Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2)

Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) Page 12

by Vanessa Vale

  I contemplated Cole's words as the minister spoke. Was my sister envious of me? Was my mother jealous? All the while, I shifted my hips, forcing the dildo in my pussy to move, made the plug in my ass push in further. The leather strap that ran down between my legs bumped my clit and I squeezed Cole's hand, not wanting to cry out in church. I looked around; everyone was focused on the small choir. I could see my parents with my younger siblings toward the front, Henrietta and her husband beside them. I didn't give them much heed as my fearful thoughts were diverted toward finding my next release.

  Cole leaned down and kissed my ear lightly, then whispered, "Do you need my cock?"

  His hot breath made me shiver. I glanced up at him so we almost bumped noses. His dark eyes were mesmerizing and I nodded. Quietly, Cole stood and led me outside and around to the side of the building. A small grove of cottonwood trees stood at the bank of a small creek and he led me behind one. The sun was warm on my skin and my husband was tending to me, giving me what I needed. I was very happy. He'd left church, the townspeople, everything, so he could meet my needs.

  "You want to come, don't you, darlin'?"

  "Yes, Cole. Please," I practically begged.

  "On your knees and take out my cock. I want to come, too." I quickly complied and soon grasped his hot shaft in my palms. I licked my lips, waiting for the first taste of him. Glancing up at him, he looked just as eager as I felt. "It seems we're both insatiable. I'm going to hold your head in place, Tessa, and fuck your mouth. All you need to do is keep your mouth wide open."

  I licked my lips once more, then opened. His large palms framed my face and he fed his cock into me slowly, pushing all the way to the back. I tried to shift to accommodate to his large girth, but he gave me no quarter. He fucked my face. There was no other term for it. He moved his hips forward and back, using my mouth for his pleasure. "You're so good at this, darlin'. I easily hit the back of your throat now. I'm going to push in all the way, then stay there. I'm going to hold still and you're going to come."

  I opened my eyes wide and glanced up at him. His jaw was tense, the muscles in his neck corded, his features severe in the sun's shadow. I made him this way. The very idea had me preening, eager to make him come. So hard. "Good girl. Come for me, darlin'." He thrust deep, held still. "Now!"

  It was as if he triggered something when I took him all the way in, because I came just as he'd dictated. I couldn't help it, couldn't control my body. Cole controlled it. He controlled me completely, and I loved it - loved the way he made me feel, the way I could just let go and let him give me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.

  I breathed deeply through my nose, savoring the remnants of my orgasm as Cole pulled back and waited. He waited for me to be ready, then began fucking my mouth with vigor. I couldn't do anything but take it, take everything that he gave me, that he took from me in return. When he came, he drove deep and his seed erupted down my throat. The hot wash made me come again. I swallowed his seed as I let the second wave of pleasure wash over me.

  After a fashion, we reentered the sanctuary for the remainder of the service. Since we had sat in the back, our disappearance seemed to have gone unnoticed. It wasn't long before the service ended and we were all outside. After thanking the minister and walking toward the wagon, my family approached. All remnants of my satiation from the orgasms left me at the sight of them.

  "Tessa," my father called out.

  My arm was hooked through Cole's elbow and I could feel him warm and solid against my side. My younger siblings had gone off gallivanting with their friends, so it was just my parents with Henrietta and her husband. Cole tipped his hat to the ladies. "Ma'am," he said to my mother.

  "It appears marriage agrees with you," my father said, looking me over as if considering a cow for purchase.

  I remembered Cole's words and didn't reply. I watched their expressions as if to read them like a book, to see why they disliked me so.

  "Marriage is quite agreeable, Cole replied.

  "She isn't giving you trouble, is she?" my mother asked Cole, her eyes narrowed as if she could suss out any difficulties just by looking at us.

  "Quite the contrary, as you witnessed the other day. She pleases me immensely."

  I looked up at my husband and he smiled down at me. A real smile that reached his eyes and was just for me. He meant it. I pleased him.

  "You couldn't remain in church for the whole hour? What did you do to earn a punishment sitting in church?" Henrietta asked, her voice superior and haughty. Was she envious my husband took me outside, paid attention to me?

  "Etta," her husband scolded.

  When I didn't say anything, she continued. "She couldn't possibly please him. He's lying to keep the shambles of their marriage a secret. You should have seen her the other day. A veritable harlot with her shameful body. I mean, really, look at her." She pointed at me. "I told her again and again her bosom was too large. And her viper's tongue. Cole must clearly be into meting out punishment. Is that what he desires, Tessa?"

  I just stared at my sister. She was a lunatic, pure and simple. Jealous of me. Or strong feelings of inadequacy in herself. How dare she slander Cole because she had something against me! Like Cole said, I just listened to her words. I didn't take them in, didn't let them hurt me because she was wicked. Cole had said I spoke harshly when I was scared. Why did Henrietta speak to me so? What was her reason? Was she scared? Of me? The answer wasn't to come at this moment, perhaps not ever, but there was a new clarity, a new insight into my family that I couldn't see before. It was like a dirty window that had been washed clean.

  "If Tessa is not biddable or to your liking," my mother told Cole, "we won't take her back. We won't have her shaming us like that. I suggest a leather strap. That brings about excellent results." She shrugged. "If not, the only alternative for her is Rose's in town. The townspeople will think lowly of Tessa, not of us, and especially if you reject her. Or, you can just give her to your ranch hands. I understand you have quite a few."

  I was quite familiar with the leather strap my mother spoke of. She'd meted out punishments with it to both Henrietta and me quite frequently. But her talk about Rose's, the town brothel, and having Cole give me to the ranch hands? Her words were becoming even more aggressive. Was my happiness making her so antagonistic?

  "Well?" Henrietta asked. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

  "Both of you have said quite enough already. I'm not sure if I could add to that, except to say that I'm very happy with my husband. Blissfully so."

  Cole smiled down at me. "Blissfully? he asked, clearly ignoring everyone else.

  I grinned back. "Blissfully," I repeated.

  Cole gave me a brief kiss, then turned to the other men. "Johnston, how you handle your wife is none of my business, nor my concern, but when she disrespects my wife as she's done, I expect an apology."

  Henrietta's husband tugged on Henrietta's bun, pulling her head back. "Silence, wife." He turned his gaze to me. "Mrs. Bridger, I apologize for my wife's words. She has always been jealous of you and thus very spiteful. I have tried to curb her feelings toward you, however it does not appear to have taken."

  Jealous? Of me? Perhaps it was just as Cole had said. Why hadn't it been obvious before now? Their behavior may have been...tolerable.

  "Paul, how dare--"

  He took something from his pocket and placed it into Henrietta's mouth. I could see when he stepped back that it was a large ring. It opened Henrietta's mouth like a dildo but it was hollow and shallow. I could see into the dark cavern of her mouth. My sister groaned around it, stomping her foot.

  "It appears time for us to leave," Paul replied, his tone angry. By the flush on his cheeks and the rigid muscles, he was not happy with Henrietta. "It may be quite some time before my wife returns to church. She has a similar ring that goes in her ass to moderate her temperament, which keeps her very restricted to home. I assure you, Bridger, that she will be contrite soon enough."