Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) (8 page)

"Really?" I asked, completely surprised. Why would she want to be friends with me?

"Yes, really."

"I'd like that." I smiled. It felt good.

Cole tilted my chin up so I met his dark gaze. "Good girl."

Why did his soft tone, his gentle words make me feel better? I should have hated him, hated them all for letting him do
that
to me, but I didn't. Somehow the punishment cleansed me of my wrongdoing, and it certainly would be a reminder to be cautious with my words in the future.

Cole

Eating lunch and holding a conversation with Grant and Maura while having my cock sucked was not as easy as I'd thought. I was thankful to Grant for understanding my lapses in conversation and most likely the glazed look of pleasure I had toward the end. Tessa's lack of skill was carnal and erotic enough to have me coming so hard. She'd tried again and again to take me all the way in, but struggled. Her tongue had licked and sucked at me in a most endearing way.

Tessa had needed to be punished for her actions toward Maura; she must learn that a sharp tongue would not be allowed and would be quickly disciplined. I had no doubt she'd acquired this trait from her family who seemed to excel at targeting the weakness in others. An apology would have sufficed, but I doubted Tessa would recognize the value in her actions without a true punishment.

Based on what I knew about Tessa's upbringing and what she'd told me thus far, her parents were fairly ruthless and extremely liberal with their corporal punishment. This clearly meant spanking her would be lumping me in with her parents, at least from her viewpoint. Therefore, I'd had to think quickly for an alternative, something that would teach her a lesson without beating her. I didn't want to hurt her, either emotionally or physically, but instead to have her flourish. She needed to come to trust me, to see that while strict, I would protect her and cherish her. That's why I combined praise along with her punishment. The way she took it without complaint made me proud.

"I don't understand," Tessa said as we neared the porch. During our five minute walk back to our house, I'd stared at her breasts, those voluptuous mounds capped with bright pink tips. They were going to be a constant distraction, especially with my seed drying on them as they were now. I was hard, probably a permanent state around her from now on. She was more than I could hope for.

"If it's about your punishment--"

"No," she said, cutting me off. "I...I understand the reasoning for it, and I thank you for not hitting me." She licked her lips and furrowed her brow. "But, I wonder, why was Maura nice to me?"

I'd been correct that she would not tolerate a spanking, but I frowned at her question. "She's nice to everyone. Why shouldn't she be nice to you?"

"I'd been unkind to her. She should hate me."

Tessa was truly confused, and that made my fists clench in anger at her parents. I took a deep breath and relaxed in the hopes of showing a calm demeanor. "I'm sure she understands some of the things you're going through in your transition to being my wife. She's been through it herself. She's even been punished a time or two over the years. Do you think everyone should hate you?" I stopped and looked down at her, brushing her hair back from her face. It seemed to always be in a tangle.

She gave a small shrug, which lifted her breasts up. I shifted my cock in my pants. "Well, yes. I'm...I'm not a very nice person, it seems, so why shouldn't they?"

"I like you. Very much. Tessa, darlin', you please me greatly."

"But how?" she sputtered.

Oh, the poor woman. Leaning down, I gave her a simple kiss, rested my forehead against hers and ran my hand over my dried seed on her breast. "By being you. I like you just the way you are. All right," I added, when she opened her mouth, "you need to be more thoughtful with your words, but you learned your lesson."

"Yes, Cole," she replied. "I have."

"Did you know my cock's hard again?"

She tilted her head back so she could look at me, then dropped her gaze. "Really?"

I chuckled, placed her hand over the front of my pants so she could feel it. "You make me so hot Tessa, especially looking at you like this with my seed splattered across your beautiful breasts."

"But I can't swallow it all."

"Hey," I said, when her voice sounded disappointed. "You'll learn. It takes time and I assure you I will enjoy your practice. "

Tessa gave me a small smile and her small hand squeezed my cock. I couldn't help but hiss out a breath.

"Oh," she replied. "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head slowly. "On the contrary, darlin'."

"Oh!" she replied again, this time with a small grin.

"There's my girl."

