“Shall we pray?” She asked. Nathaniel nodded and folded his hands and lowered his head.
“Heavenly father, we thank you for this bounty before us and we thank your humble creatures for giving their lives so that we may eat. Amen.”
“Amen.” Abigail added.
“I spent a little time in town today as well.” Nathaniel scooped up a mouthful of pie on to his spoon and blew on it softly.
“Oh yes?” Abigail asked as she took her own spoonful of pie. Nathaniel nodded.
“Yes, I went to see the Minister McCall.” Nathaniel slid his spoon into his mouth. Abigail frowned.
“Minister McCall? Whatever for?” Nathaniel chewed his mouthful of food slowly.
“To ask how soon we might be married.” He said after swallowing. Abigail stared at him, the furrows in her brow only getting deeper.
“Who might be married?” She said, letting her spoon drop to the table. Nathaniel smiled broadly.
“You and I.” Pushing his chair back from the table he walked over to Abigail and knelt down on one knee.
“Abigail, these past few months with you have been the best months of my life. I do not think that I can live without your companionship, without your love and I do not want us to live in sin.” Reaching out, he took her hand in his. “Abigail, will you be my wife?” Abigail took a deep breath in, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. She nodded slowly.
“Two are better than one…” She said through her tears. Nathaniel brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
“…because they have a good reward for their toil.” He finished the Bible verse for her and stood up beside her. As he stood, Abigail stood as well and threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh Nathaniel, I so hoped that we might be together again!” She squeezed him tightly and he laughed gently. “All day I had worried that I might never enjoy your company in the same way again. I couldn’t imagine my life without you by my side!” Leaning back she looked into Nathaniel’s cool blue eyes and then leaning forward she pressed her lips against his.
It was only a few short days later when Abigail and Nathaniel stood before Minister McCall in front of the cabin in the afternoon sun. Saying their vows under God the two swore to love and to cherish each other all the days of their lives while Doc. Jacobson watched on. It was a small ceremony with only Nathaniel’s parents and the Doc. present, but Abigail knew that her father was present in spirit as she gave her heart to Nathaniel in the eyes of God.
As Nathaniel had slipped the small ring on to her finger, she had felt more complete and more cherished than she had felt in a long time. Her day had finally come and it was more beautiful than she ever could have hoped for as they stood underneath the clear blue skies with the autumn sun shining above them. Even the heat of the Indian summer could not take away from the pure fantasy of that moment. Abigail Abbott was finally complete.
“Nathaniel?” Abigail asked as she perched on the edge of her bed.
“Yes, my bride?” Abigail beamed at her new title.
“I’m a little nervous.” Nathaniel frowned.
“About what, my love?” He walked over to her and sat beside her on the bed.
“Well…” She could feel her cheeks already burning with an embarrassed blush. “I never had a mother to tell me about…certain things.” Nathaniel nodded. “And, I’m not very sure what I’m supposed to…do?” Nathaniel shook his head slowly.
“I’m not sure what you mean?” Abigail could feel her cheeks getting redder by the second.
“The wedding night…”
“OH!” Nathaniel laughed loudly and Abigail felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “Oh no, no, no don’t cry! Don’t think too much about it, my love.” He reached over and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. “I will guide you.” Bringing his hand down, he cupped her chin and pressed his lips to hers softly.
Abigail could feel a warmth spreading over her body as she felt Nathaniel reach around her body and tug the threading of her corset. As he slowly unlaced her, his lips still taking hers, Abigail could feel herself beginning to melt into him.
Nathaniel pulled back and taking her hands in his, he stood up and brought her up to her feet in front of him. His rough hands slid over her shoulders, pushing the fabric of her dress bodice down over them. As he bared her shoulders he leaned forward and pressed his lips to them, before sliding her dress further down.
Abigail could barely breathe when her dress slid into a pile on the floor. She stood before Nathaniel in just her cotton undergarment. His eyes passed over every curve of her body before he leaned in to her and kissed her gently.
Again, his hands moved up to her shoulders, slipping the straps of her undergarment off them and leaving them bare. Abigail took a sharp breath in as slowly and deliberately Nathaniel peeled down her undergarment until she stood before him completely nude. Her breathing became heavier and the redness grew in her cheeks as she looked at him in all her innocence.
