Rocky Mountain Discipline Page 4

  "Yes, that's it, Esther. Let your pleasure take you."

  With a cry, she let go, her body shaking and the room filling with her cries. Blissful, she looked up at her husband, who was now kneeling on the bed beside her. He'd removed his small clothes and sat back on his calves, fisting his member.

  She propped herself up to get a closer look.

  "Touch me," he said huskily. "Gentle."

  She did, her hands small and delicate next to the red pulsing flesh. After pouring a little oil in her hand from a vial beside the bed, he showed her how to slide her hand up and down his cock and she felt excited until he drew her legs apart.

  "This will go inside you."

  The look on her face made him laugh.

  "Truly, Esther. You will stretch around it." To demonstrate, he inserted a finger, then another, until he'd stretched her. Again, her body started longing for something just out of reach. When he slipped inside her, it almost felt good.

  Then he pushed forward and she felt a twinge of pain.

  "Oh no," she pushed on his chest.

  "There's a barrier inside you, a very thin piece of skin. It will break and sting a little, but then it's over. Our lovemaking will not hurt again."

  "No," she felt the pain start and grappled with him.

  Johnathan backed up. "Esther. Please. Trust me."

  She lay back, but he didn't enter her again, instead, he bent his head to her breasts and worked over them, licking teasing her nipples until she fisted her hands in his hair.

  "Please, Johnathan."

  He raised his head. "Do you want me inside you?"

  "Yes," she panted. "Now."

  Smearing more oil on his cock, he easily slid inside. Esther felt a short, sharp pain, but her body clenched around his cock like it'd been waiting for him all her life.

  They both groaned.

  "Please, dearest, I have to move."

  He waited for her nod until he began to rock back and forth. The movement gave her a few more twinges of pain, but in no time she clutched at his back, feeling herself come undone. Her over-stimulated body clenched around his cock until the sensation was too much, and she was soaring over the edge.

  He came a moment later, shuddering out his own pleasure inside her. His body sagged on top of hers, pressing down with a delicious weight. Face close to hers, he swept his thumb across her cheek.

  "If I had not married you, I would have longed for you my entire life, without knowing what I was longing for."

  She smiled, and he pressed his lips to hers, as if he could taste her happiness.

  All through the next day, she kept her happy glow. Even the delays at the train station, and a slow journey into Boston didn't dampen her spirits. They shared a small compartment with a portly gentleman, who read the paper, then leaned back, stretched it over his face and, if the snores rumbling from underneath the newsprint were any indication, fell fast asleep.

  Daring to lean against her husband's arm, Esther dozed. When she woke, Johnathan's arm was around her, fingers softly stroking her arm. Again she found herself watching her husband, smiling to herself at the thought that he was hers. She loved his proud brow, his thick hair, his sincere, quick smile. Today he also seemed to have a glow about him.

  He caught her looking and she averted her gaze, blushing.

  "Now I know what keeps you sweet." He smiled, tapping her nose.

  Feeling a rush of warmth inside her, Esther leaned into him, stretching up to meet his lips. Before they could kiss, the train lurched to a stop, rocking them apart, then flinging them together. Esther grabbed her husband's shoulders and hung on before she was tossed from the seat.

  "Boston Haymarket," the conductor cried.

  In the seat across from them, the portly man snorted and woke, tearing the paper from his face. "What's all this then?" His jowls shook with horror at the sight of the couple across from him thrown together.

  The two Shepherds looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  They settled into their inn and took a walk before dinner past the market stalls. Pulling on her husband's arm, Esther went from one stall to the next, fingering the trinkets.

  "So pretty," she said, but didn't buy anything.

  When they reached the last shop, Johnathan didn't stop at the window, but pulled her inside.

  She stood in the center of the dressmaker's wares, eyeing the fine fabrics and exquisite lace while her husband went and spoke to the shopkeeper in quiet tones. She longed to ask if she could try on one of the fine dresses or shawls, but resolved to keep her mind off worldly things. Her husband already thought her to be shallow and overly concerned with her appearance.

