by Vanessa Vale
“Keep your feet right where they are, darlin’. I’m going to bring you to your first climax. It would be a mighty shame if I had to punish you instead.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but if he planned to put his mouth back on me, I wouldn’t mind overmuch. It felt too good to do anything but obey. He lowered his head once again, but this time he used his thumbs to brush over my sensitive flesh, parting it, spreading me open for him.
“There now, look at that.”
I didn’t know what that was, but the reverence in his voice was apparent. He seemed to be pleased by what he saw. His tongue flicked out. “Your pussy tastes so good and is as ripe as a Georgia peach. This here’s your clit.”
He flicked over a small spot that had me crying out at the intense pleasure of it. I had been following his words, wondering about the peach part when that thought, and all others, fled my mind. I was focused solely on his tongue and what he was doing.
My hands gripped his head, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Do that again,” I demanded.
He lifted his head and grinned at me, his mouth glistening. “Bossy, aren’t you?” When he winked, I knew he was joking. “Like when I lick your clit?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He didn’t respond, just returned to it with vigor. In the matter of seconds, I was shifting my hips, but his hands held me firmly. At first his tongue remained solely on my… clit, but then moved down and circled my virgin entrance, dipping the very tip of it inside.
“Oh!” My inner walls clenched, my legs began to tremble.
I titled my head back and when his mouth returned to suck and lick at my clit once again, my eyes slipped shut. It felt too good to resist, to fight. What Ethan was doing to me was something I never even imagined. Not just the thought of having a man’s face between my legs, but the pleasure that action could wring from my body.
My breathing became labored and I started to pant. While the pleasure had been remarkable before, now it built and built to the point where it scared me. It was too much all of a sudden. “Ethan, I’m… it’s… I don’t know what to do!”
He growled and I felt the vibrations against my sensitive flesh. “You don’t have to do a thing, darlin’. Just give over and I’ll take care of you.”
“But—”
“Feel my hands?”
One hand gripped my inner thigh, the other moved so just a fingertip slipped over my slick flesh.
I nodded, my head pressing into the bed.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe. Pretend you’re hanging from a cliff and just let go.”
I felt his breath on my clit and it pulsed just before his mouth returned. He didn’t relent in his attention, pushing me further and further until I was, like he said, at the edge of a cliff. One more flick of his tongue and I would surely fall. What happened then?
“Oh!”
I had to trust in Ethan, that he would catch me. He stroked his tongue over me in just such a way that I let go and I fell, fell into the pleasure that pulsed and seeped from every inch of my skin. My clit was the epicenter of the feelings and spread throughout my body. My toes tingled, my cheeks flushed, my nipples tightened. Through it all, I felt Ethan’s hands on me, his tongue gently slipping over me until I was replete. Then, instead of being tense and on edge, I was sated and lax as if my bones had melted away. It was as if he’d wrung every bit of energy from my body in the most delicious of ways.
“What was that?” I asked, letting go of his hair and placing my hand on my belly.
Ethan lifted his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s called an orgasm. There are other ways to describe it. You climaxed. You came. Hard, by the looks of you.”
His eyes raked over me and I think he climaxed the modesty right out of me.
I grinned. “I liked it.”
He arched a brow. “You just liked it? We can do better than that.”
My eyes widened. “We can do that again?”
He murmured his assent as he leaned over me, his hands on either side of my head. His nose almost brushed mine. “Again and again. First, I want to kiss my bride.”
His lips brushed over mine, gently, almost sweetly. Once, twice, then he took it deeper. He angled his head and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue delved into my mouth and found mine. This wasn’t a kiss; it was an assault on my senses. I was overwhelmed. He tasted like peppermint and something sweet—was that what I tasted like down there? I breathed in his scent, dark and spicy, every time I was able to catch my breath. I was becoming warm again, my body almost eager for more of his mouth. This time he was arousing me, bringing me to climax with just a kiss.
