Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

I tensed and struggled, but he didn't let me up, nor relent on his cleaning. He continued his ministrations as if we didn't have an audience. I turned my head slightly and peeked through my tousled hair. Sam stood in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the space. He was sweaty and dusty as if he'd just come from the barn.

“You wanted to know when the mare was ready to foal,” Sam said, his gaze raking over my prone body.

I clenched at his voice and felt the slippery wetness coating my little back hole.

“The pill was a little messy,” Jake told them as if speaking about a recalcitrant child, moving the cloth lower over my pussy. "She refused her cork."

“Oh, baby, that's a shame,” Sam said, sounding disappointed the pill had seeped out. I buried my face in the blanket and wept.

"I was about to clean her up, get her pill and cork in, then shave her, but since the mare's foaling, I can do the shaving later."

I cried out, not in tears, but in surprise, when Jake brushed over a spot between my spread legs. He'd spread the slippery ointment around so that it coated my entire woman's core, my bottom. I couldn't help but to shift into his touch, all but writhing in his lap at the instant pleasure. What was that? I raised up on my elbows to turn and look at Jake. I felt my face flush, my hair wild and in my eyes.

“What's happening to me?” I gasped, confused.

“Is there something wrong, sweetheart? I cleaned it all up.”

I shook my head, completely confused. I was laying over my husband's lap, naked, with his brother watching. His brother!

"Please, I don't want Sam to see me like this!"

"Then you shouldn't have let the medicine seep out." Jake sighed, and I felt his disappointment keenly.

Jake helped me to stand back up as Sam watched.

I was naked while he was fully dressed. I tried to shield my breasts and felt a tingling, an ache in my nipples. I brushed my palms over the tips and cried out with a surprise wave of pleasure. It felt so good. I moaned and glanced at the Jake. He was smiling at me. I dropped my hands to my sides and squeezed them tightly into fists.

"I need to hear the words, Catherine," Jake said, in a deep tone I was coming to recognize he used when he was disappointed with me. "You want the pill shoved in your ass and held in there with a cork?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, drawing up the courage to say the words. "Yes, Jake."

“That's my girl,” he replied, his voice warm.

He didn't yell, didn't shout, but I knew when he was displeased, which seemed quite frequent even though we'd been married less than a day. At those moments, I felt terrible, guilty. Ashamed. But when he praised, it lit me up inside, like a candle brightening a dark room. I would try my best to do as Jake said, for he seemed to know what I needed now. I wanted to please him, to please all of them. Montana was a new world to me. Marriage was new to me as well, and Jake's expectations were a surprise. He’d been nothing but kind, and I'd only been contrary to him. But adding his brothers into this new life by letting them see me, naked and exposed? I was completely out of my element, completely lost, and my body was betraying me. How could I fight the feelings of my body?

“Grab hold of the bar then,” Jake added.

If only Mr. Beecham could see me now! One small button at my neck was an irrelevant gesture of indecency in comparison to being naked under the eyes of the Bridger men. I had no doubt Cole would see me in compromising positions as well. What my husband was doing to me went beyond any consideration of intimacy I ever considered between a married couple. I was to let him do this to me every day knowing his brothers might appear at any time? I was supposed to revel in having something wedged inside of me? The man might be handsome and pleasing to the eye, but this had me reconsidering. But later. For now, it appeared I was to have my bottom filled.

Chapter Four

Jake

Catherine took a deep breath, nodding her final acceptance of the cork. The nod made her breasts bounce ever so slightly. Did she know her nipples were tight and hard and a bright shade of pink from her awakening arousal? With her standing, I could see between her thighs that her large pussy lips were full and swollen, and her clit was pushing out toward us, as if it wanted one of us to rub it.

She immediately obeyed, her brain already partially focused on the pulsing need within her body. The aphrodisiac was even in the ointment I spread over her hole and used to work my fingers, then the pill, deep inside her ass, and was beginning to take effect. The pill, although it had softened and seeped out, was a large honeymoon dose, as the doctor called it, extra large with the dried, ground up plant to make her arousal progress swiftly. It was for the first few days of marriage to help aid in a wife's quick submission. I would have to watch her closely and switch to the smaller pill when I found her level of arousal satisfactory. That would come when she was begging me to fuck her, when she would docilely accept my control of her body without question.

“Sam's going to fill you this time, sweetheart."

"What? No, Jake. Please, no." Catherine's voice was pleading, and I could see tears streak down her face once again.

"You should have thought of that when you didn't listen to me. Besides, Sam's going to marry shortly and he needs the practice for when he does this to his own wife. Think of this as not just training for you, but training for him as well.”

"No, no. That's not right," she said, her voice frantic.

"Catherine," I said, my voice low in a tone she would come to recognize as one where I would not be accommodating. "Who thought it was best to skip her medicine?"

"I did," she sobbed.