Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

mind.
    She looked down at her lap, her fingers worrying at the fabric of her skirt. “I don't know how to be a wife,” she whispered. “What if I don't do it right?”
    The “it ” I had in mind involved fucking and pleasing me with her body - her pussy, her ass and her mouth. I had no doubt she'd do it right. Wives were given daily doses of an aphrodisiac, discovered originally by the Indians in the area to stimulate a woman's arousal. The plant, and its unique use, was shared with the original settlers of Liberty. Life in the wilds of Montana were hard, even harder on women. Keeping them aroused kept them happy, and dependent on a good fucking only a husband could provide.
    At first, the ground plant had been taken by mouth, but the terrible taste had wives refusing, which went against its intended purpose. With women refusing the plant, they were angry and rebuffed their man's attentions. Because of this, the men implemented strict rules for their wives, to force their ultimate submission. One masterful change was to form the crushed plant into not only an ointment, but also a hard, round form, which the husband pushed deep into his wife's ass daily where it was absorbed into the body and built her arousal into a continuous state of need. Humility came by the insertion itself. Quickly, the need for their husband to fuck them was too strong for them to focus on anything else and wives were once again docile and subservient. Because of the effectiveness, this procedure had not changed and continued to this day.
    As a wife was constantly aroused and intently focused on relieving this condition, it was the man's job to carefully protect and care for her. It was a role I longed to fill.
    In the Bridger family, it was the tradition of the husband to keep the true reason for the daily insertions a secret from his wife, who would otherwise fight against the permanent and complete domination of their bodies. Catherine might resist at first, but she would submit.
     
    Catherine
     
    Hours later, after a quiet dinner by ourselves ─ Sam and Cole had returned to their own houses on the ranch ─ I stood in my new bedroom with my husband, his large frame all but blocking out the remaining daylight from the window. His home was big, like the man himself. Fashioned from logs, it was rustic, but comparable in size to the mansions of the wealthy in St. Louis: two stories with many rooms I would have to explore, and a large porch to sit upon and take in the vast Bridger lands. The ranch, too, appeared vast and thriving. I'd seen a barn, a stable, and several other buildings in the distance, perhaps Sam and Cole's own homes. It appeared my husband was successful in his endeavors.
    Would he have the same mastery in marriage? I looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, knowing I was about to find out. Nervous didn't begin to describe how I felt. My hands were shaking, my palms damp, yet I wasn't frightened. He gave no indication of harming me - quite the contrary, in fact. The words he'd used repeatedly were protect, cherish, love, pleasure. Punish, as well, but I didn't think I could do much that would require that. I'd always been obedient with my father, even though he was a man who drank away all our money, and knew I should obey my husband. Mr. Bridger used the word fucking, too. He wanted to fuck me. I swallowed at the implications I could only guess at.
    "I want to see your body. I've been imagining what you look like all day. I want to feel the weight of your breasts, to know the color of your nipples, to see how distended and long they are. To see your pretty pussy."
    Mr. Bridger moved directly in front of me as he spoke and began to undo the buttons of my blouse at my neck. His words froze me in place. I felt embarrassment and heat spread through me at his blunt and carnal language.
    I licked my lips. "You said no marital relations until I'm ready."
    My blouse was white and long sleeved. Not a bit of skin showed, just as Mr.