Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) Read Free

her ass. It was expected to be done as part of the wedding ceremony -  a husband's duty, and a sign of a married woman - but she had no knowledge of our ways and no doubt would have protested such an activity in a fashion that would have forced me to punish her. Since that would inhibit her training to my ways, doing the corking at the ranch would be soon enough.
    “I...I don't understand,” she murmured, her voice all husky. She darted glances at both Sam and Cole.
    Her tentative words made my cock even impossibly harder. When she'd stepped down from the coach, I'd been pleased. Hell, I'd been thrilled beyond measure. She was even prettier than I could have hoped. Beautiful, even. Her hair was as dark as mine, but was thick and wild, fighting against the pins that held it up and off her neck beneath her bonnet. Her skin was fair, like cool cream. Her eyes were green, a deep emerald that I knew would darken when she was aroused, which would be a constant state for her soon enough.
    She was tall for a woman, but still only rose in height to reach my chin. She was trim, but with delightfully ample breasts that would cause me constant distraction. I was definitely a man who favored breasts that were an abundant handful. Her hips flared wide beneath her skirts. I'd been rock hard since I first laid eyes upon her, and was thankful for her innocence to not recognize my uncomfortable situation. This, too, would be rectified by the end of the day. Her naiveté would help as she bent to my dominance, learned how a wife should comport herself, and how she would think solely about her body and how she could use it to please me.
    Sam and Cole remained quiet; the slow gait of their horses had them loping along next to us, listening to the conversation. It was my job—and privilege—to enlighten Catherine to her duties. They'd have their own wives soon enough, and they were obviously learning how to be effective when it was their turn. Ranch life held little privacy. Their role as brothers-in-law would be much different than she was familiar.
    “As my wife, your job is to meet my needs. I don't mean cooking and cleaning. I mean with your body. Fucking...and other things I'll instruct you on later. If you follow my rules and do what's expected of a wife without question, without complaint, you'll please me greatly, which means I will please you. My requirements are rigorous and different from the city folk, however, so I expect some difficultie s̶ "
    “Um...but....” Catherine stuttered, darted glances at Sam and Cole. "Do I have to..to fuck them, too? Is that what you mean?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper and her cheeks a bright red.
    We shared more than most siblings, but I wasn't going to let either of my brothers have her. Her pussy was mine. Her ass was mine. And I wouldn't hesitate to use her whenever, and wherever, I chose. Therefore, Sam and Cole would see her in various stages of undress, most likely being fucked, often punished. In the short term, trained certainly. The Bridgers didn't keep the intimacies of marriage behind closed doors.
    "Hell, no. As your husband, your body is mine."
    I felt Catherine's body relax at those words.
    “Is there anyone else at the ranch?” she asked.
    “There are a few ranch hands, our cousin Grant - who is the foreman -  and his wife, Maura,” I replied.
    “Will I...do I have to—”
    “No, sweetheart,” I said, assuaging her fears.
    “How many will I have to cook for? Eight or nine?”
    “As I said, you don't have to cook. Or clean. Or any other task like that. Maura will come in and tend to it all.”
    “So then what am I to do?” she asked. Her head turned to the side and I could see she worried her lip between her teeth. Obviously, she placed her value as a wife on her abilities to maintain the home.
    “You'll be busy learning how to be my wife, sweetheart. I don't want you distracted with anything else.” In a day or two, she wouldn't have anything else on her