by Vanessa Vale
It was quite difficult to accustom myself to the cork up inside me, and I was fearful it would dislodge as I moved. My bottom was parted obscenely. I could feel how wide open I was and didn't even want to consider what I looked like. I couldn't walk normally. I had to push my bottom out to seek comfort, yet while doing so, it only thrust my breasts forward even more. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't walk in any other fashion, but I didn't want Jake to think I was brazen to have my breasts jut forth almost upon him.
I burst into tears. Again. Would I ever stop crying?
"What is it, sweetheart?" Jake asked, his dark eyes laced with concern.
"I...I'm a harlot," I sobbed.
He pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back. It felt strange feeling the soft cotton of his shirt against my exposed breasts.
"Who called you that?" His voice was laced with anger. I was afraid to answer. "Who, Catherine?"
"Mr. ... Mr. Beecham." I sniffled.
He muttered something under his breath. "I have no idea who this Mr. Beecham is, but he should be shot. You are not a harlot. You are my wife. No one shall disrespect you like that again. I'll kill them first."
A chill ran down my spine at his protective and menacing tone. "Then why am I dressed like one?"
"You are not dressed like a harlot. Sweetheart, you must forget the social rules of where you're from." He pushed me back so I was forced to look him in the eyes. "Don't you see? You're so beautiful. I want to see your breasts at all times. I want to be able to touch them, suck on them, whenever I want. You're dressed this way because I respect and treasure you, all of you. And when I toss up your skirts? It pleases me to see your ass claimed as mine. And you'll keep the cork or plug in proudly as a sign of being my wife, because it pleases me to have you do so."
This is how a man saw his wife? This is how Jake saw me? As beautiful? Beautiful enough to want me all the time? Even displayed thusly?
I refused the cork at first, but I had agreed to the miserable intrusion because I didn't want the repeated embarrassment of the pill oozing out of me again. When Jake had asked me if I wanted the cork this time, there had been this perverse, unrecognizable ache that built at the very mention of it. Then, when Sam's fingers pressed the pill and the cork within me, I'd wanted him to touch me there, even though I was sobbing for him to stop. Sam! Not my husband, but Sam! What was wrong with me? Now that I was corked, I felt open, spread wide. It was just shy of painful, more of a burning, stretching sensation. The fact that I couldn't close up was a distraction and frustration. I would think of it within me constantly, just as Jake had said. The fact that it pleased him that I accepted it, that I knew I was the only woman who he wanted this way, made me feel... oddly cherished.
I was so confused, my brain muddled. I'd had Sam's hands, not my husbands, on my naked body, working something deep into my...my fuck hole.
"But Sam ... he, he touched me. What kind of married woman lets other men touch her?"
"Sam and Cole can help me with your cork, if required, but that's it. No one, and I mean no one, touches you but me."
I saw the truth in his eyes. His intensity. His protection of what was his. I was his. And it felt good.
"You've had a rough start, haven't you?"
I nodded my head as he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Then it's time to make you feel good, all right?" He pulled one of the chairs out from the dining table, turned it around and sat down. He smiled up at me and held out his hand.
I didn't object this time to whatever he planned. A bar on the wall wasn't involved and my bottom was already corked. I took it and he pulled me to him, grasped me about the waist and pulled me in close. His head was directly at the level of my exposed breasts and he took advantage of that, putting his mouth around one erect nipple. Sucked. Licked. Nipped with his teeth.
The feeling that washed over me was intense, like a lightning bolt, searing me. The gentle sucking of his mouth shot a burning path to the space between my legs.
"Oh, Jake!" I couldn't help but cry out. Loudly. Thank goodness we were alone. He moved to the other breast with his mouth as I felt his hands move to slide up my legs, lifting my skirts along the way. Once he reached my bottom, he pulled me down onto his lap with a quick tug. Jake shifted his legs so that mine were spread wide, my skirts bunched up in my lap.
