Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) (10 page)

What was happening to me? Cole had given me my pleasure twice - once in his lap with Doctor Graham watching and then when he'd fucked me as I held onto the bar...and sucked the wooden cock.

I should be running away, fearful of what Cole was making me become, just as Henrietta and my mother had said, but I couldn't. I
wanted
him to fuck me. I
wanted
him to part my legs and use his fingers on me. I
wanted
him to touch my breasts and do wicked things to them. If that made me wanton, then so be it. I would never measure up to the impossible standards of my family. I realized now I only had to make Cole happy.

The way I felt, I needed to focus on this pleasure that was building within me. It started when Cole tugged on my nipple. No, that was wrong. It hadn't
stopped
from the second time he'd made me come when I'd touched the bell with my nose. I'd never lost the urge, the need to come again. I'd never been truly sated. Cole was arousing something in me that made me insatiable, and it was wonderful.

I rubbed my legs together and moaned, and my tongue slid over the bottom of the dildo. Oh, yes. I needed more. I went over to the chair where I'd sat upon Cole's lap and considered how to get comfortable. I couldn't sit directly on my bottom; the plug would push in too deeply. What if I positioned myself on my knees? If I faced the back of the chair it might work. I lifted my skirt so I could kneel, gripped the soft fabric on the high back.

My breasts bumped against the chair and I moaned. Oh, that felt good! My nipples tightened even more, if that were possible, and were so unbearably achy. I rubbed them back and forth against the cushion to ease the ache, but all it did was build the pulse in that little nub between my legs, that hard point that was the center of my pleasure.

I had to touch it. I had to add to this feeling. I needed more.
More
. Reaching beneath my skirt, I encountered Cole's thick seed mixed with my own juices. I ran my fingers over my woman's place until I found that spot. Yes, there! I touched it, circled it. Worked it with my fingers. One hand wouldn't do. I needed both of them. I leaned into the soft back of the chair, my breasts compressed beneath my weight. It did nothing to ease the ache in my nipples. Using two hands, I mimicked what Cole had done to me earlier when I sat upon his lap, slipping one, then two fingers up into my channel, the other upon my clit. I worked myself with both hands, shifting my hips into them, trying to learn what felt good, what would make me feel even better.

I closed my eyes and let the need to come be my guide. I could hear the wet slurps of my fingers in my pussy along with the bell in my pocket tinkling with each shift of my hips, the slight abrasion of the seat as I rubbed my nipples into it, felt my skin dampen with sweat as I worked my body. All at once I came, my own wetness coating my fingers, my lips squeezing the dildo in my mouth as I screamed. It was like an all consuming wave of pleasure knocked me down, sucked the breath from my lungs and left me reeling with a relief so incredible I couldn't remain upright.

"I heard the bell and came running, darlin'. You had a different kind of emergency, didn't you?" Cole said from the doorway.

I slumped down in the chair, leaning sideways, not surprised at my husband's appearance. He squatted down beside me and ran his knuckles over my sweaty cheek, then lower over my breast.

With lids half closed, I glanced at him, worried he'd be upset with me for scaring him, or for pleasuring myself for that matter, but the look on his face was anything but angry. He was aroused, just as I was. I was still terribly needy, even with my slick fingers buried between my thighs. My orgasm had helped, but my breasts were still swollen and achy, my pussy lonely without a cock in it.

I thrust my chest forward into his hand, hoping he'd get the hint and continue to touch me.

"Need more?"

I nodded emphatically.
Yes.

"You need my help, darlin'?

I nodded again.
Yes, please!

He stood and opened his pants, pulling out his cock. "Back up on your knees like you were."

I eagerly hopped up and grabbed hold of the back of the chair. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Cole stroke his hard length, his jaw clenched tight and his dark eyes almost inky black. He roughly undid the button on my skirt and pushed it down so it pooled around my lower legs. "There, much better."

He tugged on my hip and pulled me back so I bumped right into the wide head of his cock. With one thrust, he plunged in. I screamed around the dildo and arched my back, pushing my bottom out so he could go even deeper.
Yes!
He pulled out, almost all the way, then rammed back in. I clenched down on the plug in my ass and squeezed his cock.

"Is this what you needed?" Cole said, gritting his teeth audibly as he drove me higher and higher.

All I could do was moan against the dildo.

"Harder?" His voice was like rough stones.

I nodded my head, my hair tangling about my face.

"Tug on your nipples."

I did as he bid, pulling on the swollen tips. It was too much. Between the bite of pain beneath my fingers, the plug in my ass, his cock buried deep in me, my mouth filled, I couldn't take any more. Overwhelmed, I sobbed at the sheer intensity of it all.

"You need my cock." He breathed deeply as he spoke. "You need to be fucked. You need your mouth filled. Come, Tessa."

At his command, I did. His words were like a trigger and everything coalesced and burst within me. I screamed, the sound muffled by the dildo in my mouth, and I was lost completely.

Cole removed the dildo from my mouth and I just slumped on the chair, wilted and depleted. I didn't care that my hair was never up in a tidy bun. I didn't care that my breasts were exposed, and wanted them that way so I could tug on them, rub them against...anything. I didn't care that I liked the push of the plug deeper into my bottom when Cole fucked me. I didn't care that Cole's seed was a sticky mess on my pussy, thighs and the pooled skirt beneath me. I didn't even care that he'd secured a dildo in my mouth. Was he still pleased of me because of this? My body was too worn out to remain awake and I fell asleep just as I was.