  "Really, Johnathan," she said as he returned to her side. "I do not need anything."

  "Hush, darling." Tucking her arm into his, he escorted her out of the shop. "I wanted to buy you a wedding gift."

  That afternoon, he went out to conduct his business, and she waited in their rooms, sitting in an armchair by the window and watching the finely dressed ladies flounce by. She was very silly, she knew, to long for such things when she should be resigned to being a plain minister's wife.

  A knock on the door and a porter came in with a box she recognized from the dressmakers. As soon as she was alone again, she opened it.

  A fine pair of pantalets, expertly stitched with open seam. A new corset, silk, a perfect pearly blue, lined with white cotton twill. Undressing down to her chemise, she slipped on the drawers and corset. The silk molded her body beautifully, and she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

  She barely heard the door open behind her, whirling only when she heard it thud shut.

  "Oh, Johnathan. It's you."

  Her husband stopped in his tracks, heat leaping into his dark brown eyes. For some reason, Esther wanted to cover her body with her hands, or back away.

  Johnathan stalked closer, and she did just that, babbling. "I'm sorry, I should've waited for you. I was just about to take these things off."

  "Off?" His head cocked to the side, and he looked intrigued at the idea.

  "Yes, I mean," she crossed to the bed to put something in between them, "you must return them. I cannot wear these."

  "Why not?"

  "They're too fine." Tears almost filled her eyes at the thought of even putting the gifts back in the boxes, but she said, "I do not need them."

  "Are you sure?"

  Unable to answer, she nodded.

  He came towards her, and took her hands, using them to turn her this way and that, ending with her facing a mirror with him looking over her shoulder.

  His hands started to roam over her body, causing her breath to quicken.

  "Well, my dear, it is a good thing I cannot return them, because even if you do not think you need them, I can assure you that I do." His hands skated down her sides and grasped her hips, pulling her back against his erection.

  She met his eyes in the mirror.

  "I do not wish to be a worldly woman."

  "It's not worldly to love beautiful things. Just don't let them rule you." He lifted her hair away from her shoulder and kissed the bare skin, all the way up to whisper in her ear. "You're a lovely woman, Esther. Let your husband spoil you."

  His hands drifted up and down her body and she sighed, closing her eyes and giving herself over to pleasure.

  His lips found her ear again. "Besides, I'd humble you if you needed it." One hand gripped her bottom hard, then smacked it.

  Her body convulsed.

  "Besides." His fingers kept exploring. "My gifts have a practical purpose." One hand went to the inside of her thigh and started stroking the silky skin the drawers left exposed.

  Esther held very still, hoping his hand would move higher. "They do?"

  "Yes." His fingers trailed upwards, until he cupped her. "Indeed, the seams are open, so you will not have to undress so often on the trail." His fingers curled and one slipped inside her.

  "Spread for me," he murmured, touching one le
g. She let her legs fall open, and he rewarded her by sliding two fingers inside her sopping channel. "The corset is also necessary."

  Pleasure spiraled through her, and Esther fought to concentrate on his words.

  "How so?" She gasped.

  "The design is easy for you to lace yourself. Although, I wouldn't mind the chore of lacing your stays." His other hand played at her breast, teasing her nipples through the blue silk. "In fact, I might make it a requirement for you to stay naked every morning, until I see fit to dress you."

  "Johnathan," she cried. The thought of staying naked every morning, waiting on him, filled her with delicious humiliation. Her body spasmed around his fingers, and he grinned at her in the mirror, enjoying her worked up state.

  Then he took his hands away, and brought them up for her to lick. She lapped at them obediently, watching herself in the mirror. His last finger she sucked hard, her head bobbing and making her husband gasp.

  "Vixen, are you going to please me tonight?"

  She felt a spasm at his words, and nodded, staring at their wanton reflection. The fact that she was mostly undressed and he was fully clothed, filled her with delicious humiliation.

