Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) (7 page)

"You wouldn't. You were a child, then an unmarried woman."

I placed a hand on his arm, the large muscles of his biceps clenching beneath. "You...you want everyone to see me like this?" Is this what he desired? To share my breasts with others?

"Not everyone will see you, but here on the ranch, yes."

I bit my lip. "But why?"

"Besides it being what a wife wears, it allows me to see your beautiful breasts at all times. I don't want anything in the way if I want to touch them. Pull on your nipples. Suck on them."

I gasped. I couldn't help it. The mental image he wrought was very appealing.

"Can't you do that here, in the house, in private?"

Cole lifted my chin with his thumb, forcing me to look at him. "What's the matter, darlin'? The real issue, please, because you know you'll be exposed to others. Sam's already seen you."

"I don't like my breasts," I whispered. There. I'd said it. I felt tears well in my eyes.

"Oh, darlin'. They're sheer perfection. Why wouldn't you like them?" He ran a knuckle over my exposed flesh.

"My...my sister says they are obscene. Too large for a woman of my stature, that a man will find me grotesque and will only wish to copulate with me in the dark."

He barked out a laugh. "Grotesque? Copulate in the dark?" His eyebrows went up.

He was mocking me. "How dare you laugh at me!" I couldn't help the tears that slipped down my cheeks.

"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at what your sister said. Did we copulate in the dark when I took your maidenhead?"

"Well, no."

"Exactly. I couldn't wait any longer to fuck you. What about this morning, at the bar? That wasn't even in bed."

I sniffed. That was true. "We don't copulate, darlin', we fuck. And you love it. Your sister's words weren't the only ones to make you feel this way about yourself. Who else hurt you?"

I couldn't deny him my words. He wasn't cruel, only curious. Protective even. "My mother told me I was wanton and wicked to have breasts that would taunt a man. That's why she had me push everyone away."

"You do have breasts that taunt a man. Me." He cupped my breasts in his large palms, ran his thumbs gently over the tips as he spoke. "Only me. Even though others will see them, they're mine. I want you to show everyone your breasts...
my
breasts. It pleases me for you to do so."

"Really?" I eyed him speculatively, trying to focus on his words, not his thumbs.

"Really." He nodded. "As for your mother, she's right about one thing."

I arched a brow in question.

"You are wanton and wicked."

He pulled on my nipples in such a way that mixed pleasure with pain. "Oh?"

"You like this?"

My lids fell closed and I nodded.

"Good. I want you wanton and wicked, Tessa. With me, you can be as decadent as you want."

He dropped his hands, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

My eyes fluttered open and I felt...lonely without his touch, even though he stood right in front of me.

"All right?" he asked, voice full of concern.

I swallowed back my tears, felt better for sharing my feelings. "For now."

"It will take time, Tessa, to adjust. You just have to be honest with me. I will be truthful with you. Come, it is time for lunch." The discussion seemed to be over.

I followed him into the kitchen as he looked about.

"Where is the meal? Didn't Maura bring it over?"

Oh dear. "She did, but...she surprised me and I told her to go."

He arched one brow in silent question. "Did she, or did she not, say that I asked her to bring the food?"

"She did."

"Yet you sent her away."

"Yes. But...but I was ashamed of my body and lashed out."

"Hmm. That is something that we will have to work on. In the meantime, we will go to their house then. Let's go. I'm hungry."

I just stood in the kitchen as he made it all the way to the front door and opened it before he realized I wasn't following.

Again, a raised eyebrow. "Tessa," his voice grew deep. "You are the one that sent Maura away, so we must leave the house. I am hungry and we are going."

"I'm not going," I countered, holding my ground. "Not like this." I wasn't ready for people to see me dressed like this. Cole may feel pride in displaying me to others, but I was not as eager to do so.

Without saying a word, Cole came over to me, bent down and tossed me over his shoulder. He had the gall to carry me the distance to Grant and Maura's home as I kicked and screamed the whole way, not wanting anyone to see my breasts. Nothing I said or did would halt his movement. It wasn't until he'd knocked upon their door and entered was I lowered.

It took me a moment to get my bearings after being upside down and when I did, Grant stood by the door. He was tall like Cole, but trimmer, lankier.

"Grant, this is my wife Tessa. I believe you’ve already met."

"Ma'am," he replied, although he wasn't smiling.

"You've met his wife, Maura."

Maura was in the kitchen, but turned to give Cole a smile, which slipped when she glanced at me.

The sight made me ache inside, knowing my harsh words had made this woman think poorly of me. I'd been sharp tongued to people in the past and it hadn't bothered me before. Why now? I was so overwhelmed by Cole, by my body's reaction to him, what he expected me to do to him, my clothes. Everything. I was off kilter, like a chair with one leg too short, wobbly and unsure. And now I'd gone and made Cole mad and hurt Maura's feelings. In turn, I hadn't made a friend of Grant in the process.

Maura carried a large soup tureen from the kitchen and placed it on the center of the table. The soup smelled delicious, but her attire distracted me. She was dressed very similarly to me, with an blouse identical to mine, cut to reveal her breasts. She'd only stuck her head around the door earlier. Had I let her in, I would have seen her wearing her blouse, seen her breasts exposed just like mine. Hers were noticeably smaller than mine, but the corset lifted her amply. Her nipples were large and extremely long, a darker shade of rose than mine. Having never seen another woman besides my sister unclothed, I had not imagined nipples to be so...ample.

I surreptitiously glanced at my own breasts. They were much, much larger, obscenely so, pushed up as they were, but my nipples were much more demure.

"Maura, it smells wonderful, and I apologize for barging in like this, especially after having you carry our meal to the house, and then back." With the last, Cole glanced at me, clearly waiting for me to apologize.

