Sold as a Mail Order Bride

Alex Chapter 17

What the f**k, man, just what the f**k happened while we were gone? I asked Dan. Dan just looks as stunned as I am, but he turns and says I will check on Sam and see what he can tell me when he comes to. I watch my best friend leave and worry that my most trusted ranch hand is unconscious and we do not know the extent of damage done when he was hit from behind. I feel rage like I have never known and I need to work out some of this anger before going back to my wife to care for her.

I go down to the basement and take off my shirt and proceed to wrap my hands before hitting the punching bag hanging in the corner. I start hitting the bag and the whole time my mind brings images of what might have happened if I did not get home when I did. That fucker thought he would take her and abuse her and that I would never have found them? As if that would ever happen, she is my wife and the mother of our future children. I would die to protect her and it is then that I realized that I am more in love with my wife than I ever thought I would be.

When I feel like I am more in control of my emotions, I go back upstairs and check on Katrina and she is still sleeping. I slipped her a sedative when I had her drink some tea after her talk with the police because I wanted her to rest and leave me time to get myself under control. I wanted something good for her when she awoke and I remember that she had said at one point that she has always wanted a couple of dogs, so I made the decision to go into town and find her two dogs that will be her companions and her protectors. 

I saw a sign for adoptions at the local pet store and went in to see what they had available when I saw the two pit bull and mastiff mix puppies, I knew they were the ones for my wife. I inquired about how much they wanted and paid the four hundred dollars without a second thought. I also had to buy absolutely everything needed to care for the puppies, such as training pads, water bowls, food bowls, leashes, and collars as well as two gentle leaders for training.

I asked the cashier if she knew of a trainer for the puppies to be guard dogs and she handed me a card and said this is the best one in town. Once the puppies were in the truck I called the number on the card and a man named John said he would be willing to train the puppies and that he would come to the ranch for each training session. Perfect. When I asked how soon can training start he told me to give the puppies a few weeks to get used to us and the people with whom we come in contact frequently and then the dogs would be more trainable.

I took both of the puppies home and get them settled in the kitchen and go check on my wife again and see that she is starting to wake up so I sit on the edge of the bed and hold her hand while she slowly wakes up and looks up at me. She says quietly, I was so scared and I had hoped you would come in time. I lean down and whisper I will always come for you, wife of mine. Come with me, I have a surprise for you, little girl.

She climbs out of our bed and takes my hand and I lead her into the kitchen and I watch as she falls to her knees and arms outstretched to welcome both of the clumsy puppies in her arms and I see tears of happiness run down her face. I must admit I like the tears of happiness as much as I do the tears from play or punishment, all of them make me hard as steel.

What are their names?? Katrina asks. I tell her I thought Justice and Karma as they will be her guard dogs once they are grown enough. Katrina beams at me and says, I love the names the black and white one is Justice and the all-black one will be Karma. I just love how they have such fat heads and by the size of their paws, they are going to get huge. 

That is what I am planning on as they will be your protection while I am not with you so that what happened tonight will never happen again. Thank you, Daddy, I love them so much already. You are welcome, baby girl, now I am going to start dinner while you play with them and then we will take them out for a walk before we put them in a kennel. 

Do we have to kennel them? She asked. Yes, baby girl, until they are fully potty trained, they most certainly do. I tell her. I went to the stove to preheat the oven to bake us some lasagna and garlic bread. While the oven is preheating I make a salad and that is when Dan calls me to tell me that Sam is awake and will be fine just has to stay overnight for observations. Good to hear I tell him. Will you be coming back to have dinner with us tonight I ask.  I am already on my way back to your house now, he tells me. 

Dan arrives right as dinner is done so he helps me set the table and I send Katrina to go wash up for dinner. After dinner, Dan leaves and tells us he will be back in the morning in time to leave to go get Karen from the airport. We walk him out and then continue on with the puppies to let them sniff around their new home and to go potty before we put them up for the night.

I take Katrina in my arms and carry her off to bed where I slowly strip her and kiss each inch as it is exposed to me. When she is fully naked for my eyes only I say, you are so beautiful and exquisite I can not believe you are my wife. I want to show you how much I love you. 

She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her chest against me, and I let my lips travel down her neck. The memory of how she moaned at my slight touch aroused me, but I didn’t want to move too quickly. I didn’t want to upset her, not after what she went through tonight.

But she took my hand and raised it to her mouth, kissing my fingertips and then licking them before wrapping her lips around my forefinger. She sucked on the tip of it, the soft warmth of her mouth stimulating my want for it on my c*ck. I pressed on, kissing down her neck to her chest, burying my face in her breasts, and inhaling the scent of her like a drug.

She kissed me again, biting my lip in intervals, pulling at it. I began kissing her harder, feeling her pelvis grind down against the bulge in my pants, begging to be released. I wanted her, but I did not want to make the first move.

And I needed this to be all her. I needed to know that this was what she wanted. Her hands slid up my shirt, feeling my body, her nails digging in gently as they moved. She began kissing down my neck, down my chest. Her fingers, pulling at my belt and the zipper of my jeans. 

I felt some relief as she pulled my c*ck from my jeans and my briefs. I propped my head up, watching her run her tongue along my shaft, slowly until she got to the head. Her full lips were beautiful as they glided over the tip, sucking on it like a lollypop. I could not hold my head up, not with the sensation of her mouth on me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat of her mouth. I needed her; I needed more of her. I could not lie back while she pleasured me.