  "I'm going to take you in hand, and teach you to be good for me." He grinned against her hair. "Stay there."

  She waited while he settled onto the bed, his back to the headboard.

  "Crawl up to me, Esther. Slowly."

  Climbing onto the high bed, Esther stayed on all fours, crawling up to her husband with cat-like movements, her breasts swaying like luscious, hanging fruits.

  "Come here." Johnathan drew his legs apart and she came between them and waited for more instruction.

  "Free me."

  Her bottom waved in the air as she leaned down to undo his trousers. He helped her pull them down along with his drawers, until she faced his upright cock, still on her hands and knees.

  "May I?" she purred.

  "Yes."

  She grasped his cock and moved her hand up and down it as he'd shown her the day before.

  "Put your mouth on me, Esther. Suck, gently."

  She did, shocking herself and him, moaning. She felt wet and wanton, breasts heaving in their bindings.

  Somehow it felt perfect, her on her hands and knees, head bobbing over his member. He gripped her hair, and she hummed in delight, making him cry out in ecstasy.

  "I'm going to spill my seed now," he said, and pulled her head up. "Ride me, wife."

  She moved over him eagerly, following his guidance and parting her drawers to sit down on his cock.

  "You're so lovely," he said, watching her body bounce over him. He ran his hands down her corset, from breasts to slender waist and flared hip.

  He came inside her. She smiled at him, and went to get a cloth to clean him. Her duty done, she felt a ready ache inside her.

  "That was wonderful." He kissed her. Lips on hers, he leveraged himself up and gripped her waist, pulling her onto the bed. "Now it's my turn."

  Next thing she knew, he'd rolled her onto her front and left the bed to stand beside it, his brown hair mussed and trousers still undone.

  "Lay still," he ordered, and started to unlace her. She breathed hard, his right hand worked the laces, his left roamed over her bottom, the backs of her thighs, and back up, drifting between her legs. She squirmed a little.

  "Patience." He laughed, as he undid the stays and took the corset off.

  "You are never to lace this corset too tight," he said. "Doing so would cause damage to your organs."

  Turning her cheek to the bed, she gave him a sly glance under her arms.

  "I'm serious, Esther."

  "If I disobey, will you spank me?" she said, wondering why she felt a rush of excitement.

  "Absolutely."

  She smiled.

  "Little vixen, you like to be punished," he growled, and slapped his hand down on one cheek then the other, it didn't hurt, and he followed up with a deep massage that had her growling low in her throat.

  He kept up the rhythm, striking her hard enough for the crack to resound around the room, but too light to leave much more than a small sting.

  "If you could see yourself now. The blood rushes to your cheeks, and they pink quite nicely, wife. Your buttocks will be red and warm and make your sweet cunny plump and wet for me." His fingers dipped into her, stroking her.

  "Johnathan," she cried, and kicked out.

  "No, my dear, you must be still for your inspection."

  She gasped as his fingers tickled her, and tried to curl up to escape the torture.

  "Now, now," Johnathan rolled her onto her back and gripped her wrists, drawing her arms well over her head with his right arm, while his left continued to explore.

  "Johnathan, please."

  "I'm the doctor," he said with a sternness that made her shiver. "You are my patient and my wife, it is my right to examine you. Now," he replaced his fingers and she shut her eyes, concentrating on the sensation, "this is the labia majora." His fingers touched her outer lips. "Then the labia minora, then the vuvla." He traced them with the barest touch and she whimpered at the torture. "The best spot for a woman's pleasure is by far the little fleshy button here, the clitoris."

  He passed a finger over it, the lightest stroke causing her hips to jerk and her head rolled back.

  "Yes there it is," he chuckled. "Now, the way to give pleasure is to arouse the female with touches all over her body, eventually coming to stimulate the clitoris.

  He stroked lightly over the parts he so lovingly named, but his finger always circled back to the sweet spot. Eventually he let go of her wrists and squeezed her breasts. It seemed to go on for hours.