“Lie down.” He whispered softly as he peeled back the bedcovers. Abigail did as he asked, slipping her legs underneath the blanket in an effort to cover the unsightly scar on her calf. “Now I will undress for you, my love.”
Abigail bit her bottom lip nervously as she looked over at Nathaniel. His eyes stayed connected with hers as he shed his clothing for her. As he slid down his underpants, Abigail glanced down between his legs but quickly brought her eyes back up to Nathaniel’s.
“It’s okay.” He said as he slipped into bed beside her. “We are man and wife, we are permitted to lay together as man and wife do.” Abigail felt his warm skin touch hers.
Nathaniel leaned on to his side, his fingers resting between Abigail’s bare breasts as he smiled down at her.
“Nathaniel?” She whispered. “Will this hurt?” He leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Perhaps for a moment, but the joy you will feel after the pain will be more than you have ever felt before.” He slid his hand up over her breast and let his fingers tease her nipple. Abigail inhaled deeply, certainly she had never felt anything as tantalizing as this before.
Gently, Nathaniel teased her, watching her lips open as she gave in to the pleasure that began to wash over her. As her nipple budded under his touch, Nathaniel lifted himself so that he was leaning over Abigail. She could feel the entire length of his body pressing against hers and closing her eyes she smiled.
Nathaniel nudged her legs apart with his knee and placed himself between them. Abigail opened her eyes slowly, the rush of intense pleasure making every inch of her body feel as though she were flying. She smiled at him dreamily.
“Are you ready, my love?” Abigail nodded.
“Yes, I’m ready.” Her voice quivered.
As Nathaniel pressed against her, Abigail could feel an uncomfortable pressure. She gripped his shoulders tightly as she pressed her lips together in silence. Nathaniel locked eyes with her, letting her know that it was okay and she felt herself beginning to relax.
As he pressed forward Abigail felt a sudden sharp pain, but no sooner had it come than it had gone and she could feel Nathaniel filling her. Her chest heaved as Nathaniel gently rocked his body over hers slowly and deliberately.
She looked into his beautiful blue eyes that gleamed as he looked at her with the look of true love. She smiled gently and then licked her lips slowly and Nathaniel leaned down, pressing his mouth against hers. He kissed her hungrily as he claimed his wife for the first time and she kissed him back with every ounce of passion in her body.
“Oh Nathaniel!” Abigail whispered in a breathless voice as he pulled out of their kiss and moved his body with a rhythm that made Abigail want to cry out in pleasure.
“Oh Abigail!” He whispered back as he moved softly on top of her. The soft warmth of his skin caressing hers with every movement. She brought her hands up to his face, holding his cheeks against the palms of her hands.
Suddenly, Abigail felt every part of her body beginning to tingle and she lo
oked at Nathaniel fearfully. In a split second that tingling turned to the most incredible rush of pleasure she had ever felt in her life and she couldn’t help but cry out breathlessly until her body stilled on the sweat soaked sheets.
Nathaniel smiled at her knowingly as he himself began to approach his own peak of ecstasy. Abigail watched as he suddenly slowed his rhythmic movements and she felt the warmth of his pleasure filling her. It was a sensation unlike any other, but she knew that they had now become one.
His breath still coming quickly, Nathaniel lay down beside Abigail. Reaching over he brushed her hair from her eyes and smiled.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Abigail nodded.
“Oh yes.”
Chapter 8
Him Who Strengthens Me
Abigail lay in bed, her body sore and her head reeling from lack of oxygen. Looking up she locked eyes with Nathaniel who stood over her with their young infant in his arms.
“It’s a boy!” He said with a smile. Abigail swallowed loudly and in a raspy voice she replied.
“We should call him Abraham, after my father.” Nathaniel nodded.
“Abraham Hendricks.” He looked down into his newborn son’s face and the child began to cry. Abigail laughed softly. “He gets that from you, you know. His daddy’s lungs wouldn’t make a noise like that if I tried.” Abigail smiled up at them both.
“May he be as steadfast as his mother and as devoted as his father.” Nathaniel leaned down and put the swaddled child next to Abigail in the bed. Abigail craned her neck down to look at his pink face.
“Could you help me sit please, Nathaniel?” Nathaniel nodded as he carefully leaned over the child to help Abigail to sit as upright as she could. Once she had found a comfortable spot, Nathaniel picked up Abraham and placed him in Abigail’s arms.