I reached up and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. It seemed her hair was as wild as she was. "Your parents, they put these crazy notions in your head, didn't they?"

Tessa nodded in confirmation, her smile slipping, her hand leaving my cock. "And my older sister. She's a complete witch."

"Ah," I replied, learning even more. Henrietta Bowers, now Henrietta Johnston, was several years older than Tessa and I had only met her once, and that time just in passing. I'd heard her husband had a very lengthy training period with his new bride. Perhaps Tessa only knew rudeness because kindness had never been shown. It seemed it was my job to teach her even more than just meeting my needs.

The sound of a wagon ended our conversation. Tessa held a hand up to her forehead to shield her eyes. "Oh dear," she whispered, her shoulders drooping.

It seemed speaking of Tessa's sister conjured her up, along with her mother. They rode together, a trunk in the wagon behind their bench seat. Pulling the reins, Mrs. Bowers stopped the horses in front of us.

I had no choice but to help both ladies down.

"Well," Mrs. Bowers said, glaring at Tessa. "Married a day and problems already."

Henrietta moved to stand beside her mother, their looks very similar, both with fair hair, equally pinched expressions and similar rounded shape. Tessa's dark hair and lush curves were quite a contrast.

"Hello, Mother, Henrietta," Tessa murmured.

"It's a fine day for a ride, Mrs. Bowers," I added.

"It is," she replied, staring imperiously at her younger daughter. "We brought Tessa's trunk for you."

"That's a mighty fine gesture and a long way to come." I reached into the back and lifted the trunk off the wagon and placed it on the ground. 

"I told you she would be obscene," Henrietta hissed, staring unabashed at Tessa's breasts.

"Why do you have seed upon you like that?" Mrs. Bowers asked. "Really, Tessa, didn't I tell you anything yesterday? Are you refusing him?"

Tessa flushed bright red. "Mother, please."

Mrs. Bowers shook her head. "Well?"

Tessa squirmed while Henrietta preened, pleased with her sister's scolding.

"I am not refusing him," Tessa lifted her chin. "In fact, Mr. Bridger has said he's quite pleased with me."

Mrs. Bowers sour face turned to me in question as I returned to Tessa's side, pulled her in close.

"I am surprised I can still walk with my need for her so evident," I replied, not daunted they would see my cock pressing against the front of my pants. I wanted my wife. I was not going to hide that fact nor tolerate their behavior. It was time to make them uncomfortable.

Both women stared down at my cock, which, until they arrived, was being fondled by my wife.

"But her breasts!" Henrietta sputtered. Both she and her mother were modestly covered with the wraparound scarf. Thankfully. Their breasts were not a sight I wished to see.

I ran my hand over Tessa's breast, thumbed a nipple and a small sigh escaped her lips. "Yes, they're amazing, aren't they? I can't seem to get enough of them, as you can clearly tell." I brushed my finger over the dried seed.

"There's something wrong with you," Henrietta scolded me.

"You may belittle me as you wish, but you may not speak like that to my husband," Tessa replied, her voice icy cold. She took my hand and placed it firmly on her breast. "Doesn't your husband desire you enough to cover you in his seed?" Tessa stared fiercely at her sister, then looked up at me with a heated gaze. Gone was the cowering woman.

I looked at Tessa's family, one eyebrow raised, a satisfied smirk on my face, my palm kneading her firm flesh.

Mrs. Bowers and Henrietta's mouths fell open. "Well, I never," breathed Mrs. Bowers.

Tessa turned her head briefly. "Yes, mother, clearly you've never...well, never pleased your husband? And you, Henrietta? Outraged by my breasts being exposed in front of my home? In the view of my husband, who's said he is more than satisfied with them. I am only doing his bidding." Looking up at me, she added,  "I believe you are in need of my services?"

My cock couldn't get any harder. "Yes, wife. I certainly am." I tugged Tessa over to the hitching rail in front of the porch, gently placed her hands upon the weathered wood. "I'm going to fuck my wife now. I'm sure you can find your way home." I turned my back on my mother- and sister-in-law who were hissing like two wet cats.