Katrina, come here. I said.

She began moving toward me. 

No, that’s not what I mean. I said.

Sit on my face,” I said.

 What?” she asked, taken aback.

Trust me; you’ll like this. I tell her.

She kneeled on the bed, and I positioned her so that I had the perfect view of her p***y over me. I helped her lower herself, so I could move my head and so that she could access my head. I slipped my tongue between her lips, feeling myself harden as she quivered.

Her hand gripped the shaft of my c*ck, moving up and down as I let my tongue slip into her opening. She gasped before letting her lips slide back over the head of my c*ck. I pushed my tongue into her, as deep as I could in her tightness, and she squeezed back at the sensation.

I reached around and replaced my tongue with my finger, and she moaned, her voice vibrating against my erection. It was everything I could do not to push myself deeper into her mouth. I let my tongue move forward, finding her clit and flicking it. Meanwhile, I fingerfucked her, enjoying the tendrils of ecstasy through me as her moans were muffled by her full mouth.

She was about to c*m, and I strained not to push into her, not to choke her. I felt myself shake as her voice got louder and louder, her head rising and falling faster and faster as her climax approached. Her hand gripped the shaft of my c*ck as she raised her head and cried out as she came, her p*ssy pulsing against my finger, her wetness dripping over my face.

Katrina pulled herself forward, sitting up on my chest. I was relieved. I didn’t know how much more of her mouth I could take, not when she did such amazing things with her tongue, not while I was licking at her tender spots. She turned around and positioned herself over me, and without hesitation, sheathed me in her.

Katrina was so tight that it was a struggle not to c*m right then. She leaned over me, and I pressed her fantastic breasts on either side of my face, indulging in being smothered in them. I moved her body up and down my c*ck.

She was learning what to do with me and knew to rock her body just right, to sway her hips in the perfect way to bring me close to cumming as her pace intensified. And with every motion of hers, she was bringing herself pleasure. I only needed to lie there, and she was pleasuring herself on my d**k, which only served my arousal more.

I tell her you can not keep doing that. It feels too good. I am going to c*m.

But I’m so close,” she moaned. f**k, Daddy, I’m going to c*m. Please let me c*m.

I didn’t have the chance to respond. She took hold of my hand and put it on her tit, pressing it hard against her. Her p*ssy tightened around me, drawing her in deeper, her hips rocking in small motions as she ground herself against me.

I bit my lip, dug my fingers into her leg, trying to come back from the edge, trying hard not to c*m along with her. I pulled her up, removing myself from her, trying to catch my breath. I raised my hips to help signal that I needed her to move, and I pushed my jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them off completely.

As I did so, she turned around, looking back at me over her shoulder. Katrina resumed her position, though facing away, getting ready to ride me backward cowgirl style. My legs were hanging over the end of the bed, and I sat up before she could lower herself onto me, seeing our reflection on the black television.

I watched my c*ck dip into her, disappear in the magic that was her body, her lips parting as her head leaned back slightly in enjoyment. She was too hot. I reached around her and brought my fingers to her lips again.

She ran her tongue along with them as she breathed heavily. I removed them and went to her cl*t, rubbing it gently as I wrapped my other arm around her waist, trying to hold her in place as I used the bounciness of the bed to thrust into her.

Fuck,  she cried as I pounded into her, watching her t**s bounce on the television screen. She was tightening again, her torso, her insides, and she was going to orgasm again. I bit into her shoulder as she did, holding her close to me, again, flexing every one of my muscles as I tried to resist cumming.

I helped her bring her legs together, so her knees were tight, her p*ssy squeezing my c*ck. She leaned forward, hugging her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

Baby girl, You might want to hold on for this. I warned.

I grabbed her hips and lifted them up and down over my c*ck, slowly at first. I was making sure that the combined natural tightness of her p*ssy and the extra constriction from her closed legs would allow me to. It felt amazing. I brought her hips up and down over me, faster and faster.

She braced herself against the floor and soon was helping me, her bountiful ass in front of me, dancing with movement.

I don’t think I can keep this up. I groaned. I think I am getting there.

There was no thinking about it. I was on the edge, trying to hang on, trying to feel that extra squeeze as she got there herself. It was starting again. I could feel the pulsing, the quiver in her. As she drew closer and closer, she pushed herself up, sitting up and falling back against me, and I burst.

I exploded in her, slamming her hips down on top of me and letting her cry vibrate through the room. Her hips twitching against mine. I bit her neck gently as she began to calm down and kissed her shoulder as she relaxed back against me, catching her breath. As I, too, relaxed I slipped out of her and lay down, bringing her with me.

I loved the feeling of her lying on me like this was how it always was like we were made to do exactly this. I ran my fingertips along her stomach, up her sternum, and back down again to her belly button, indulging in the privilege that I was able to do so. I kissed her neck, her ear, her shoulder, her cheek as I enjoyed the afterglow of our love-making.

I kissed her cheek again and moved out from under her as best as I could. So as not to disturb her contented state. I went to the bathroom and gave myself a little wash in the sink. 

I leaned over the sink, bracing myself on the countertop, and looked at myself in the mirror. I returned to the bed, climbing under the starched blankets alongside her, huddling up to her warmth.