Kate Educates Jacob #33.

Loving Jacob

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Kate’s Point Of View.

We both slept well after making love over my fiancee’s desk. As I lay in bed at 6 am pretending to be asleep, I might have burst out laughing watching Jacob from behind squinted eyes.

Eventually I raised my head and smiled, nodding towards our bedroom door.

“Oh, for god’s sake Jacob, just go and see her. It’s quite normal to feel this way.”

“Are you sure Kate?”

“If you don’t leave now, one of the grooms will feed her and she’ll probably be cross with you.”

“Can we meet at the stables for our run, please?”

“Of course darling. Now, go and enjoy Sierra. I’ve no doubt she’s waiting for you like a pensive bride.”

It had only been a couple of days since Sierra captured my future husband’s heart, but Jacob was already enjoying the loving engagement of horse ownership. It didn’t matter to him that he couldn’t ride her which made it all the more fun, seeing a complete novice so captivated by his magnificent beast friend.

I took my time, slipping into running togs and tying back a ponytail that badly needed a visit to the hairdresser. I stopped by the kitchen for a lemon water, deciding to give the couple plenty of time alone. Sierra was reportedly more content now she owned a human being and Jacob had slept soundly through the last two nights.

I had little doubt we were not out of the PTSD woods by a long way, but whatever the state of affairs, my beloved seemed happier and that was progress.

When I left Granger Hall, jogging in warm up mode towards our stables, a light rolling mist gave the rising sun a mystical feeling which in turn lifted my soul from the drudgery of solving dad’s conundrum and a few frustrating matters of late.

The grooms nodded a good morning, rightly consumed by our much loved beasts. I crept up slowly behind Jacob, impressed by the conversation about running he’d struck up with Sierra. After a few minutes watching secretly, I coughed so Jacob would catch up with his horse and know I was there.

“How is she?”

“I wouldn’t really know honestly Kate, but I think okay.”

“What did the grooms say?”

“That Sierra is happy.”

“Well, that’s nice Jacob. It means you have two cheerful filly’s on your hands, then.”

He lifted me with one arm sweeping around my waist, and I slid from high into Jacob’s arms. When he kissed me, my fiancee was wholehearted in his loving assignation, giving me his full attention as he always did.

“Can I have a couple of minutes alone please sweetheart. There’s someone I must speak with.”

“Tiffany?”

“Yes, I think now is the best time.”

I strolled towards my private secretary already sensing her fear from fifty yards away. She groomed Gypsy every morning, so I guessed Tiffany figured I might corner her here. As I neared, her expression of resignation seemed more obvious than she might want it to be, confusing me.

“You’re avoiding me Tiffany.”

“I’m so sorry.”

She tossed a groom brush into her bucket of sundries and stood up as though preparing to face the music.

“What are you sorry about?”

“I fucked up over Simon and should have come to you about his stupidity when I overheard it.”

“I don’t see why. Jacob was the right person for you to speak to and the timing seems fine to me too. I don’t like malicious gossips, so you seem to have a bigger problem with this than I do.”

“I might have prevented the march on our new office site had I been quicker.”

“You also might have raised a false alarm too. Simon isn’t your responsibility. Just let it go.”

She shrugged her shoulders with a lessened burden, but I knew the problems wreaking havoc to her frame of mind weren’t vanquished yet.

“What else… spit it out.”

“I also have a fledgling relationship with someone working here and should have discussed that with you.”

“Not really, because it’s none of my business. So long as my private and confidential matters are treated thus and you don’t gossip about my family, I have no issues there either.”

“I would never-.”

“I know that Tiffany. In fact, the only reason I came by here is to say that you really shouldn’t ever avoid me or Jacob. If you and mom want to fuck each other, you have my blessing, although I recommend you mention a blossoming relationship to her, you being in her care and all.”

“Oh god, Kate. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well… you rebuilt your life based on honesty and calling yourself out. Why not just continue with being truthful because it seems to work for you.”

“You think I should tell your mother everything?”

“What is everything, Tiffany?”

“That I want to be her lover but also date this guy?”

“Definitely. You’ll be surprised at her response, I’m sure. What time does she thrash you in the morning?”

“I’ll need to be beside her bed in an hour with my skirt held up but no panties.”

“Then I shall expect you to tell your mistress everything at that time and take whatever punishment she deems appropriate for not having done so more promptly.”

“Okay, Kate. Umm… will you be telling her about this chat?”

“No Tiffany, you shall.”

“Oh, yes… of course.”

I kissed her on the cheek, hugging my friend and employee while smiling inwardly. Tiffany’s progress had been remarkable and her loyalty always steadfast. I felt pleased to have resolved a minor problem, more so that a positive day was revealing itself before our morning run.

I jogged past Jacob who fell in beside me as we exited the stables. Beauty eyed me accusingly and I resolved to return later alone to ride my other stallion around the estate once the one I was with now had tired me out.

He led me at a consistent pace, heavily focused on my development as a runner with a track race impending. I thought Jacob wanted me to win more than I did for myself, but that seemed to be how we rolled for one another.

“You’re a good man Jacob and I couldn’t be happier.”

