Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

He smiled. "Now, up on the bed."

I did as he bid, sitting on the edge of the soft mattress, then lying back carefully, trying not to bump the cork within my bottom, my lower legs hanging down off the side. I moaned when the cork shifted.

Jake came up and nudged my legs apart with his so he stood between my parted knees. He towered over me. "Put your feet up on the edge of the bed. I want to see my pussy."

I stared up at the ceiling as I considered the No Fucking agreement we'd made. Perhaps fucking wouldn't have been as bad as all this. My ignorance was only hindering me on my wedding night.

Knowing I had no choice in the matter - I was quickly learning my husband wasn't one to be trifled with - I lifted my feet up onto the mattress. Jake's big hands spread my knees, moving my feet so that I was spread obscenely wide. Everything, and I mean everything, was exposed.

Jake's face changed from stern taskmaster to heated from one heartbeat to the next. "Your pussy is perfect. So pink. So tight. I love seeing your ass stretched by the cork, knowing you're mine. I can see you're wet for me."

My face flamed with embarrassed heat at his words. I didn't know why I was damp down there, but I was. I could feel wetness seeping from my body, and he hadn't even touched me!

"Sweetheart, you please me so."

I looked up at his face. His dark eyes met mine. He smiled. Embarrassment faded away as I saw that I truly did please him.

He undid his belt, opened the flap on his pants and pulled himself free. "Have you ever seen a cock before?" he asked, running his closed fist up and down the length.

The sight of his male member transfixed me. It was huge! That was supposed to fit inside me? I could only shake my head. He stroked up the long length to just beneath the large protruding tip. It was dark, full of blood and almost angry looking. Thick veins ran up the length as he stroked himself, setting a pace that made his body tense. Sweat broke out on his forehead. I watched, transfixed for an indeterminate length of time, as Jake pumped his hand. He made a dark noise in the back of his throat as thick, white ropes of his seed arced from his...cock and onto my belly, my breasts. I gasped as the heated liquid touched my skin. His eyes were closed, his jaw tight until the last bit of his seed dripped from him.

When done, he looked at me, at my stained body. "Use your hands. Spread my seed on you."

Not sure what to do exactly, I dipped my fingers in the white liquid on my belly.

"Use your palms. Coat your stomach, your breasts. Lower. Spread it over your pussy."

I did as told, moving the quickly cooling seed over my torso and breasts with one hand, down into the curls above my woman's place with the other. Soon enough, it dried and I could feel my skin tighten, my nipples pucker.

"Beautiful."

"What about cleaning up?" I asked, looking down at myself, at the opaque sheen covering my body.

"Since I didn't plant my seed in your belly, it stays."

Chapter Three

Jake

I awoke to soft moaning and Catherine thrashing in bed beside me. It was still dark, the room only lit by the soft glow of the moon. I rolled to my back and smiled to myself when she curled up in a ball and groaned. Good. Besides the pills themselves, the doctor had given me a concoction for just such adversity. I'd slipped it into her food at dinner it was working well. There was no sickness from the water. Her dinner had been laced with dried, ground up roots that brought on stomach pains and nausea. Short lasting, but surely miserable.

The pill I planned to shove deep in her ass every day wasn't any kind of medicine, as I'd told her. The object was the oily aphrodisiac with a thick coating of beeswax. The town doctor supplied all the husbands in town. The man had seen it all, knew what was needed to aid in training new wives. The pill would slowly soften inside from the warmth of a woman's body, releasing the herbs that aided in arousal while providing a slippery pathway for a cock or plug. It would keep Catherine's ass well lubricated at all times for corking or fucking. Whatever I chose.

I knew Catherine would battle me over the pill, over the corking. What woman wouldn't? Ultimate submission was best achieved when a wife became completely dependent on her spouse. Having her ass corked or plugged was a simple and effective way to do that. The humiliation she'd feel at the insertion, knowing people could tell her ass was full by the way she walked, that I'd have to rem

ove it for her, would be hard, at least in the near term, at least until she was dazed with her arousal.

To begin her training, she would spend a long night suffering from stomach pains, miserable enough to believe she needed the pill to keep from becoming sick again, and not to question that I knew what was best for her.

I dozed throughout the night, waking as Catherine shifted in constant discomfort. I tended to her, rubbed my hand across her sweaty brow to soothe her, but I could do nothing for her until the effects wore off. This occurred just around dawn, the soft sunlight brightening the room with pinks and golds.

"Feeling better?" I asked as I looked down at her from where I stood at the side of the bed, doing up the last buttons on my shirt.

The sheets were tangled about her legs, her body damp and sweaty. She was too tired, too worn down to even care that her naked body was completely exposed. Her eyes were closed, but she nodded her head.

"Here, have a drink. You must be thirsty." I held out a glass of water.

Her eyes flew open with glassy fear and shifted away from me. "No! Please. I can't have that water. It made me so sick."