by Kari Miller
After their chess game they joined Alex, Simon and Angel at the card table. When they finished their hand - they dealt Rachel, Salvador and herself into the game. The others kept to their corner and continued their heated debate about god knows what.
After several rounds of cards they all joined together and discussed everything from town gossip that could potentially affect them, past adventures and upcoming adventures. They never once treated Katherine as an outsider and always made sure to include her in the conversation. Salvador had taken a seat in an oversized armchair and prompted her to sit with him, but Katherine felt more comfortable stretched out on the floor. They were seated near the fire and she loved the warmth of the flames. She ended up taking off her kid slippers and placing them under the chair before seating herself with her back to Salvador but planted firmly between his legs, resting her head on his knee. Nobody blinked twice about the gesture and Salvador took advantage by taking a fistful of her hair and twining her strands through his fingers as they all spoke.
This to her is what home should feel like. The only thing missing were the children. She closed her eyes and let the conversation in the room overpower her thoughts. The only thing that she felt at the moment was the heat from the fire place and the gentle strokes in her hair. She was content and to be honest she didn’t want this evening to end. This is what she always dreamed of while growing up. She wanted the large family who accepted and loved each other. Her household was a far cry from that. While growing up, each person would go their own way after supper. They very rarely cherished time together as a family and when they did, it was only for show for whoever was observing them. She had envied her best friends family while growing up. Jessica Van Horne had a close family who would play instruments and sing together, doing all the things that a normal family should do. Katherine would visit as much as possible and try to pretend that she was part of their family. The only difference between the Van Horne’s and the brotherhood was that even though they were nice to her, they made it clear that her family was waiting for her at home, whereas the brotherhood made her feel as though she was already home.
She had made a couple of attempts to try and draw her mother and father into the same room and do something as a family, but it failed each time. Her father was either too drunk to care or her mother was too annoyed with her father to want to stay in the same room. They even slept in separate bedrooms as did the Van Horne’s. When Katherine arrived at the Cresta Estate the first night and was informed that she would be sharing the chamber with Salvador, she was shocked but grateful none the less.
Watching Salvador converse with his brothers and their wives made her feel as though she was seeing another side of him, a more domesticated side. The children that she envisioned running around the room were theirs and it was that thought that gave her a pang in her heart. When she was living in seclusion she had accepted that she would die in seclusion as well. The only thing that she regretted was never having children. Of course she wasn’t in a position at that time to have children, but even still she had always wanted them. At this moment she could envision Salvador with a sleeping babe in his arms or bumping the child on his knees. He would make the perfect father. He was responsible, authoritative, attentative, caring, and dutiful. As a husband he took very good care of her, although he was a tad domineering at times. When he released his desire for her he was completely in charge. Sometimes she felt weak because of it, but other times she was grateful because he had more life experience and she didn’t have to think – just do. The thought of another man touching her was not appealing and the thought of being separated from him tore at her heart. She had feared that she would fall in love with him and now she feared even more that it had already happened. She was scared that he would see that as a weapon to use against her to keep her in line. She had also rebuked their marriage so adamantly in the beginning and now only a short time later she found herself embracing it for dear life. Would he laugh and mock her for it? She didn’t think so, but the fear that he would was very real and she couldn’t risk being made the fool.
Alex and Angel stood up and stretched, breaking into her thoughts.
“Well, it’s been a good evening but we’re off to bed” Alex declared as he wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her towards the door.
“Night” each person said as they watched them stumble away.
Charles walked over to the liquor table and poured them each a glass of brandy and served it out to them. They all spoke for a little while longer and when everyone’s drink was empty, the men all stood helping their wives up at the same time.
Katherine was a little confused as they all strode out of the room and made their way to the stairs. Salvador hooked his arm through hers and led them upstairs. When they reached the top, they all mumbled their good nights and then separated into different sections of the wing.
“Salvador?” She questioned him.
“It’s late love and morning isn’t too long of a ways away.” He responded to her as he opened a door and pulled her through.
“We’re sleeping here?” She asked as her eyes roamed the beautiful room they were now standing in.
“Of course” He grinned while leading her to the bed.
On the bed was her nightgown laid as well as his robe.
“And you knew?” She asked him again.
“Of course - each week we have these dinners, we always spend the night and leave after lunch the following day.” He explained.
“And you didn’t think to tell me this sooner?”
“No. I packed up everything you would need and made sure you were well taken care of. I knew you were nervous about meeting the brotherhood and didn’t want to add onto that stress.”
“Do you always need to be the only one in the know?” She asked with annoyance as he helped her unbutton her dress.
“You’ll get used to it” he replied. She could hear the grin on his face. “Admit it, you love your new family and are only annoyed at me for with-holding information from you, but are secretly thrilled that you’ll get to see them again tomorrow.”
She sighed. Again Salvador had observed correctly.
“That’s besides the point.” She huffed out as she let the dress fall to the floor around her and reached for the nightgown.
