empty slit, coating my balls.

  I didn't stop pumping as she continued to climax, working her ass as hard as I would her pussy, the relaxed muscles there making it easy to do so, clearly not hurting her.

  Her hands slipped from the wagon's edge and I held her about the waist, lowering her gently into the tall grass, my cock still buried deep. She slumped down, sated, with her ass in the air as I took up pistoning my hips once again. I used my finger to rim her loosened muscle that surrounded my cock and felt it tighten ever so slightly. Catherine moaned when I did so, but I moved my fingers lower, to slip into her sopping pussy. She began to push back against me, riding my fingers as well as my cock. I came hard, shooting ropes of my seed deep into her hot ass, pulsing as if it would never stop. Catherine came again as I filled her, my fingers curling over her special spot inside.

  Slowly, I pulled my cock out and watched as her ass closed up, only partially, as my cum trickled out. With her knees tucked beneath her, she lay semi-conscious, her sweaty face on her forearms.

  I knelt behind her, catching my breath, wiping my own sweat from my face. "Did that help?" I asked, once recovered. Catherine's virgin ass fucking and the sight of her gaping ass dripping with my seed was a moment I would never forget.

  I watched as she clenched, but she still couldn't close up all the way. Her body was refusing to do as she bid. I controlled it. The large cork I put in, prevented it. Every part of her body was at my whim. She shook her head against her forearm.

  Running my fingers through my seed, I rubbed it around her ass, dipped in for just a moment, then slid into her pussy. Gently, very gently I touched her, almost soothing her well worked flesh. When she started to shift her hips into my touch, I knew she was ready again. I loved
the daily pill and how it made her insatiable.

  Since I first laid eyes on Catherine, I swear my cock was always hard, always in a state of readiness to fuck. And when her ass was the orifice to be fucked, my cock wouldn't be denied. "It's working. It closed up a little, sweetheart."

  I pushed my cock against her, pushed easily in. My copious seed made her unbelievably slick. "I might need to fuck it a few more times to get it to close completely." I pushed all the way in and held myself still, her wet heat alone driving me to the brink of coming. Would I ever get enough?

  Catherine groaned, her eyes closed, her face damp. "Yes, Jake."

  Chapter Eight

  Catherine

  We returned to the ranch as the sun was setting. I was leaning against Jake, his body supporting my weight as I was boneless after the hours we spent fucking in the grass. After three times, like Jake said, my ass finally closed. As I rode, I clenched my bottom tightly, appreciative of that simple act. I savored my ass having nothing holding it open, as Jake felt the copious amount of seed dripping out of me would be reminder enough that I was his.

  My breasts were still tender, but with the irritating blouse off, the rash that covered my skin was almost gone. My tender nipples, though, were still red and chafed. It just felt good to have nothing against my skin there. It had been so hot, so miserably itchy and uncomfortable in the suffocating and coarse blouse. Jake had made me wear it as an obvious lesson, showing me there were predicaments worse than having my breasts exposed.

  Sam and Cole came out of the barn at the sound of the horses and met us. I could only imagine my appearance; my hair was tangled about my shoulders, bits of grass no doubt mixed within, no blouse, chafed nipples, a stained and rumpled skirt.

  Cole came to my side and held out his hands. I had no choice but to have him grasp my waist and help me down. I flushed as he gazed at my breasts, which were momentarily at eye level as he lowered me, but there was nothing I could do. Tears would gain me nothing and I had no interest in donning that miserable full blouse ever again. I stepped back, hands folded in front of me.

  Jake and Sam grabbed the supplies from the back of the wagon.

  "Help her, will you, Cole?"

  He arched a brow at his brother in silent question.

  "Clean clothes and a new cork." Jake tossed something in the air across the back of the wagon and Cole caught it, held it up. Gave a low whistle. "The smallest size this time," my husband added.

  "Will a little one stay in?" Cole asked, checking out the huge cork I'd used, then glanced at me. "This big one didn't stretch you open, darlin'?"

  I looked to Jake with pleading eyes, not wanting to answer his brother, but the look he gave me had me answering quickly. "Yes, yes it did." I looked down at the dusty ground.

  "Had to fuck her ass three times to get it to close up."

  Mortified, I turned and headed toward the house, hoping to never leave its four walls again. It had been a most trying day.

  Even as I walked away, the men's words drifted over the soft wind so I could hear.

  "She'll be full of my seed, so get that cork in there so it stays. No question who she belongs to now."

  "Hand me her blouse. I'll put it back on her," Cole said.

  My nipples tingled at the idea. I glanced back in slight panic.

  Jake held up the full blouse, tossing it to Cole. "Catherine can decide which blouse she wants to wear."

  "I like her nipples all red like that," Sam added, adjusting himself in his pants.

  I certainly didn't!

  I ran at their words, but slowed when my breasts started to bounce uncomfortably. A small gush of seed trickled out my ass and I clenched down. When I did, places that Jake had touched with his cock tingled, making my clit enlarge and pulse with new arousal. I gasped and it stopped me in my tracks. I needed...I needed Jake's cock again. Oh God, I needed to come again. Arousal never seemed to diminish now. I could come, and my need would be slaked, but only briefly. It was all too soon that I became fixated on coming again - like just such a moment. Maybe I could rub myself to completion before Cole came in if I hurried. With one hand on top of my breasts, I quickened my steps.