I had every intention of fucking Tessa, but not with an audience. Leaning over Tessa's back, I whispered in her ear, feathering kisses on the outer shell as I did so. "I'm so proud of you, darlin'. As soon as they're gone, I'm going to show you how much you please me."

She arched her back into my belly. "Yes, Cole."

The wagon rolled away, the horses hooves plodding against the summer grass. I caressed Tessa's breasts that hung down, cupping them and brushing my thumbs over the nipples. As I waited for the sound of the wagon to dissipate, I murmured to my wife. "So beautiful. I love your breasts. Just the way they are. I love seeing them. You saw what it does to me. Now you're going to receive your reward."

I worked her skirt up her smooth legs so that it was piled upon her back, her pale ass exposed to the bright sunshine. And my gaze. Using one foot, I nudged hers apart. Her pussy was wet for me, just as I liked. I couldn't wait any longer. Opening the placket of my pants, I pulled my cock free and slid into Tessa's waiting warmth in one smooth stroke.

Tessa cried out her pleasure, her back curving to take me deeper. Gripping her hips, I worked my cock in and out. In and out. "I love fucking you, darlin'. You are so beautiful. I'm going to come so hard."

Reaching around, I found her clit and worked it gently with my thumb. "Come for me, Tessa. Now," I commanded. This was going to be a quick fuck; I couldn't last.

Her inner muscles clenched down as her body flushed brightly and she screamed. Her pleasure pushed me directly into mine, her pussy milking my cock rhythmically and I couldn't hold back. I called out her name as I filled her with my seed.

***

The next morning after breakfast, Doc knocked on the door, holding his satchel and hat. He was a few inches shorter than I, but equally broad shouldered. He was whip smart and had an easy wit. Besides that, he had a direct, authoritative manner coupled with the patience of a saint.

"Hello, Doc," I said, letting him in.

Tessa came out of the kitchen to meet him. I took her hand in mine, gave it a gentle squeeze. She kept her head lowered and I could see her face flush hotly. Clearly she was still not adjusted to exposing her body to others, especially men.

"Congratulations to both of you."

"That's mighty kind of you," I replied. My brothers and I grew up with Adam, running wild and raising hell together, until he went off to medical school back east. Upon returning, he'd taken over from the old doctor who'd retired and had been the town's caregiver for the past five years. "I'm glad you're here, Doc. Tessa has been such a good girl and is sucking my cock. Unfortunately, she can't seem to swallow all my seed."

She gasped and her surprised gaze flew up to meet mine. Her blue eyes flared in mortification as she attempted to yank out of my grasp.

"I'm pretty big and she can't get my cock to the back of her throat without fighting it."

Doc nodded sagely. "Yes, I can see the seed on her breasts."

Tessa gasped, covered herself with her hands. This morning she'd again not been able to take all of my seed. "Don't cover up, darlin'. I love to see my seed there."

"Then why is there a problem?" she asked, her brow creased.

"Because you need to learn to take all of me with ease. When you can do so, my seed will slide right down your throat. Please, take a seat," I told my friend. "Tessa, sit with me."

We took our seats in front of the cold fireplace and I tugged Tessa down onto my lap.

"You can't fit Cole's cock in your mouth as he'd like?" Doc asked Tessa.

Tessa didn't speak at first. "No. He doesn't fit," she whispered.

"Have you been able to take him to the back of your throat at all?"

"Yes,"

"But...."

"But I can't breathe and I choke."

"Ah," Doc answered, nodding in understanding. "Are you able to swallow any of his seed?"

"Some," she replied quietly.

Doc stood and went over to his bag, pulled out a few items for Tessa. I wanted her to be able to suck my cock like a common whore - deeply, completely and swallow every drop of my seed. Training her to do this would take time and I was a patient man. To offer her an incentive to her hard work, I'd ensure she came every time.

"To keep from distracting her from her cock sucking, I would only put small plugs in her ass for the time being, not corks. Small ones, but they should be long enough to remind her that she will be filled," Doc told me. "Her focus should be on her mouth, not her ass." He handed one of the items to me and sat back down. "That is a mouth trainer."