Salvador snatched it out of her hands and tossed it on the chair beside the bed.
“Since when have I allowed you to sleep in our bed wearing anything but your skin?” He gently growled at her as he ran his hands up and down her naked arms.
“That’s just the thing, this is not “our bed” Salvador.”
“Regardless. I will not have material as a barrier between us.”
He reached around her and pulled her naked body against his. His skin was like fire and she felt as though she was being burnt with his desire. He cupped both breasts in his hands and teased her nipples erect. Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she let out a sigh as her body leapt to life under his touch. She felt his hardened shaft against the small of her back and reached around to stroke it. He groaned into her ear and traced a hand down to the core of her body. Tracing her thumb over the crown of his shaft, she smiled in triumph when he flinched. As she stroked her hand down again and then back up to tease his crown, he slipped two fingers into her. Without removing his fingers, he stepped around in front of her making her lose her grip on his shaft. Using his fingers, he pulled her across the room and sat himself on a chair. With his fingers still firmly planted in her, he positioned her in front of him and gently kicked her feet apart.
Taking both of her hands, he placed them on her breasts.
“Keep your nipples hard for me” he grunted out as he started to pump his fingers in and out of her.
She felt her face heat and looked away in embarrassment. She had never touched herself in that manner and felt that was the final straw that would push her over that edge of being a complete wanton. His thumb landed on her nub and she gave out a
gasp. When she felt a slap on her rear, she leapt back but couldn’t manage to dislodge his fingers from within her. Using those fingers, he pulled her back to where he wanted her to be.
“I told you to keep your nipples hard for me.” He growled out.
She closed her eyes and shyly tweaked her own nipples. He rewarded her by increasing the pressure on her nub, bringing out an involuntary moan.
Peeking through heavy lids, she was stunned to see that he was stroking himself with his free hand while his eyes were intently focused on her fingers around her nipples.
He increased the pace to which he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her mouth parted in a moan and her head fell back. The ends of her hair tickled her bum and she could feel his gaze burning into her breasts as she fondled herself. He brought her to near climax a couple of times and each time he would take his thumb away from her nub.
When she was reaching her climax again, she felt her knees starting to give from beneath her and released her breasts, falling forward and placing her hands on his shoulders for balance and support.
“Please Salvador, no more” she pleaded with him between gasps of air.
Instead of giving her release, he pulled her forward - making her stumble onto his lap.
Positioning her so she was straddling him, he held her over him for a moment before impaling her with his cock when he set her down. As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, he thrusted upwards - causing her to cry out at the severity of the thrust. She felt the sudden need to feel him deeper inside of her. Lifting herself up so that his crown was just at the entrance of her core, she then quickly lowered herself. He groaned into her breast as she repeated the movements. Shifting her hips and grinding herself into him, she took all of him inside of her. She panted and groaned as the muscles inside of her gripped onto him and tried to pull him in deeper. As she gyrated her hips against him, she saw stars as the orgasm rocked its way through her. He clamped onto her nipple and she felt his own release spilling into her and filling her up, making her feel whole again when her orgasm had ripped her apart. She rested her head on top of his and gently ran her fingers through his hair. His fingers were gently caressing themselves up and down her spine in a way that made her feel cherished.
Without a word he stood up with himself still firmly planted within her. She automatically wrapped her legs around him and hugged his neck as he moved them to the bed. Placing her on the bed, he started to make love to her again. She was less than coherent by the time he blew out the lantern and spooned her into him.
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The next morning Salvador ordered a bath to be brought up. He made sure that Katherine was covered up to her chin before letting the male servants in with the tub and then sat next to her patiently while they hulled in the water. By the time they left, Katherine was awake and grumbling about wanting to sleep. He loved her grumpiness in the morning; she was like a sleepy kitten just woken up from its most favourite nap. He flung back the covers and scooped her into his arms and made his way to the tub.
“Salvador” she protested weakly in her grumpy morning voice.
He simply kissed her on the forehead and lowered them both into the tub. She slowly came alive as he ran the cloth over her skin and then proceeded to wash her hair. When he had finished rinsing her off, she mumbled her thanks and took leave of the tub so he could finish washing himself. As he did so, he felt his shaft thicken even more at the site of her rubbing the towel against herself. From the corner of his eye, he watched her walk over to the chair and put on her robe. By the time she turned around again he was already out of the tub and drying himself off. She walked over and held his robe open for him. When he slipped in, she moved to the front of him with the ends of the tie in both of her hands. She pulled him forward and placed a kiss on his chest.
His cock leapt when she slowly lowered herself to her knees and her hands parted his robe, placing a kiss on his shaft.
Involuntarily, his hands threaded through her hair and then fisted as he felt her hot breath over his crown. He cried out her name when she expertly took him into her mouth and teased his cock with her tongue. Wrapping her small fist around his cock, she stroked it into her mouth while her tongue traced erotic patterns on the sensitive skin beneath his crown.