One of Jake's hands slid up my thigh and his head was lowered to watch. "Oh, sweetheart. Look how wet you are. Your juices are dripping down your legs."
My eyes flared in fear. "Oh, no. I didn't mean it!" I pushed at his shoulders to rise.
Jake grinned as he slid a thick finger through my folds. "Don't worry, sweetheart. This is a good thing - a beautiful sight. Your pussy's supposed to be wet for me. This means your body is ready to be fucked."
My eyes slipped shut as he circled my opening, slid in. I'd never felt anything like it, couldn't describe the pleasure that coursed through my veins at his touch. I was filled, like my bottom, but this was different. His finger moving ever so slowly only made me want to rock on his lap and push him deeper. I wanted, no...needed to be filled.
"I can feel your maidenhead." He nudged me with his finger. "Right...right there." I felt the tightness, the pressure it caused. "Do you want me deeper?"
My head fell back on my shoulders, my breasts thrust out, and I didn't care. His hand bumped against the cork, but instead of pain, it struck nerves I never knew I had. Tingling heat spread through my stretched ring with every nudge, so unlike the discomfort from before. "God, oh my God! Yes, deeper!"
"Then ride my finger, sweetheart. Break that barrier so I can take you upstairs and fuck you."
I opened my eyes, not sure what he meant. Ride him?
He placed his free hand on my hip, lifted me up, then lowered me down.
"Oh," I moaned. Soon, I lifted and lowered myself on his one finger, then when I lifted up, he inserted another.
"The next time you lower yourself, push deep," he instructed.
I rose up on my toes, my inner muscles clenching around his digits to hold him within me, before I let myself drop, hard, back onto his lap.
The tips of his fingers broke through my innocence and I sank deep. I screamed at the quick stab of pain. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to wriggle off, feeling too full. Having the cork in me only stretched me further and it was too much. I wanted...needed something I couldn't quite reach.
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jake whispered, then nipped the lobe of my ear. "I love how you gave yourself to me, sweetheart." He moved his fingers, stroking me deep within. "Now. Only pleasure."
I lifted up as he continued to move, to touch spots inside. The pain was quickly gone and he was truthful. Only pleasure remained. I held his dark gaze as I felt his other finger find that spot, that place he'd touched earlier. Using the wetness that now seeped not only down my thighs but onto his legs as well, he flicked that spot.
"Your clit's so hard. Come for me. I want to see when it takes you the first time."
"I don't know how," I cried out, shifting my hips, reaching, reaching in frustration.
"You don't need to know how. I'll give it to you." He shifted his fingers expertly, moved them deeper while his other finger pressed down on my...my clit. "Now," he commanded.
It happened. With his words, I went over - tumbling, plunging, falling from a peak I'd been climbing most of the day. My nipples tightened, my clit hummed, my inner walls milked his fingers and my ass clenched tightly around the cork. All of it combined had me screaming with a release that coated my skin in a sheen of sweat, had me begging Jake never to stop, to do whatever he wanted to me so I could feel this way forever.
Jake whispered gentle words as I came down from my pleasure. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and sucked in gulps of air. Slowly and ever so carefully, his fingers slid free from my body, accompanied by the loud sound of wetness.
We sat like that for awhile; I lost track of time, slumped at feeling delicio
usly replete. I could feel his cock, the huge member he'd pulled out of his pants and stroked last night, against my belly. It was hard and thick between us.
"That's fucking?" I asked in awe. That's what I'd been fearful of?
Jake shook his head and I felt the scratchy beginnings of a beard against my forehead. "Not even close. That was your reward for being such a good girl."
I preened. I couldn't help it. In only a day, I longed for his praise. "I'm...I'm sorry I was so contrary. Your ways are so different. I just want to please you."
Jake looked down at me with one eyebrow raised. "You want to please me now?"
I nodded.
"On your knees then." He pushed gently on my thighs so I slid off him onto the floor, my skirts a pool about me, his legs spread wide before me. I looked up at him from lowered lashes in question. What could I do to please him from here?
