Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

"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!"