  It was right there and Esther panted as she strained for pleasure just out of reach.

  He took his finger away. She almost howled with disappointment.

  "Please, please, sir," she begged while she could still get her thoughts in order. "Please. I'll do anything."

  "Anything?"

  "Yes, please."

  With a wicked smile, he drew out his cock again. "Give your doctor some relief."

  She wriggled around, and he directed her on her back, head hanging upside down off the bed.

  He came closer and she opened her mouth wide, breathing through her nose as he slid in and out. When he pulled out for a moment, she turned her head to lap at the sack hanging down, begging him with her tongue.

  "Yes, Esther, like that." He sighed happily, and his hand played with her breasts. Bending farther down, Johnathan dipped his fingers into her, drawing her juices over her, starting to strum her clitoris. She licked fervently at his cock, feeling her body wind up, her core tight and ready to burst.

  "Good girl," Johnathan groaned above her, and her orgasm hit her hard.

  As soon as it ended, she felt his cock bump her lips and opened wide to suck him back in.

  "I'm going deeper, Esther. Trust me." His hands took hold of her head. "Take a deep breath."

  His member took her mouth, dominating her, and she ran her tongue up and down its length, communicating her submission. She felt a touch of panic when he pushed further, but she calmed herself. Johnathan would never hurt her.

  Indeed, as his cock started to pulse, he drew out and let his seed spurt out over her chest. Of their own volition, her hands scooped up the slippery seed, studying it with fascination and rubbing it into her skin.

  "Oh wife," Johnathan groaned. "What am I going to do with you?"

  Grinning up at him, she put a finger into her mouth and tasted him.

  Lying in his arms afterward, Esther traced her hand over his hard chest. "I didn't know marriage would be like this."

  He laughed and kissed her.

  Their travels continued with a train out of Boston. Days later, they arrived in St. Louis and took a room in an inn to ready themselves for the wagon ride West.

  Johnathan made good on his word to help his wife dress in the morning. At night, he took to brushing out her golden hair, his
touches keeping her hot and quivering for him until he pulled her into his arms.

  One morning, she worked her stays until her waist was cinched in as tightly as an hourglass. Johnathan caught her admiring her form in the mirror, and he loosened her stays before pulling her over his knee and spanking her bottom to redness. When he set her on her feet, she knelt before him, hands busy at his trousers.

  "Please." She waited until he nodded permission, then drew him out. As her head bobbed up and down, she felt herself grow wet and ready. She concentrated on her husband's pleasure, listening to him groan above her, her submission waking desire deep inside her.

  Once she sucked him down, she pressed her legs together, looking at him with shining eyes. His finger tapped her nose.

  "Naughty girls don't get to climax," he said with mock seriousness. "Get dressed, now."

  A very flustered Esther sat at the breakfast table, trying not to squirm. She pouted a little whenever her husband looked at her, but he seemed amused.

  "My wife likes her punishments too much," Johnathan whispered, before leaving for the day's errands. He'd given her a task: walk to the shop and buy a pair of buckskin drawers. She waited for her escort; a young couple named Smith staying at the same inn.

  When they reached the shop, Esther saw the fine drawers tipped with eyelet lace and couldn't bring herself to buy the ugly brown ones for men. Stepping out of the shop, she looked for her escort and saw them still next door, examining the buckets and mining supplies.

  Her stomach growled; she was to have money left over for lunch, but the fine lacy drawers cost all Johnathan had given her. Her walk up the porch took her past a sign advertising a free lunch, and she tracked back to walk through the open door.

  The smell of liquor and unwashed bodies hit her, and she stopped in her tracks. The place was full of men, most rough and unkempt, all of them staring at her. A few women sat at the bar, hard looks on their painted faces.

  "Excuse me," Esther blurted. "I've made a mistake."

  She escaped, cheeks burning at their raucous laughter. As she strode down the covered porch, she caught sight of her husband striding through the street.