“You should feed him, we must make sure that he grows up to be a strong boy.” Abigail unlaced her nightgown and took out her breast. Nathaniel sat himself on the edge of the bed as he watched his son latch on to Abigail’s breast and begin to suckle.
Abigail looked down dotingly before lifting her eyes up to Nathaniel.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord.” She said as she clutched Abraham tightly. Nathaniel nodded as he brushed his son’s cheek lightly.
“And you, my beautiful wife,” Nathaniel raised his fingers to brush her cheek, “are far more precious than jewels.”
Abigail closed her eyes and leaned in to his touch.
“I love you Nathaniel Hendricks.” Nathaniel leaned over and kissed her forehead gently.
“And I you.”
Taught A Lesson
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: A Perfect Life
Chapter 2: Blessed In Every Way
Chapter 3: Blast From The Past
Chapter 4: The Good News and The Bad News
Chapter 6: Vegas, Baby
Chapter 7: A War To Remember
Chapter 8: Daddy’s Little Girl
Chapter 1
A Perfect Life
My name is Blake. Blake Thompson. People call me lucky; behind my back, they call me a lucky bastard. I know why they do that, it is just jealousy. But it’s natural to be jealous. I mean how many people have billions of dollars in multiple bank accounts by the time they are 25? Not many.
If you ask me, it all comes down to chances. What were the chances of me ending up with a shit load of money if I was not the first-born or an only child? What if my father had remarried? What if I wanted something different from life? All those things have, or had, a 50% chance at the very least. None of that happened.
My folks died in a car crash when I was 25 and I inherited all of it. And that is all the jealous people see. No one sees that I worked really hard for it. There were people in my father’s company doing their level best to disqualify me, but I worked my ass off and didn’t let anyone get away with their diabolical plans. I still work hard and deserve every penny I own.
Now, another thing that leaves everyone’s jaws dropped is my home. To me, it is just home. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when someone says home? A small two-bedroom house with a nice view, a small kitchen, a tiny bathroom with barely any room to stand, and a small fenced garden?
Well, my home is an estate, a mansion with a 100 rooms, sprawling over hundreds of acres of land, a fenced boundary (electric fences), a stable (I love horse riding), a mini golf area, a vineyard, fastest and latest, even driverless cars as well as my fancy collection of the vintage ones, a helipad, and a runway.
Yes, you heard that right, a runway. With the position that I ended up in, you not only get a shit load of money, but also the right contacts in the government. So now my humble home boasts a runway and my own jets; don’t worry, I don’t take my plane to the grocery store.
But, I will admit, my wife does fly to Paris, Milan, etc. when she needs some retail therapy; and that happens more than once a month. I let her do whatever she wants, but she does not let me do whatever I want. But I have got myself a fair deal; she will give me an heir. We are trying. What’s my thing, you wonder? Well, more on that later.
My wife has two children, my stepchildren, a boy of thirteen and a girl of nearly nineteen. They are good kids, got the looks from their mother, and very spoilt. In spite of what people think about me, I never had it easy. My old folks made me work for everything, and, now I see, it was all for my own good. I wouldn’t have had what I have today if it wasn’t for them and for what they taught me.
So, naturally, I don’t want my stepchildren to have it that easy either. I don’t want to spoil them. I want to make them work for things and I want to make them learn, but my wife does not make that very easy for me. I let them get their way with little things, but nothing like Mercedes for a birthday, like my stepdaughter has been begging.
My wife, Natalia, is a Victoria’s Secret model. She’s 38 but can easily pass for 25. She’s tall, sexy, fair, blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous in every sense of the word. She does her Kegel exercises regularly, stays fit, and, well, rewards me with a tight pussy every time.
Now, I knew what I was signing up for, and you know what models are like. I let her have her way as long as she parts her legs for me. Hey, don’t
take it the wrong way, I do love her very much. But there is also an awful lot about her that I ignore.
I mean all those shopping trips to Paris and Milan? She can as easily order them; we have the contacts, and have them delivered. The fuel for her trips costs more than her designer dresses. But, boy, is she hot! She does this thing, when she returns from her shopping sprees, she tries on what she’s bought, gets dressed up and ready, make up and all, for me to see. When she returned from her last trip, she came out with her hair dishevelled, wearing brownish makeup, you know the look, multicolored eyeshadow, in a fur coat and Jimmy Choos. No shit! That was actual fur! And that’s not even the best part!
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