by Vanessa Vale
I stared longingly at the wooden plug hanging from my wrist. It was right at eye level and had me entranced. I didn't even mind that he was touching me there anymore. "No, Jake."
"Your pussy's all open and swollen. Have you been using that plug?"
"No, Jake. The special chair."
"Did it make you feel better?" His finger ran through my slick folds, but didn't slide in. I whimpered. "Yes, Jake. But...but I'm needy again."
He helped me stand and my skirt dropped back to the floor. His big frame loomed over me. "You want me to fuck you again, sweetheart?"
I felt wetness coating my thighs. My nipples were tight and hard, the tips shiny with the ointment. "Yes, Jake."
"I need to get cleaned up for this special dinner so there's not enough time now. But I want you to lay back on the bed and fuck yourself with that plug. Cole picked out a nice big one to make you feel all crammed full."
Eagerly, I slid back on the bed so I could bend my knees. Pushing my skirt out of the way, I removed the strap for the massive plug from my wrist.
"Spread your legs nice and wide so I can watch while I change my clothes."
I did as he said, opening myself enough so I could push the plug in deep. My eyes fell shut to focus on the feelings taking over. I wasn't sure how I'd like it in my ass, but the huge plug felt so good in my pussy. As I moved it in and out, Jake talked to me.
"Your body is mine, Catherine."
"Yes," I gasped a reply.
"How do you know you belong to me?"
"Because my ass is always full."
"That's right, sweetheart. Do you want to hide yourself from me?"
I shook my head back and forth on the soft blanket as I continued to fuck myself.
"Why not?"
"I...need you to see my breasts," I panted, my eyes squeezed shut as I arched my hips up.
"Because?"
"Because...it...pleases you."
"And when I'm pleased?" He leaned down and placed one hand next to my head. The bed dipped with his weight and I opened my eyes to stare up into his intent gaze. I felt his hand brush mine and he took hold of the plug. I let go and gripped the blanket by my side.
He thrust the plug in deep, his knuckles brushing against my clit. I cried out. I was so close. So...so close. "And when I'm pleased? Answer me, Catherine."
He changed the angle of the plug.
"Then you will please me," I cried out. With those words, I came. Hard. I screamed, pushed up from my heels and lifted my hips into the plug, pushing it right into that spot deep within me that I'd learned would push me over the edge and keep me there.
"You have made me the happiest of men, Catherine," he whispered in my ear as his knuckle continued to nudge my clit. "You are perfect. Even when you are contrary, you are more than I had ever imagined."
Once the pleasure ebbed, I slumped onto the bed, replete. His hand stopped moving. Ever so slowly, he pulled the plug free and stood up. After a minute, I opened my eyes, watched as he cleaned the plug. He returned to me and slipped the strap once again over my wrist. "You will carry this with you at all times."
I could only smile. For the first time since we wed, I smiled at my husband. Jake didn't place the plug about my wrist to embarrass me. To shame me. It was there because he cared about me. Wanted to keep me happy. "Yes, Jake."
He eyed me suspiciously. "You are being too compliant."
Hopefully, I looked all innocent when I said, "I thought you wanted me to be compliant."
"The question is, how long will you do so?" He buttoned his clean shirt. "The Bowers own a ranch nearby and are coming to Cole's house for dinner. He is planning to marry Tessa Bowers very soon, but the date isn’t set. This is not something Tessa knows about, so I ask that you keep that in confidence. Because she is not wed, you must cover yourself for the meal."
"Oh, Jake, please, not that awful blouse!" I cringed at the very thought, covering my breasts with my arm.
He shook his head, took a long strip of white cotton from a peg on the wall, identical material to my blouses, and held it up. Grinning, he tugged me up from my prone position. "I told you about this scarf earlier, wife, but you refused it. Are you willing to don it now?" He arched a brow and smirked, waiting for me to be my usual, less-than-compliant self.
He was mocking me, but I could tell he was solely poking fun. "Yes, Jake. I'll do whatever you say." I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. I couldn't help but grin along with him.
He shook his head. "Vixen." He placed the material around my neck and then over my shoulders, just like a winter scarf, then crossed the fabric over my breasts and wrapped it around so it was buttoned in the back with my blouse. Making a few minor adjustments, I was completely and modestly covered, like Mrs. Carter earlier. Arguing with my husband was a futile, and uncomfortable―if that miserable blouse was involved―effort.
"Now, let's do something about this untamed hair."
Jake
We were the last to arrive at Cole's house for dinner. I could hear voices through the door from the porch and paused a moment to look over Catherine. She looked...happy. Her eyes were bright, not fearful, her skin was lush and glowing. Something had shifted and I was uncertain as to what. It was as if she had embraced her submission. I did not know exactly what brought it about, nor did I care; she was more relaxed, more at ease than I'd ever known her to be. She'd even smiled. I hadn't realized until then that she hadn't done it before.
The difference was amazing. She was beautiful. Erotic. Tempting. Contrary. Because she was happy, I was happy. I thought I wanted a wife to obey my every command, to break under my control. Instead, I learned I wanted someone who would bend to my dominance, not break. I didn't want to break Catherine's spirit; she'd be ruined if I did. She gave in to my demands, but then I catered to her every need and desire. I wanted to. And this meant I was as much under her power as she was of mine.
Lowering my head, I kissed her, a tender brushing of lips. I hadn't kissed her much, on purpose, to keep my distance. Now, I wanted to learn her mouth. Taste her. Consume her. The loud voices prompted me to end the kiss...for now. Her eyes fluttered open and she was as aroused as I by the innocent brushing of our lips. Lifting her hand, I kissed her knuckles, then realized the plug dangled from her wrist. I frowned. "This won't do. Tessa's unmarried," I murmured.
