Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1) - Page 8

I smiled at her mildly, as if placating a child. "I know, sweetheart, and I'm sorry for it. You can't give up water because of this and you refused the medicine. What should we do?"

This needed to be her decision, her choice. It was a hard one, as it would now be her decision to either be sick again or have something shoved up her ass every day. Humiliation or sickness. They were both impossible choices for her.

She sat upright, pushed back her tangled hair from her weary face, and looked at me with pleading eyes, tears welling up, but not spilling over. "I'll take the medicine. Please. I just...don't want to feel like that again."

"Very well." I went over to the shelf and took down the pill from the night before. "Over to the bar, please."

The bar would be the place she associated with her submission, where she gave me complete control of her body. When she grabbed hold and bent over, she accepted that her pussy and ass belonged to me.

For someone who'd been unwell all night and most likely exhausted, Catherine moved remarkably quickly, eager to feel better. She grabbed hold and stuck her bottom in the air as I'd positioned her last night without any prompting. Obviously she'd learned her miserable lesson and did not want it repeated.

I took a moment to admire the cork I'd inserted the night before, how the tight ring of her ass was stretched thin around it, even with such a small size. It was going to be enjoyment on my part, and a great deal of discomfort on hers, to open her wide. I took hold of the cork and carefully worked it from her body. She exhaled a pent up breath once it was removed.

Her pink rosebud gaped about the width of my little finger from being held open all night and I reveled in the sight. I watched as Catherine clenched down and the muscles winked at me, once, twice, then closed completely. Reaching in to the lubricant jar, I coated my fingers and worked the slippery substance around her just closed hole and then within. With the other hand, I grabbed the hard pill. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Now, bear down when I push the pill in. That's it. You're such a good girl taking your medicine like this. It's going to make you feel so much better."

She groaned, too exhausted to put up much of a fight, as the pill stretched her wide before entering her. My two fingers now pushed it in deeply and she panted. I pulled my fingers free and she sighed. Soon, the aphrodisiac would begin taking effect and she'd sigh for a completely different reason. My cock was rock hard in my pants. I wanted to pull it out and fuck her now, but it was too soon, and she wasn't completely well. The time would come soon enough. For now, I had to keep her focused on her training.

"Not too bad, is it?"

She wiggled her hips a little, adjusting, winced. "It's...it's awful! I feel so...full."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. Every night you'll take it like a good girl and you'll never be sick like that again," I crooned as I caressed her back.

She nodded her head, wilted.

"Now, let's get that cork back in."

Hair tangled, she thrashed her head. "No, please. I don't want it. I'm so sore there. Can you please leave it out?"

"You will always be corked or plugged, Catherine." I deepened my voice, made it sound almost harsh. This was a hard and fast rule.

"Just for a little while, please," she whined.

"The medicine will be messy without one," I cautioned. Lesson number two was about to occur. I wouldn't be so accommodating in the future. I was only allowing her to beg - and win - because this was part of her training.

"I can keep it in. I promise. Please."

I pretended to consider, then agreed. "Very well. You may stand." Once she did so and turned to face me, I continued. "Only while you rest, and that's all I'll compromise. You must be exhausted from your long night. I'm sure you want to go back to sleep now that you are feeling better. The medicine in the pill will keep you from getting sick any more."

She relaxed her shoulders, clearly relieved, as all tension drained from her like water down a sink. "Yes, thank you."

I tilted her chin up. "You make me very happy," I told her. Her response was a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. She was a natural submissive, even more so in a new land, with a new husband. She was completely reliant on me. "Back in bed. I'll let you rest a few more hours while I catch up with the men."

Catherine

I awoke to a strange room, not remembering where I was for a moment. Then, from one heartbeat to the next, it all came rushing back. I was married, I was naked and I had let him - let him - put that...pill inside me. I could feel my cheeks flush at the very idea. It was shameful, absolutely humiliating, to know that I'd asked him to do it. He hadn't forced me; instead, I'd all but begged him. The alternative, another night of horrible stomach pains, was not a consideration. Only time, six or seven hours, eased the cramping and misery before I felt better. And now I felt, well, I felt normal. I couldn't even feel the hard shape of the pill lodged within me. I only felt...

Oh no! I squeezed my legs together and tugged the sheet up to look beneath. I felt the slippery grease Jake had applied to me around the outside of my back passage, but I felt more, a slick coating on my thighs and on my bottom. I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath me were streaked with the oily substance. Why hadn't I listened to him? The cork he wanted to put back in would have prevented this. I was in terrible trouble!

Jake returned then with two steaming mugs of coffee. I yanked the sheet back up and could feel my cheeks burning. What was I going to do? I bit my lip, my fear and shame at having to tell Jake what happened bringing tears to my eyes.

“Rest well?" Jake asked, placing both steaming cups on the side table. He sat on the edge of the bed and it dipped with his weight, brushed the hair back from my face in a gentle caress. "It's late in the day, but I thought you might want a cup."

I couldn't look at him, couldn't explain what happened. “Yes, thank you,” I replied.

“Let's get you dressed,” Jake said as he stood and held out a hand to help me up.

He couldn't do that, otherwise he'd know. He couldn't find out. How could I get cleaned up without him becoming aware? The sheet needed washing. How was I going to hide it? “No, that's fine. I can tend to myself.”

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