Kissing along my jaw to my ear, he whispered, “I’m going to make you come again. Remember when I said I’d only put my cock inside you when you begged?”
He licked around the shell of my ear and I moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Give me a minute, darlin’ and you’ll be begging.”
His big hand stroked over my belly as he kissed down my neck, lower and lower until he took my nipple into his mouth. As he tugged on it and rolled it over his tongue, his hand dipped between my thighs. My knees came up and clenched his sides.
His fingers stroked over, then parted me, then circled my entrance. I couldn’t think about it too much because his mouth was doing very decadent things to one breast, then the other. He alternated between them, the tips becoming slick and hard and very, very sensitive.
My hands returned to Ethan’s hair once again, holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop his attentions. When his finger slipped inside of me, I cried out and clenched down. It was the first time I had something to grip with my inner muscles and I wanted more. While his finger was thick and he was certainly stretching me, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Bigger. Deeper. He pushed in and I winced, the pain of his touch making me gasp.
His head came up and he looked at me, his finger still deep inside. His lips were red and slick and I imagined mine were swollen, for they felt tingly from his kisses. “That’s your maidenhead, darlin’. It belongs to me. Doesn’t it?”
The thick digit retreated enough so it was no longer painful and it brushed over a spot that had me arching my back, pressing my heels into the mattress.
“Yes!” I cried. If he wanted my maidenhead, he could have it. I would give him anything in this moment, for I wanted what he’d given to me before. I wanted to climax so very badly.
“That there’s a special spot. I can stroke over it with my finger… like this.” He did and I gasped. Sweat broke out on my skin. “Or I could stroke it with my cock. That’s going to feel so darn good, won’t it?”
The idea of his cock, so big and thick, filling me and that flared head nudging the spot he was sliding over with his finger had me grabbing the sides of his head and pulling him up so he looked at me.
He grinned. “Yes, darlin’?”
“Please,” I begged, just as he said I would.
“Do you want my cock in your tight pussy? Do you want me to stretch you open nice and wide?”
I groaned, for the idea and his dark words had me desperate. His finger didn’t relent and was getting me closer and closer to the cliff he’d mentioned before, but not near enough to tumble off. Perhaps he was taunting me, making me beg on purpose. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter one whit whose idea it was for his cock to fill me up, for I wanted what he was giving me.
“Give it to me,” I breathed.
His eyes darkened and his finger slipped from my body.
“No!” I cried.
“Shh,” he soothed. Instead of his blunt fingers, I felt something warm and very broad at my entrance, probing and slipping over my wetness. “Your maidenhead is tight. My cock is going to tear it, darlin’, and it’s going to hurt.”
I stiffened and I tried to close my legs, but I only gripped his sides more snugly.
“Only as it’s torn, then I promise I’ll make it all b
etter. You’re dripping wet so I’m going to slide right in.”
Now I knew what my wetness was for. It was to ease the way of his cock and I was glad for it. His hips shifted and his cock parted my virgin tissues, stretching me, spreading my lower lips open to curve around him.
His jaw clenched as he slowly moved into me, a little at a time, then pulling back until I felt him bump into my maidenhead. I was panting now, trying to relax through the burn of being filled. I pushed at his shoulders, for while I wanted him inside me, I was also trying to keep him out.
“Let’s see if you like this.”
He put his hand between us, his thumb brushing over my clit and circling slowly. That extra attention had my body softening for him and I sighed in blissful pleasure. It blinded me to what he was about to do, for I recognized the feeling his thumb was bringing to life, like stirring glowing embers to a roaring fire. It was only when I lifted my hips up did he advance, pushing through my barrier in one smooth stroke until he was fully seated.
I stiffened and pushed at his shoulders once again, the pain of it sharp, the fullness of him within me overwhelming. “It’s too much,” I gasped.