As he tugged at the placard of his pants, I could see my wetness and streaks of my virgin blood staining his pants, coating his fingers. He pulled his cock free. It was just as I remembered, long and thick, the large head red and weeping at the tip.
"Suck me." He placed a hand on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my curls, pulling me forward.
Before I could ask what he meant, the front door flew open and Cole bounded in. His gaze raked over the large room before he found us, me on my knees in my open fronted blouse, Jake with his male member inches from my face. Oh! I tried to pull free, but my husband held me in place.
"The foal might be in the wrong position," Cole said, then a grin spread across his handsome face. "Although I see someone's in just the right position in here."
Jake's hand loosened and I stood, turned my face away, hiding the shame at Cole seeing me that way.
"Well aren't you pretty as a picture?" he crooned from across the room.
Jake tucked himself back in his pants, then stood. He took the few steps to reach me, then ran his knuckle over an exposed nipple.
I'd forgotten about my blouse - that my breasts were exposed and thrust out in front of me.
"Isn't she lovely? She's got a pretty pink glow about her from her first climax."
I pressed my face into Jake's shoulder, trying to hide. He kissed the top of my head. "I need to tend to the foal, sweetheart. There's dinner to eat that Maura cooked. You're welcome to look around the house while you wait, and there are books in the library if you want to read. I'll be back as soon as I can." He tilted my chin up to look at him. "When I'm gone, don't cover yourself. Don't touch your cork. I'm going to sink into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you. Later." His eyes showed his seriousness so I just nodded.
I watched Cole give me one last look, grinned and slapped his brother on the back as they left me alone. With a cork in my ass.
Chapter Five
Jake
"So, brother, is your wife all you expected?" Cole asked, a big grin splitting his face as he took in the hints of blood on my pants. "Her tits are incredible. I'm going to have a cock stand being around her."
We were in the stable where one of the mares was struggling with the delivery of her foal. Grant, our cousin, was the real expert with these situations, so the three of us just stood back, watched as he took care of the birthing.
"She has incredible full lips, top and bottom. Perfect for fucking," Sam added. He leaned against the wooden wall.
Cole punched me in the shoulder. "What? You let him see her pussy without me?"
"Hell, man, I didn't just see her pussy, I got to put her pill in her ass. Her cork, too." He held up two fingers. "Nice and tight."
I held my hands out in front of me in surrender the way Cole glared. "He was in the right place at the right time." I grinned, feeling pride in my wife. Possessiveness, too. Sam may have put his hands upon her, but she was mine. Her body belonged to me, whether she knew it yet or not.
"Did she take the pill right off?" Grant asked as he knelt by the mare's head, running his hand over her sleek coat.
I shook my head. "Nope. I did just as you recommended. The doctor set me up with everything I might need. Mr. Carter at the mercantile, too. I'd say she learned her lesson, as she was sick all night. She'll take that pill like a good girl from now on."
"My Maura was a stubborn lass," Grant added, shaking his head at the memory. "Took three days, but I broke her. Just like the new fillies."
I picked up a piece of hay, ripping it into pieces as I thought of Catherine. "She's not stubborn. She's...sweet." I thought of how she wanted to please me. Even though she fought me, it was out of embarrassment, not contrariness. "It'll be hard for her, being from the big city and all, but she likes a soft hand. Gentle coaxing."
"Gentle coaxing? Seriously?" Sam asked. Once married, he'd tame his wife in a completely different way and I didn't think he'd be overly gentle.
Cole grunted. "I'm going to have a time of it. That Tessa Bowers is a wildcat. All hissing and claws."
"That girl's been sniffing around you for years, ever since she got that woman's body of hers. That talk you had with her father went a long way to ease his mind."
The Bowers family lived on a ranch an hour's ride away. They had four children and Tessa was the second oldest. Her older sister had married a friend of ours, Kade Sellers, the year before, so Tessa had some vague ideas of the role of a wife, but nothing specific like a corking. She was too feisty, too independent to be ruled by a man, yet Cole had laid claim to her.
