Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

My small digits weren't enough. My skin was damp with sweat, my pulse frantic at my neck. I wanted Jake's cock. That was what I needed, what I craved. Oh God! I was in heat. Just like the animals on their ranch. The ache intensified.

Jake's gaze burned into me. He knelt there, waited, as if he knew what I needed but wanted me to say. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I grabbed his shoulder. "I...Jake, I need your cock."

"Again, sweetheart?"

I nodded my head with such fervor it made Jake grin.

"Remember I've got a treat for you? Let me up and I'll get it for you." I let go of him and he stood, went and got another chair, placed it in front of me. “Is this what you want?”

I stared at the chair, transfixed. It was just like the one in which I sat, but it had a cock, a wooden cock attached to the seat. It stood straight up, thick and proud, just like Jake's.

Confused, I glanced up at Jake. "Sweetheart, I've got to go out and work the ranch. I've spent the morning filling you with my seed, but the ranch doesn't stop for your greedy pussy. Today, I need to move cattle to the north pasture. Tomorrow it might be to brand. I'm not going to be here to fuck you like you need. Hell, if I could, I'd keep you in bed and be balls deep in you all the time."

I flushed hotly at the very idea.

"But I can't. So this chair's for you. Anytime you need, you can fuck the chair."

Fuck the chair? I glanced at the wooden phallus. The idea of putting that shaft of smooth wood deep within I felt wetness seep down my thighs. My nipples hardened impossibly further.

“Yes. Oh god, yes,” I cried out. Jake helped me to stand and adjusted the special chair next to me.

“Such a good girl. Just lift your skirt and let your body do what it wants,” Jake told me.

I did as told, lifting the long fabric and bunching it up, but it was only in the way and an annoying distraction. Frustrated, I had to remove it. All I wanted was to sit on that wooden cock and the obstinate buttons wouldn't come free. I finally was able to push it down and off me so I stood just in my corset. Since it didn't offer any amount of modesty, I was all but naked.

“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