Ethan’s hand gripped my hip as he held himself still. He surrounded me, consumed me. If this was it, how it felt to couple with a man, to make a baby, then I had to question my sisters’ logic.
“All right. You can, um… pull out now.”
Ethan’s breath fanned my shoulder as he let his head drop. When he lifted it to look at me, I saw sweat dotting his brow, his jaw clenched tightly. “Why would I want to do that, darlin’? I just got inside you.”
“Because we’re done. I… I took you and now it’s over.”
He grinned. “Over? We’re just getting started.”
“You mean—”
“What we’ve been doing, that was foreplay. This—” He shifted his hips and his cock moved. My eyes widened at the surprising spark. “—is fucking. The way you came all over my mouth, I’m confident you’re going to like it just fine.”
Another slight movement had my eyes widening. “Oh,” I breathed.
“Put your legs around my waist, darlin’. I’m going to take you for a ride.” I lifted my legs and he hooked one, then the other around his back. “Good girl.”
He pulled his cock out of me so just the flared head remained within. He lowered himself to his forearm so his face was close to mine. Stroking the hair back from my forehead, he said, “Riding a horse is pleasant at a leisurely pace, but it’s thrilling when you push the animal hard. Yes?”
I frowned at the odd question, so I just nodded.
“Then get ready for a thrill.”
He slammed back into me and took my breath away. Retreating, he took me hard again and again.
When my fingers dug into his shoulders this time, it wasn’t to push away, but to hang on. His hips pressed mine into the mattress, his chest rubbed over my breasts and taunted my hard nipples. His cock… oh, his cock stroked over places inside me that felt so good that my head was thrown back and my eyes were closed. I heard breathy sounds and realized it was me who was making them. He rubbed against my clit with every thrust and perhaps the doctor had magical abilities, but he knew exactly how to wring the pleasure from my body. Since he’d had me come before, I knew now what it would be like, but this, this was slightly different. Being filled so deeply, the way he rubbed against my sensitive inner walls, the way he nudged my clit, even having him be almost rough had me to the brink of my pleasure.
“Yes, oh Ethan, it feels good.”
Sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. This wasn’t neat. It wasn’t tidy. It was wet and carnal and dark and definitely wild. Ethan was fucking me with abandon, lost to his own pleasure and knowing I could make him this way pushed me over the edge.
I screamed my release as he continued to fuck me. My hips lifted to take him deeper, wanting more. His motions became jerky and he thrust deep once, then twice, before holding himself deep inside me.
His ragged groan was not of pain, but intense pleasure and I felt warmth pulsing deep inside me. With his forehead pressing against mine, our rough breaths mingled.
“Are we… is it done now?” I whispered.
Ethan kissed my forehead before slowly pulling out.
I hissed out a breath at the emptiness, at the feel of hot fluid seeping from me. Sitting back on his haunches, he stared between my legs almost reverently. With one finger, he stroked over my swollen flesh and then held them up. Before he’d shown me my wetness, my own arousal, but this time it was thick and white, tinged with pink.
“My seed, your virgin blood. I’m getting hard again.”
Coming up on my elbow, I glanced at his cock. I saw no difference in the size, only that it, too, was slick with our combined fluids. Was his cock always this big? How was he able to walk around? How had I never noticed it through his pants before?
“That means…?”
“That means that seeing my wife’s pussy dripping with my cum is arousing. I think I will have you show me your overflowing pussy after every fuck.”
The idea should have been crude and dirty, but it was instead quite heady. I had made Ethan this eager. I had made him so aroused that he spent his seed. My body was so pleasing to him that he wanted to look at it in one of the basest of ways. With my legs caught on either side of his body, I was completely revealed to him, all swollen and claimed. I’d thought fucking would be fumbling in the dark, but it was far from it.
