Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden 2)

She glanced at the floor. "When I was much younger," she whispered.

I felt relief knowing she'd only dabbled in youthful transgressions. Using one finger, I tipped her chin up so she met my gaze. "Did your body respond to him like it does for me? Did your nipples tighten? Did your pussy become slick and wet? Did you ache?"

Her pupils dilated at my words, her nipples tightened. Oh, so responsive! She shook her head, murmured, "No, Cole."

"Good, then I won't have to kill him," I grumbled, then tipped the corner of my mouth up in a grin to reassure her I wasn't serious--feeling jealous of a mere boy. Why was I so disturbed that even a kiss was taken by another? I picked up her corset and wrapped it around her body. "You're mine, Tessa." I lowered my head to hers, our lips meeting, making sure she only gave her kisses to me.

"Yes, Cole," she replied, breathlessly.

Standing behind her, I adjusted it carefully so that her breasts were fully supported by the front of the corset, yet completely exposed. Adjusting the laces, I tightened it, then tied it securely. I moved around to inspect her, making sure I'd put it on properly: snug, yet comfortable. Her head was lowered to stare at her very erect, very exposed breasts. She was absolutely stunning. Being so large, the corset lifted her breasts up and out. Her waist was so narrow, so trim that her breasts appeared even larger. And without her drawers, I could see her pussy lips bare and glistening. It was too much for a man to abstain.

"Over to the bar again," I growled. I couldn't help it. "I need to fuck you, darlin'. You're too irresistible to resist. Bend as you've learned and don't let go."

It must have been the deep timbre of my voice, or maybe the intensity in my gaze, but Tessa complied without question. I undid my pant's placket as I stared at her pussy lips, all red and swollen. When she bent over, they opened as if beckoning to me. I moved to stand directly behind her and pulled out my cock, growing thicker and longer as I bumped the head against her slick opening.

"Just the sight of you makes me want to fuck you, darlin'. You're irresistible." With those words, I thrust my hips and buried my cock to the hilt. The cork in her ass made her opening even smaller and I felt the hard edge rub against my cock. She gasped at the forceful intrusion. "You want this. Your pussy is wet. Your lips there are open and swollen all but inviting me in."

I pulled almost out, then pushed in, my breathing becoming heavy as if I'd run the distance to the stable. Her walls clamped about me and she shifted her hips. "You were made for me to fuck you."

"Yes," she whispered. "Oh yes."

Again and again I pummeled her depths and she began to push back against me, meeting me as I thrust deep so I could brush against her clit.

"You need this, don't you, Tessa? You need me to fuck you."

"Yes!" she cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise--and I hadn't even touched her clit. I saw a sheen of sweat form on her back, felt a rush of wetness seep from her and I pistoned even harder. With her body so greedy for my cock, it wasn't long before I came, pumping my seed into her depths.

Her head slumped down, her breathing deep, her hair, having come out of the pretty ribbon, ran down over her shoulders. So wanton, so lusty. So mine.

Tessa

I awoke with a start. I was tucked back in bed, the blanket pulled up over my nakedness. Well, almost nakedness as I still donned the corset. The last I remember was a pleasure so intense I'd slumped down, my fingers so slippery on the bar I could barely hold on. Cole had wanted me again. He'd fucked me again...and I'd wanted it. No, more than that, I'd needed it. The way he looked at me, how his eyes darkened and his cheeks turned ruddy, his jaw clenching tightly as he gazed upon my body, had me ache for him. I felt my pussy--that was his word for down there--all wet, as if preparing for his cock.

Oh, his cock! It did such amazing things. How that hard piece of flesh could fill me so completely, yet bump and rub against some secret spots inside me that lit me up like dry tinder on a bonfire. I just wanted to obey. God, I wanted to do

what he told me. I never...absolutely never...wanted to do what my parents demanded. Perhaps it was because they enforced their words with cruel verbal barbs or a biting belt. Cole, he reinforced his words with...pleasure. I didn't want the cork in my ass, but he'd fucked me with it in and it rubbed something. Somewhere. Oh!

Where was Cole? I listened, but the house was quiet. I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep. I'd just woken up only an hour ago. Why was fucking so exhausting? I couldn't help but giggle. I was worn out by pleasure. And the way Cole kept coming back for more, again and again, the way he said how much I pleased him, clearly he couldn't be denied. He used my body, took his pleasure from me, but in turn, made me feel...cherished, amazing...his.

I sat up at the side of the bed, shifting forward to alleviate the pressure on the cork. Oh! I couldn't clench closed. But when I tried, there was a tingling, an empty need in my pussy. That place that he'd rubbed, touched pulsed with renewed need.

And my breasts! I'd never seen them so obscenely displayed. This was how he wanted them? I had to admit, they were supported well and not at all uncomfortable, but they weren't covered! Cole liked it though, the way he gazed upon them, then quickly fucked me after.

I shifted, a little sore from the times he'd taken me. My maidenhead was now gone--he'd pushed through without much gentleness, however he'd wrought great pleasure from my body soon after.

This morning, I'd had to ... oh God. I covered my lips with my fingers, remembering the feel of his cock filling my mouth. I had no idea women even did things like that. But he'd liked it. The way his jaw had tightened, his hips had thrust, had been so eager to fill my mouth.

I didn't know what would happen, but when he went in so far that I coughed and sputtered, he climaxed. I'd almost choked on his copious seed. The taste of him had been salty and musky and with him almost to the back of my throat, he'd given me no option but to swallow. It had been too much. He was too much. Overwhelming. I was to service him in that way every morning? I wasn't good at it. I'd tried to swallow it all, but I hadn't known it would come out in my mouth like it had. The sated expression on his face when I'd finished had settled my worry; I'd pleased him, even in my fumbling.

I heard a quiet knock on the front door. Cole! I stood and dashed into the living room and saw Maura as she peeked her head around the doorway. I knew of her, saw her in the congregation at the wedding, but had never been formally introduced. I startled at the sight of her, realizing I was all but naked with Cole's seed down my thighs.

"Get out! You don't belong here!" I tried to cover myself, but my hands couldn't cover everything. Mortification washed over me. Was everyone to see me undressed?

"Cole is in the stable with his brothers and asked me to bring by some food for lunch," she murmured, averting her eyes, even though I knew she'd caught a glimpse of my body. She was older than I by about a decade, with blond hair pulled back into a bun. She was quite pretty, but she looked upset. Good, she should be.

"That's right, you are the foreman's wife," I told her in my most superior tone, although it didn't have much gravitas as I was unclothed. "I'm in charge of this household now and you will leave."

She didn't say more and pulled the door shut behind her. I sighed with relief, alone once again, not wanting her to see me this way. I was embarrassed and at a loss on how to express that. I found the small pile of clothes still upon the dining table. Unfolding the skirt, I stepped into it, slid it up my legs and buttoned it about my waist. I frowned at the lack of drawers. Donning the white blouse, I slipped one arm, then the other into the long sleeves. There were no buttons on the front, only two long panels that hung down to about my knees. I tried to ascertain how the front was closed, but after about five minutes of fumbling, I gave up, leaving the front open. I was covered better than before; it was a good start at the return of my modesty.