Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden Series Book 1) by Vanessa Vale Read Free Book Online

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    “Remember, if you need to use the washroom, you just let one of us know and we'll take the cork out for you.”
    Catherine blushed furiously, down her neck across her dainty collarbones and to the tips of her breasts as she shifted her feet, unused to the cork. “I need to tell you?”
    Sam chuckled. “You can't get that cork out on your own, can you? Don't worry, we'll wait for you then put it right back in.”
    Shaking her head, she looked between us. “That's private. I can't share—”
    “You'll have your privacy inside the washroom once the cork or plug is removed. Don't you worry your pretty head about that. There are some things that you can take care of on your own. But we're married now, sweetheart," I told her. "There's nothing about you I won't know. Cole and Sam, too.” I tapped the training cork with my finger. Not wanting to dwell on this topic, it was time to move on. She had other things to learn.
    I gave Sam a subtle look.
    "I better get back to that mare," Sam said. "Listen to Jake, darlin'. He'll take real good care of you."
    "I'll be out as soon as I get Catherine dressed."
    Sam nodded to me, winked at Catherine, then left.
    She stood, all wild and tousled, completely overwhelmed and miserable, her cheeks tear stained.
    I pulled a corset from the dresser.
    “Slip your arms in here,” I told her, guiding her hands through the corset's straps. She complied with docility and a few sniffles. I went behind her, reached around and wrapped her new corset about her waist, adjusting it so it fit directly beneath her breasts. They were so full, so ample to fill my hands.
    The corset laced from behind so she required assistance when dressing.
    Catherine looked down and watched as I tightened the strings. “Where's my old corset? Something's wrong with this one,” she commented, her forehead crinkled in confusion.
    Once the corset was tightened and tied, I came around her, looking at how it fit. "You don't need your old one anymore." The white cotton had metal stays in it, the material covering about four inches of her belly beneath her breasts, with a dart in the fabric to lift them up high, giving her ample support and comfort for her abundant size while keeping her breasts completely exposed. Breasts were one of a woman's best attributes and it was important for Catherine to have them available and visible at all times. Catherine's were full, perfect pale globes, her nipples pert. Her shoulders were pulled back with the tightened laces, forcing her to stand tall. Her breasts thrust out even further since she stood with her ass pushed out to accommodate the large cork.
    “It looks perfect to me,” I said, running a knuckle over one nipple and watched it furl tightly. She gasped and closed her eyes at the brief touch.
    “They're not covered!”
    “They're not supposed to be covered, sweetheart,” I said.
    "What do you mean, not covered?"
    “Once you're ripe with my seed, sweetheart, they'll grow large with milk, your nipples full and sore. Covering them will only cause you discomfort,” I told her.
    "Don't I get a blouse?"
    "Of course you do. Let's get a skirt on you first,” I said as I left her and went to the closet. She stood there, hands on her exposed breasts, stunned. She'd always covered them, hid them in the confines of a citified corset, so this new style would require serious adjustment.
    “Your nipples are so pretty,” I crooned. “Look how tight and furled they are. Can you feel them getting sensitive?”
    Holding the waist of the dark blue cotton skirt open for her, she put a hand on my arm to steady herself as she stepped in. I slid the fabric up her legs to her waist, buttoning it at the side as the material covered her to her ankles. All the while she watched her breasts shift and sway.
    Oh, she was becoming completely docile from the effects of the ointment. The amount in the first few pills was more than normal, but never too much to overdo. Innocent as she was, she