Ethan stood long enough to strip off the remainder of his clothes before pulling back the covers and settling us beneath them. He turned me to face away from him, then tucked me up against him, just as we’d been at the Indian village. “Sleep. You’re going to need it.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ETHAN
Being called from my bed on my wedding night in order to stitch up a head wound on a man who’d been in a saloon fight did not make me happy. Therefore, it was in the man’s best interest he’d already passed out before I slipped my needle into his skin. I was neither gentle nor neat in my work. I was used to the random nature of my profession; I did not maintain normal office hours like a banker. My time was at the mercy of the sick.
I’d wanted to be a doctor since I was thirteen, the day my mother and sister were murdered by a small band of angry Yankees. My town had been burned and destroyed. Those who’d remained were either women or boys too young to fight and had to bear the brunt of the aggressors’ actions. I’d been powerless to defend or save either of them. I’d been young, but I’d recognized what the war had been about: power. Power over other people. The whites owning the blacks. The Yankees crushing the Old South into oblivion. Total control. I had none… at the time.
But I’d vowed to never feel that same desperation, weakness and lack of control I had then. I’d gone to fight in order to survive—the army gave me clothes and food—not because of a political agenda. I worked tirelessly to pay for schooling and earned my medical degree with a focus and intensity born from tragedy. While I knew I couldn’t save my own family, perhaps I could save others who were just as downtrodden as we had been. I treated patients without prejudice and was all but driven from the state for it. The carpetbaggers from the north and the disarray of the south, even over twenty years after the war ended, motivated me to carve a new life elsewhere. The Montana Territory was a new beginning for me. I had a routine, a pattern to my day. While it was often rearranged by seeing patients, I was the one in charge. People listened to me, followed my directions.
I’d kept everything neat and tidy until Daisy Lenox. She was the first woman I’d ever met with a bluestocking mind, the body of a ten-cent whore hidden beneath very modest dresses and the behavior of a reckless youth.
Her mind intrigued me. Her body tempted and aroused me. Her behavior piqued every one of my control needs. At first I thought her to be a spoiled young lady, but when I saw the eager look in her eyes when I had given her nominal praise or admonition, I recognized
a kindred spirit. I needed to assert my dominance and in turn she needed to submit to it.
I knew it as fact, and on several occasions verified it, but Daisy would need time to recognize her true needs, to embrace them instead of being ashamed. I was quite eager to show them to her. I had not intended to marry, certainly not in the way it came about, but perhaps I had been missing something in my life as well. It was one thing to have ruthless precision over my own life, but I had lacked the opportunity to provide that to another.
I could tell my patients to take their medicine, but it was their final decision to heed my words. I’d told Daisy to wear a hat to ward off the cold, but I’d had no authority over her, no way to ensure she heeded my words for her well-being. When she’d almost died, I’d spanked her ass to a bright, fiery pink for her negligence, but I’d already accepted she was mine. If she wouldn’t take care of herself properly, I’d ensure that she did.
After I placed my satchel in its usual place by the door and washed my hands and face with the cold water from the pump in the kitchen, I added another log to the stove, then stripped as I took in Daisy, sound asleep on her stomach. I crawled back in bed carefully as not to wake her. For the first time, my bed was warm. The heavy smell of fucking and Daisy’s soft scent enveloped me. She murmured in her sleep as she rolled over and put her head on my chest, one leg tossed over mine. For a moment, I stilled, my hand just an inch above her soft skin, surprised by her unconscious action. It was in this moment, the darkest time of night when I was assured Daisy was safe in my arms that I could relax. I sighed and placed my hand on the silky skin of her lower back. I closed my eyes and slept, perhaps for once content.
***
“As your wife, I should have your breakfast made for you,” Daisy said from the doorway. I turned at the sound of her voice, coffeepot in hand. She had put on her shift, but nothing else. Her hair was long down her back, her lips red and a little swollen from my kisses. Her breasts were full and the nipples were visible through the thin fabric. I could see a hint of whisker burn on their upper swells. There wasn’t much of her that I had neglected the night before.