Soon she was taking him in deeper and deeper. His fists gripped her hair tighter and he his hips thrusted to meet her strokes. When she moaned in response, his toes curled and a grunt escaped between his clenched teeth. Her beautiful voice vibrated up his shaft and into every part of his body.
He felt himself swelling under her ministrations and his muscles tightening. When she felt it too, she stroked and sucked at him at a faster pace and her tongue stroked his cock from beneath as she moaned at each stroke - as though she was ingesting her most favourite snack.
Her tongue flicked across the crown of his cock and he lost himself in her. His body twitched as feral grunts escaped his lips. As she sucked out his cum and greedily swallowed it, stars burst from beneath his eyelids and when he opened them, he saw Katherine’s sweet mouth licking at his shaft and again he felt the shockwave of his second orgasm rage through his body.
When his sanity returned, Katherine was already halfway dressed and he was sitting on the floor with his knees bent upwards and his arms behind him supporting his upper body. He couldn’t even remember hitting the floor, more or less anything else after glimpsing upon his wife’s lips around his cock. This was the first time he had experienced anything like this from oral sex and wasn’t entirely sure he liked that loss of control. Katherine didn’t look smug or overly proud of herself, she simply looked happy as she finished dressing.
He slowly got to his feet and felt a small bought of dizziness as he straightened up. His shaft was for once completely satisfied and seemed to be pleasantly sated. He looked at it in astonishment as it lay there limp while his sweet Katherine was not more than ten feet away and the feel of her mouth was still embedded on him. But still it lay dormant.
He heard soft laughter come from her. He looked over to see her chuckling at him while brushing her hair.
“Do I amuse you?” He asked dryly.
“You’re looking at yourself as though you don’t know what it is!” she chuckled out as a blush coloured her lovely cheeks.
“Dear Lord woman, that’s a mighty weapon you have there!” He teased her as he shook off the after effects and made his way to his clothing.
She simply chuckled again and started to braid her hair.
He loved it when she braided her hair while it was still damp, it assured him that when he took the braid out later that night, her hair would be a mane of luxurious curls.
When they were both ready to go, they made their way down to the dining room. Salvador was still feeling the effects of his wife’s morning gift to him and couldn’t stop his eyes from continually wandering to her throughout the meal.
Everyone was relatively quiet except for Simon and Peter who chided each other in good fun. Afterwards they all went for a ride. Charles and he looked on in disapproval as Katherine requested that the stable boy switch out her side-saddle for one that she could ride astride.
Most of the brothers including himself kept close to her just in case she tumbled, but to their surprise she managed the ride rather well. When they realized she was not new to riding in such a manner, they galloped off at a pace that suited themselves, leaving her and Salvador alone.
“You ride rather well Kat, but if I ever catch you pulling any crazy stunts I will throttle you.” Salvador warned her in friendly conversation.
“Don’t worry my Lord, my circus days are behind me” She grinned back to him.
“Whatever do you mean?” Angel piped up from behind them.
“Salvador is uncomfortable with the fact that I used to race horses when I was younger.” Kat informed her.
“Race horses!” Alex bellowed out in disapproval.
“It was in my younger and wilder days…I’ll assure you I value m
y neck and will not risk it.” She assured him.
Salvador remembered the first discussion they had about racing horses and at that time she was far from wanting to retire from that hobby. What Alex didn’t know was that the only reason she put that behind her, was her fear of him breaking her neck rather than the horse.
She looked to him with mischief in her eyes and before he could decipher the meaning, she kicked her horse into gear and raced off after Rachel and Charles, who were well a ways from them.
“Bloody hell” He cursed out as he raced after her.
He could tell by the control she had on the horse that she was holding back for him, which he was grateful for. His horse was a much faster horse than hers so had no doubt he could overtake her, however he didn’t want her going any faster than she was.
She was clever in the matter where she kept herself at a pace that bordered along the line of unacceptable and acceptable.
They flew by Peter, Ed and Simon. He could hear Simon’s “What the…” As they passed them and Peter and Ed giving out a war cry as they joined them.
When they all caught up to Charles and Rachel, she looked more alive and vibrant than she ever had - minus the times he had her in the grips of desire. Charles and Rachel laughed as they all dismounted their horse. Rachel rushed up to Kat and hugged her then took her by the hand and raced off with her to meet up with Angel.
“Good show old man” Ed teased Salvador as they all watched the women gather together and race down the hill.
Katherine brought out the kid in them and the men bellowed out in laughter as the women dropped to their sides and rolled the rest of the way down the hill - while laughing hysterically.
“She’s good for us.” Charles commented as he admired his own wife from a far. “Angel and Rachel have always had a great time together, but Kat has brought innocence and laughter into our lives that have been missing for some time now.”
“I agree, but I worry about the trouble they can get into together. I’m not so worried about Angel, but Katherine and Rachel are like evil twins plotting their next mischief.” Alex piped in.
