Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

I nodded. "Tell him much appreciated."

"You haven't fucked her yet," Sam said. "You don't have that look of a well-fucked male."

I couldn't help but feel a little sheepish. "When I first laid eyes on her, I was a little gobsmacked. She was afraid, and I promised her I wouldn't fuck her right away because I knew the pill would soon have her mind thinking otherwise. Don't worry, I gave her a very pleasurable reward for her progress." I pointed to my bloodstained pants.

"That's the way to tame a woman!" Cole told me. "Keep her coming and she'll do whatever you want."

I looked to my cousin, my brothers and the mare. They seemed to have things well in hand. They definitely did not need me. "Grant, why the hell am I here? I've got a wife to fuck."

"Hell if I know, Jake," Grant replied. "Hell if I know."

I expected to find being married nothing more than my life beforehand, only with the addition of a woman in the house who I could touch, play with, and fuck anytime I wished. I'd looked forward to dominating her, to controlling her body like I would steer a buggy horse. I'd think of her while I worked the land only when I had a cock stand and needed relief, otherwise she'd be forgotten.

But as I walked back to the house, I thought of my new bride. I thought of how I admired her fire, her determination to question me at every juncture. I found myself smiling as I remembered her face when I told her that her ass was to be corked at all times. And most importantl

y, I found myself hard at the memory of her face when she'd found her first pleasure. I'd been the one to give it to her. And she'd let me. Who was the one submitting?

So after cleaning up at the pump in front of the barn, I was eager to see my wife, not just because I would fuck her for the first time, but because I wanted to see her face as she continued to discover the pleasures of her body. The way she looked at her thrust breasts in wonder, waiting for the moment when she realized she could be shame-free in their exposure. The way she shifted her hips to accommodate my cork. The flicker of emotions as she learned to live with this new adornment. What would I see there next?

I found her asleep on top of our bed, tucked up on her side, still fully dressed. Her skirt was a billowy pool about her legs, her breasts exposed, her nipples full and plump. Ah, I loved being able to see them!

As I knelt on the bed, she awoke, her eyes full of uncertainty. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

She was worried, fearful of me. I'd made her so, and that was wrong of me. "It's all right, sweetheart. You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've been perfect. Look at you, so beautiful in your new clothes. But it's time to take them off. It's time for me to fuck my wife."

Her eyes flared, not in fear, but with heat. Ah, the ingredients in the pill had been absorbed by her body.

I stood and held out my hand. Silently, she took it and I helped her to stand before me. I couldn't help but brush my palms over her pink nipples as I watched them tighten. She gasped and her eyes fell closed. Her lashes were so dark against her pale cheeks. "Like that?"

I turned her to face away from me. She just nodded as I unbuttoned her blouse and unwrapped it from around her waist to let it from her shoulders. I opened her skirt next and let them both fall to the floor, then dealt with the ties of her corset. "Over to the bar, sweetheart, to remove that cork."

Her compliance was immediate, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was docile, or because she wanted the cork out. At this point, my cock was so hard I didn't even waste time considering. Momentarily, I savored the sight of her body in position at the bar, the stretched ass, the pendulous breasts, and I quickly and gently pulled the cork free as I watched her ass remain open, her cheeks clenching to try and make it close.

Helping her up, I said, "Go to the washroom. Bathe. Take your time. I'll be right here when you get back."

She returned sooner than I expected, smelling like the flowery soap I'd purchased just for her. Her hair was long down her back, but brushed and pulled into a loose braid. Modesty had her fidgeting, as she was not used to being completely naked in front of me. I, too, had shed my clothes and she was able to take her fill of my body for the first time. She'd seen my cock, but that was it. It had only been a day and I was enjoying her awakening immensely.

"Do you have any idea what happens when we fuck?"

"Just that your...um, cock goes inside me."

"That's right. There are many different ways for that to happen. I'm going to spread those pussy lips and push my cock in deep. I can see them all swollen and wet from here." I pointed at the juncture of her thighs. "You are wet, aren't you, sweetheart?"

She looked down at her body as if she'd never seen her pussy before.

"Touch your pussy."

She was surprisingly compliant and slipped her right hand down between her thighs.

"Did you find your clit? The hard little nub that makes you feel all tingly and good?" I paused and watched. She gasped. "I can see you did. Good girl. You can play with it whenever you want. Now slip a finger inside." Her hand moved back and a finger pushed in deep. "That's where my cock is going to go. Now, show me your fingers."

She lifted them into the air and I could see her slickness, could see the lowered lids, the blur of passion in her gaze. "Lick them."

Her pink tongue darted out and cleaned them. I talked her through all of this while I pumped my hand up and down my cock.

"Enough. Get over here on your knees and grab hold of the headboard." I wanted to be balls deep in her when I came, and that was going to be soon. A man could only take so much.

With her glistening pussy and tight nipples, she crawled up onto the bed and gripped the brass finials of the bed frame.