***

I dreamt of the pleasure I'd just had and needing it again. Not wanting,
needing,
and awoke to a knock at the door, my body feverish with arousal. I listened as Cole spoke with Maura about the meal she’d brought and asked her to delay her visit. I was relieved I wouldn't have to face her right away because there was something wrong with me, a sickness of some kind, where my body was burning up with every bit of my focus on relieving the never ending ache. My skin was flushed and damp with perspiration. Even when I reached orgasm, the satiation was brief, and I was just as needy again. And again.

I started to cry. Everything was so confusing, so different. I couldn't control my body.

Cole knelt down in front of me, stroked my cheek. "Oh, darlin', what's the matter?"              

I turned into him and he pulled me down into his lap as he sat on the floor, letting me cry until I had no more tears. While doing so, I felt the softness of his shirt against my breasts, his cock against my bottom, the heat of his skin against my cheek, which made me want him. That very fact made me cry even more. I only thought about how I could come again. But Cole had said I could only come if something was in my mouth. Could I take his cock again? I shifted on his lap, trying to rub my...clit - that's what he called it- on his leg. God, I had to come. I looked around. There was no dildo in sight, so it would have to be Cole's cock.

I moved off his lap to kneel in front of him, working frantically at the placard of his pants. Desperate. "If I suck your cock, can I come?"

Cole

I raised one eyebrow in question, then hissed out a breath as she pulled my cock free, amazed that she was so eager. She was so aroused. Just the one pill--not even a honeymoon dose--was enough to push her into heat. The change was incredible. She was desperate, frantic, wild. She'd come three times in as many hours and she needed it again. It was time to lower the dose; only one pill a day. I wanted the real Tessa, her own passion, not lost in the desires the pills wrought.

A stream of pre-cum dripped from the slit of my cock and Tessa quickly lowered her head to lick it off. I shifted my legs so she could kneel between them.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she panted as she glanced up at me, her chin bumping the tip of my cock. "Can I touch myself, Cole?
Please.
"

"Yes, Tessa," I murmured. "Touch yourself. Make it better while you suck my cock. Nice and deep." I watched as she reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy in frantic circles. Without her skirt to inhibit my view, I could see her dainty lips all coated in my seed and her juices, her clit all hard and still aching for relief. She lowered her head and took me deep into her mouth, all the way into her throat, then pulling back, over and over as she used her hand on herself.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Tessa," I told her reassuringly as she worked at both of our pleasures. "You're in heat. That's what happens to good girls when they marry. You need my cock in your pussy, in your mouth, and someday, in your ass. You need me to fuck you and do all kinds of things to you to make you come."

She pulled off my cock and looked up at me, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips red and slick, her cheeks flushed. Her nipples pointed down and almost brushed against the cotton of my pants. It was the most arousing of sights. "I'm not a good girl," she whispered, her eagerness gone.

I ran my big hand over her head to her nape, held her in place so she'd look at me. "Yes, Tessa, you are. You're
my
good girl. You belong to me now and what I say is all that matters."

A tear slipped down her cheek and I wiped it off with my thumb. "But my mother...my sister--"

"They are of no concern. You must forget about their words, about them. You only need to please me now and you're doing such a good job."

"I can't control myself. I can't keep control of my body." To prove this, her hips started shifting back and forth as she circled her fingers again over her clit. She moaned. Gently, I lowered her head to my cock and she took me deep without complaint.

"I have control of your body, Tessa," I murmured, thrusting my hips up when she sucked her cheeks in. I swear she was about to pull the cum from my body. "You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Give it over to me. Let go. I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about a thing but pleasing me. When you please me, you get your own pleasure." I took a deep breath. "Now suck hard and I'll come down your throat. Then you can come, too."

And she did.

***

"Here, darlin'. Give me your hand," I murmured to her after supper as I slipped a dildo I'd fashioned with a leather strap over her wrist. It was similar to the one I'd fashioned for Catherine, but this one was much longer. "I need to go out to the stables, help get the horses settled for the night. This is for if you need to come. You can use your fingers or any other way you can think of, but you need to put this in your mouth when doing so."

Tessa looked at the wooden dildo dangling from her wrist. "It's so big."

I nodded. "It is, but you've been doing so well with my cock, and it's even bigger," I assured her. "This is one of the mouth trainers Doctor Graham left for you. It's extra long so you can work it to the back of your throat just like my cock."

Tessa just stared and nodded, but I could see her hips starting to shift. "You're not going to tie it on?"

"This one is to carry around with you. I'm not going to be here, so this is safe. Now, show me how you do it before I go."

She grabbed the end of the dildo in her fingers and opened her mouth, worked it in. When it hit the back of her throat, her eyes widened and she choked, and quickly tugged it back.

"Did that make you wet?" I reached down to slide beneath her skirt, ran my fingers through her slick lips. There wasn't a question of whether she'd be wet. She was
always
wet. "Oh, such a good girl. I'll see you in a few hours." I smiled at her, immensely pleased, gave her a kiss on the forehead and left her. I could only imagine what she'd do while I was gone.

***

Sam and Jake were in the stable, wiping down their horses and getting them settled for the night.

"There he is!" Sam called, humor in his voice. "How are your efforts proceeding with taming the wildcat?"

I couldn't help but grin as I ran my hand over the back of my neck.

"Well, brother, how is married life?" Jake asked, undoing the bridle on his animal.

I thought of my wife and how I left her: naked, aroused and overwhelmed. "Better than I imagined."

"I heard she snapped Maura's head off."

"Mmm, she did do that, but was punished quite nicely for it." I let that settle in as I took Sam's saddle from him and placed it over a stall divider. "I have come to discover that Tessa's mother and sister are ruthless bitches."

Both men stopped what they were doing. "Mrs. Bowers? Henrietta?" Jake asked. "If I remember her rightly enough, she made Tessa look like a pussycat."