Smiling shyly, she let me remove it. I knelt in front of her, the setting sun making her hair the color of spun gold as it fell in a braid over one shoulder, and worked my hands up underneath her skirt.
"Widen your legs, sweetheart." She darted a glance around, but we were all alone, and complied without a sound.
I found her pussy, slick and bare. "This dinner may take several hours. I'd be a terrible husband to have you go so long without something filling you up." As I spoke softly, I filled her pussy with the plug until it was buried deep. Since it was really a plug for her ass and not a dildo, it had a flared end to prevent it from sinking in all the way. Perfect for this evening.
Pinching her lips together, she exhaled through her nose and arched her hips, her pleasure evident.
I stood and adjusted her skirts. "There. You'll have to squeeze those pussy walls to keep it in. All right?"
"Yes, Jake," she replied, this time uttered in husky undertones. Her lids were lowered and I could tell from the faraway look that she was clenching down and focused on keeping it within.
"I'm jealous of that plug filling you up." I tugged on her braid. "I'm going to sit through dinner with a hard cock wishing I could be deep inside you instead."
I took her hand and led her inside. I heard a soft moan―so lovely to hear―from her as we went.
Sitting at the large dining table were Cole and Sam, Maura and Grant, and the Bowers family. The men stood as I led Catherine to the table and I introduced her to Tom, Eleanor and Tessa Bowers.
Tessa was a pretty young thing. She'd grown into a very appealing woman with midnight black hair, startling blue eyes and ala
baster skin. If she didn't open her mouth, she was quite beautiful. Unfortunately, she did so with frequency and rarely without a barb of negativity. Why Cole wanted her specifically when there were a bevy of eligible ladies much more obliging was beyond me. I wasn't one to cast stones, however, as I ignored those same women for a mail order bride instead. There was no question that Cole would have his hands full with her training when the time came. With the gleam in my brother's eye every time he looked at the woman, I had no doubt he was looking forward to it.
I sat next to Catherine, Maura next to her, then Grant. Across from us were Tessa, Cole and then Tessa's parents.
"How do you like married life, Catherine?" Tessa asked, cutting into her steak.
Catherine finished her sip of water and put her glass down. "Quite well, thank you," she answered neutrally.
Tessa's eyes raked over Catherine. "You seem so much...older than most brides. Couldn't you find a husband where you are from?"
My fingers clenched my utensils tightly, but I remained silent. From the mail order bride company's paperwork, Catherine was twenty-four, not a woman with one foot in the grave. Glancing at Cole, I saw he was monitoring his future bride closely. The elder Bowers ate, but nervously.
Catherine's cheeks flushed and I noticed her shift in her seat. Her posture was exceptional; being doubly filled aided this tremendously. She stared down at her plate a little too long before speaking, distracted by her arousal. "The...selection was fairly poor."
"I'm so glad she's here," Maura said, wiping her mouth on her napkin. As a woman with a very dominant and possessive husband, she no doubt knew, at least generally, the reason for Catherine's lack of focus. "Another woman on the ranch is something I've longed for, and we're already bosom friends."
Catherine choked on her potatoes at the subtle joke, one that only Tessa would not understand. I patted her on the back as she took another sip of water and tried not to grin.
"In such a short time, Catherine has adjusted to life here well," Grant added, giving Catherine a wink.
"I'm learning that being married is quite pleasurable," she murmured, looking up at me through passion filled eyes.
In that moment, I didn't see fear in her eyes. Didn't see wariness or confusion or shame. It was something akin to love - maybe not yet, but there was a seed, just like what I hoped had planted in her belly, that could grow into something more. I knew I felt the same. I'd expected to just dominate and control my wife, fuck her and keep my heart separate. But with Catherine, it was all tangled together. Because when she submitted to me, she had all the power.
"Yes," I added, picking up Catherine's hand and kissing her knuckles in a very tender gesture. "She pleases me immensely."
"Of course you'd like another woman here, Maura," Tessa cut in, as if Grant hadn't spoken. She tilted her chin up. "With no children of your own, it must be very lonely."
I glanced around Catherine to see Maura's mouth drop open, her cheeks pale. Everyone on the ranch knew the reason for their childless state and that both were vastly pleased to remain so. Some couples did not desire children and my cousin and wife were one of them. I knew Grant didn't have to worry about Maura going through the dangers of pregnancy and childbirth in such a remote location. The way I was filling Catherine with my seed, I'd most likely have such concerns fairly soon myself.
Grant's jaw clenched tight and he lowered his glass with a loud thump. He glared at Tessa, who wore a triumphant look, then at Cole, who was barely restraining himself.
"We are quite pleased with how the weather has stayed warm," Mr. Bowers commented, clearly trying to redirect the dinner conversation.
"Yes, I look forward to fine weather for church on Sunday," Cole said through clenched teeth. I saw Sam grin, Grant's shoulders relax and Mr. Bowers looking eagerly to Cole. My brother gave the older man an imperceptible nod as Tessa spoke.
"I don't see you at church very often."
He sat back in his chair, gave Tessa a hard look. "This Sunday you will."
Tessa smiled, almost wiggling in her seat with excitement. Little did she know. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Not as much as I, darlin'. Not as much as I."
Catherine turned to whisper in my ear. "Is this what I think?"
I gave a little nod, and then whispered back. "Looks like there's going to be a wedding."
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