"I am sorry, Maura, for being so unfriendly. I've found myself a little overwhelmed and I was not kind to you when I could have used a friend," I replied, contrite. If only I'd kept quiet, I'd have learned my breasts weren't the only ones to be exposed on the Bridger ranch.

The woman gave me a soft smile and a nod and I was surprised by her easy forgiveness.

"Not all women are as hurtful as your sister. In time, you will come to see that she was the exception, not the norm."

I looked down at the wood floor during his chastisement. He was correct, but that didn't lessen the sting.

"Thank you, darlin', for making things right with Maura. However, you have hurt the feelings of Grant's wife and you can not go unpunished for your behavior. You must remember that there are consequences to your words."

"But--" I glanced up at Cole and quickly shut my mouth. Now was not the time to argue.

"You are clearly too old for soap in your mouth. Instead, you will suck my cock until I am finished my lunch. It is the perfect way for you to remain quiet and learn to not speak out of turn."

My jaw dropped, stunned by his words. I wasn't sure if I should be mortified or appalled. Perhaps both. "You want me to...what? Here?" I waved my arm. "With
them
in the room?"

"This is
their
house. If you'd been kinder to Maura and let her in the door, we'd be eating a private meal right now. You
chose
this venue and by your behavior you've
chosen
to suck my cock instead of eating your lunch. Now get under the table."

Cole sat down at the table, picked up his spoon. He looked to me expectantly. I glanced at Grant, whose hand rested upon his wife's on the table. Would I want Cole to defend and protect me in such a way if I'd been bullied by another woman? Would I want her to be chastised and punished, just like me? Oh God, I would. I had to make this right.

I took a deep breath and lowered to my knees, crawling beneath the table to kneel in front of Cole.  It was dark and sheltered under the table; Grant and Maura could no longer see me. I undid Cole's pants and pulled his cock free. It was so big! Was it always like this? So hot to the touch, with veins pulsing along the length? Would he taste the same, feel the same against my tongue?

"Tessa, be sure to work my cock to the back of your throat as I instructed this morning," he told me, his voice muffled slightly from the table.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head and thought about everything Cole taught me only hours before; licking the broad head, running my tongue over the long shaft, then taking it deep. He'd wanted me to take it all, filling my mouth and into my throat. He was too big and his size made me gag. I couldn't help it. His copious seed had surprised me and it had overflowed. I hadn't been able to swallow it fast enough.

I had to try again, to get better. I licked the head like a candy sucker. This time the small hole oozed a clear liquid that coated my tongue. Salty and musky flavored, just like earlier. I took his cock into my mouth, working it in and out. I didn't know what I was doing and he wasn't shifting his hips like he had earlier to dictate his pleasure. I lowered my head down slowly, filling my mouth with his cock, further and further until I hit that spot that made my eyes water, that made me lose my breath. I retreated, then tried again. I couldn't get it in all the way! Tears sprang to my eyes at how my mouth was crammed full and he wanted me to take even more. It was impossible!

As I continued to work him into the back of my throat, I heard voices above the table. They were conversing as if I weren't there instead of sucking my husband's cock! This was the punishment; being ignored instead of conversing with them. I should be sitting with them, chatting amiably about being newly married, the weather. Anything. But no, I'd had to hurt Maura's feelings. I felt ashamed.

I continued for five, ten minutes; I lost track of time. There'd been no change in Cole's cock. My mouth was tiring and I was exhausted from the lapses in my breathing. His cock was still thick, the head still broad and flaring, the length more than I could fit in my mouth. Liquid hadn't gushed from the end like it had before. My eyes filled in frustration.

I had no idea how to get his seed to come out. I couldn't befriend Maura. I didn't know how to talk to other women, how to be nice. I'd had no kind example, only my older sister whose sole purpose before marriage had been to torture me. Even my mother sided with Henrietta. Nothing I ever did was right. Tears rushed hotly down my cheeks, but I could do nothing about them.

Cole's hand in my hair surprised me from my depressing thoughts. It was a gentle caress, soft and for some reason, reassuring. How did he know I was upset? Even in punishment, he was reassuring me. I sucked my cheeks in, pulling on his hard length and I felt his hand clench in my hair. He wasn't unaffected! This gave me some motivation, knowing I could arouse my husband. Soon enough, he put pressure on my scalp, lowering me even further onto his cock. I couldn't pull back. His hold was too tight. I squirmed, cried out but I was stuffed full. Even though I knew he liked my ministrations, I couldn't breathe. Just as I was beginning to panic that I'd never get air again, I felt that thick rush of his seed. I swallowed convulsively, trying to take it all. His flavor coated my tongue, washed down my throat. Finally, finally, he released me and lifted my head from his spent cock. I took deep breaths of air.

Cole carefully slid his chair back enough to put himself back in his pants, then even further to stand up. He bent down and held out a hand to me and I crawled out from beneath the table. I couldn't meet his eye nor our hosts’ as I wiped frantically at his seed that had dribbled down my chin and onto the tops of my exposed breasts.

"Leave it, please. I like seeing my seed upon you." He tilted my face up to look at him. "You did well, Tessa, taking your punishment. You are also very good at sucking cock."

I felt my cheeks flush at his immodest words, but relieved knowing I'd pleased him. I chanced a glance up at him, all disappointment I'd seen earlier was gone, replaced by a sated expression. Turning, I faced Grant and Maura. I must have looked a sight - mottled face from crying, seed dripping down my chin, thrusting breasts. "Thank you for having me in your home. Maura, I apologize for being unkind earlier. I look forward to you stopping by again."

"Perhaps tomorrow? I'm sure you may have some questions only another woman might be able to answer," Maura offered, her smile kind. I was taken aback by her consideration.