  I made it as far as the dining room, about to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I stopped in my tracks. My special chair sat there, as if waiting for me. I looked at the wooden cock that obscenely rose from the seat and I felt hot all of a sudden. My sore nipples tightened, my pussy clenched at the idea of sinking upon it. I'd liked―no, loved, the ass fucking, but it had left my pussy empty. Lonely. It needed a cock. Cole would be in soon, but he couldn't fuck me. I didn't want him to. I wanted Jake, but he was busy unloading supplies to take care of me.

  Jake had said that I could use the special chair anytime I wished. He hadn't been mad the other times I'd ridden upon it, so I didn't think he'd mind now. My need to come outweighed all other considerations, even Cole's imminent arrival, so I went over to the chair, lifted my skirt and straddled the seat. Shimmying down, I lined the thick dildo up with my slick pussy and lowered myself. I closed my eyes and groaned, my fingers digging into the seat back at the unbelievable relief. I was filled.

  My inner muscles clenched down and squeezed the dildo as I rocked my hips, pushing my clit into the seat. I didn't lift up, just twisted and shifted my body, rubbing my clit, harder and harder against the hard wood.

  I heard the door shut behind me. I whipped my head around as Cole approached, lowered himself into a chair next to me, his legs stretched out in front of him. Relaxed. "Don't stop for me, darlin'." He grinned.

  I didn't know what to do. I could climb off the dildo and walk away, but he knew what I'd been doing. Walking away would only prevent me from gaining my release. He wasn't mad. He wasn't anything but interested. Pleased, even, that I wanted to pleasure myself. I was close. So close to coming that I just gave up all pretenses. I should be bothered that I was riding a wooden cock. I should be bothered that Cole was watching. I should, but I couldn't be. All I wanted was to come. So I closed my eyes and worked myself on the dildo. It didn't take long; once I let go of my inhibitions and just used the chair for what it was for―my pleasure― I screamed my release. I dropped my head forward onto the seat back and tried to catch my breath. Cole's big hand ran over my hair, down my back.

  "Jake will be so proud of you, darlin'. You're such a good girl," Cole crooned.

  Once I calmed down enough, I tilted my face to look at Cole. He was so close I could smell his spicy scent. Cloves, perhaps. He was still grinning at me.

  "Let's get you all fixed up like Jake said, then I've got something for you. Might make things a bit easier."

  He was so calm, so easygoing, that I didn't let embarrassment take over this time. He didn't mind that I'd just fucked a wooden cock. He didn't mind that my breasts were exposed. He didn't mind that I was his brother's wife. It was normal for him. Was this my new normal?

  I stood slowly and we both heard the slurping sounds of the dildo slipping from my pussy. "You're always slippery wet like that, aren't you?"

  I clenched my inner muscles. "Yes," I answered as we climbed the stairs. It was as if my body couldn't be otherwise.

  He pointed to the bar without comment, so I grabbed hold and he inserted the smallest size cork into my empty ass. "I bet you're a little sore here, darlin'. You're all red and swollen like you've been well fucked." It was true, it was a little sore having the cork put in, but it wasn't uncomfortable, not after the one I'd worn all day. This one was...fine. As Cole found a blouse and helped me into it, crisscrossed the straps beneath my breasts and buttoned in the back, I realized I liked the feel of the cork. It was a presence that never went away. Its weight, its heft was becoming familiar, normal. There was that word again. Normal.

  "You're beautiful, darlin'. Everything Jake had hoped for and then some." He winked at me. "Nipples still chafed?"

  I looked down at the puffy, pink tips. "Yes. That blouse was awful."

  Taking the ointment jar off t
he shelf, he removed the lid and held the container out to me. "Here, put some on your fingers and rub it in. It'll make them feel better."

  Looking at the contents, I did as he suggested. The men hadn't guided me poorly yet. I'd only done that to myself. The ointment was greasy and slick. I ran it tentatively over one nipple, then the other. It was soothing, and the air touching the wet tips felt cool. The only problem was that my ministrations were making me aroused again. I liked having my nipples played with. I'd even come that one time from just playing with them.

  Cole had gone to the shelf and fiddled with a plug as I worked my nipples. "Here, darlin'. Hold out your wrist." I did as asked and he slipped a leather loop over my hand with a large plug dangling from it. "There. That chair of yours isn't very convenient. Now wherever the need overtakes you, you can fuck yourself with this."

  We heard the front door close, then footsteps.

  "We're up here!" Cole called out. I just stared at the hanging plug. When Jake came in, Cole said, "She's all fixed up, even put some ointment on her nipples. Just her hair is left."

  I ran my hand over loose curls, saw the plug up close as I did so. Jake took it in his hand. "This is a good idea," he said, before letting me put my arm back down.

  "The Bowers family is coming for dinner, don't forget. Maura's been cooking up a storm in my kitchen."

  His brother spoke, but Jake only had eyes for me. "We'll be there."

  Cole nodded and left us alone.

  "Over to the bar."

  I gave him a confused expression, but did as he said. He lifted my skirt and his finger followed the edge of the cork in circles. "Did I hurt you earlier?"