"I want her. No question. I'll enjoy taming her. I expect much more of a fight than you’re having from Catherine, Jake, but it'll be completely my pleasure." Cole gave another easy grin. "When I asked her father for her hand, he was mighty relieved, but agreed she needed more time to run wild before I took control. She wasn't ready, but soon. Very soon. Not that she's aware. Her father's agreed to keep it a secret as he doubts she'd show up for the wedding otherwise. It's going to be one fine surprise."
I could see the anticipation on my brother's face, knew how the nineteen-year-old had used her feminine charms on Cole, only to tease. She'd been playing with fire, and she'd learn soon enough what happened to naughty girls once she stood in front of the minister beside Cole. Her father agreed with Cole that he'd protect and guard her virtue until the wedding, but the wilder she became, the greater the taming she'd require. No doubt her father would relish the knowledge that his daughter would be tamed, and then some, at hand of her very strict husband.
"The honeymoon pill seems to be working well."
"I'll tell Doc your progress when I see him next."
I nodded. "Tell him much appreciated."
"You haven't fucked her yet," Sam said. "You don't have that look of a well-fucked male."
I couldn't help but feel a little sheepish. "When I first laid eyes on her, I was a little gobsmacked. She was afraid, and I promised her I wouldn't fuck her right away because I knew the pill would soon have her mind thinking otherwise. Don't worry, I gave her a very pleasurable reward for her progress." I pointed to my bloodstained pants.
"That's the way to tame a woman!" Cole told me. "Keep her coming and she'll do whatever you want."
I looked to my cousin, my brothers and the mare. They seemed to have things well in hand. They definitely did not need me. "Grant, why the hell am I here? I've got a wife to fuck."
"Hell if I know, Jake," Grant replied. "Hell if I know."
I expected to find being married nothing more than my life beforehand, only with the addition of a woman in the house who I could touch, play with, and fuck anytime I wished. I'd looked forward to dominating her, to controlling her body like I would steer a buggy horse. I'd think of her while I worked the land only when I had a cock stand and needed relief, otherwise she'd be forgotten.
But as I walked back to the house, I thought of my new bride. I thought of how I admired her fire, her determination to question me at every juncture. I found myself smiling as I remembered her face when I told her that her ass was to be corked at all times. And most importantl
y, I found myself hard at the memory of her face when she'd found her first pleasure. I'd been the one to give it to her. And she'd let me. Who was the one submitting?
So after cleaning up at the pump in front of the barn, I was eager to see my wife, not just because I would fuck her for the first time, but because I wanted to see her face as she continued to discover the pleasures of her body. The way she looked at her thrust breasts in wonder, waiting for the moment when she realized she could be shame-free in their exposure. The way she shifted her hips to accommodate my cork. The flicker of emotions as she learned to live with this new adornment. What would I see there next?
I found her asleep on top of our bed, tucked up on her side, still fully dressed. Her skirt was a billowy pool about her legs, her breasts exposed, her nipples full and plump. Ah, I loved being able to see them!
As I knelt on the bed, she awoke, her eyes full of uncertainty. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
She was worried, fearful of me. I'd made her so, and that was wrong of me. "It's all right, sweetheart. You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've been perfect. Look at you, so beautiful in your new clothes. But it's time to take them off. It's time for me to fuck my wife."
Her eyes flared, not in fear, but with heat. Ah, the ingredients in the pill had been absorbed by her body.
I stood and held out my hand. Silently, she took it and I helped her to stand before me. I couldn't help but brush my palms over her pink nipples as I watched them tighten. She gasped and her eyes fell closed. Her lashes were so dark against her pale cheeks. "Like that?"
I turned her to face away from me. She just nodded as I unbuttoned her blouse and unwrapped it from around her waist to let it from her shoulders. I opened her skirt next and let them both fall to the floor, then dealt with the ties of her corset. "Over to the bar, sweetheart, to remove that cork."