“This is a big hill, Kate. Perhaps we shouldn’t talk until we reach the summit.”

“Yes… there you go, ever vigilant about my safety.”

“As are you with mine, sweetheart.”

He was right, the hill was immense and we tackled it twice a week because Jacob had introduced fast and slow running days to help my performance. I dug in, pumped my arms like pistons and followed behind his gorgeous ass for a change.

At the top on flat ground, he allowed us a quick break, so I paced in the opposite circle to him with both hands on my waist, breathing through the nose

“I know you did it to shock me, fiancee.”

“Oh, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really? I could look up the word Fartlek if I must, since it’s scrawled on our chalkboard training plan for tomorrow, but I’m sure you want me to ask you.”

“It will do you good Kate.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t present a very ladylike impression.”

“It’s unstructured speed work, sweetheart. Fartlek is a Swedish word that means speed-play. We run at a moderate pace, increasing our speeds up to sprint for varying time periods before slowing down. You’ll love it.”

“You don’t have to ever impress me, Jacob.”

“I want to because it makes me feel good.”

We settled into a slower jog for the last mile of our run, pausing frequently to stretch tired muscles and tight sinews. My body felt optimized and that included its chemistry and my cycle which was more balanced, unconstrained by birth control.

“You haven’t mentioned pregnancy, Jacob.”

“I know your cycle well enough and I don’t think becoming obsessed will help us get pregnant.”

“I agree, but I can’t help but feel pensive.”

Jacob stopped and turned around, pulling me into his arms. I saw true love in the eyes of my greatest triumph, meeting the man I would marry.

“What’s bothering you, Kate?”

“Simon’s widow is on my mind.”

“Why?”

“Emily is being evicted from her home because that wanker husband spent all of their money on booze and gambling.”

“How do you know that?”

I felt a glowing warmth in my cheeks having been caught slightly wrong-footed by my smiling fiancee. I grinned sarcastically and perhaps somewhat surreptitiously.

“Tiffany isn’t the only one around here with confidential informers.”

“Do you know Emily?”

“Yes. She worked here before, then left when Simon met and married her through his job on the estate.”

“We still have a few small lodges not yet contracted out, would you like me to offer her one of those rent free until she gets on her feet?”

“Would you mind?”

“No, of course I don’t.”

“Jacob. If you weren’t a sweaty mess, I’d fuck you right here and now.”

“Let’s get showered then.”

We held hands and walked the few hundred meters back to our home and love nest. I stared up into early morning azure skies, enjoyed swallows diving, smelled pine and the temptation of a freshly cooked breakfast.

Thank you for all of this daddy. Don’t worry about the gold, because I have a plan.

Couples showering was definitely a Kate and Jacob thing. As I leaned into his hairy body, enjoying the flex and rippling of powerful muscles, I wondered if there might ever come a day when I didn’t play with my lover’s cock under monsoon conditions.

“Turn around Jacob. Place both of your palms on the glass.”

He glimpsed my hand brush and smiled lasciviously, making like a tough prisoner having his cell tossed, pointing out an absolutely deliciously tight butt for a maintenance spanking.

“I don’t have any instructions or points to make, Jacob.”

“Really?”

“Nope, you’re fucking perfect. I’m only doing this right now because I know how much you want it.”

{Stroke} — Smack

{Stroke} — Smack

{Stroke} — Smack

{Stroke} — Smack

{Stroke} — Smack

He absorbed so much pain that I couldn’t help but be impressed. Jacob winced slightly, but the glazed eyes told me he’s gone on a journey to a realm where only he and I mattered. His ass cheeks relaxed and I noticed him shift slightly, offering a better target as he meditated in his mind, gone to a place that people rarely understand and few can find.

I couldn’t wait to get done to be honest, desperate to move on to his cock, but out of respect for Jacob and knowing the meditative effect of his beating, I slowed, frequently pausing to rake sharp nails across light welts that rose when his scarlet blushing subsided.

He bit his bottom lip in the most delightfully cute fashion, arousing me. I could wait until later for us to make love, but felt Jacob deserved something more immediate.

Once I’d delivered fifty strokes, and checked Jacob’s ass cheeks for grazes, finding none, it was time to deliver a different therapy.

“Stay where you are big guy. I think some extra cleaning is in order.”

I loved bathing my fiancee’s big, veiny cock with a heavy cream lathered from my Jasmine and Orange soap bar rubbed onto a natural sponge. I reached around, making sure Jacob was far enough out of the rain-shower head for my plan to work, soaping up his cock and balls.

“You moan like a fucking whore Jacob.”

“Oh god Kate. Being milked… it just… oh Jesus!”

“Does it appeal to your primal man?”

“Oh god, yes.”

Once I’d fully lathered Jacob’s cock, I continued soaping his balls, occasionally sliding a finger firmly along the perineum, activating his semen carrying prostate gland. At the same time, using my spare hand two-thirds encircling his cock, I wanked him slowly but resolutely, cupping and rubbing the sensitive silken tissues of his glans with my palm every five strokes, while rubbing his banjo string with my thumb in a circular motion every few minutes.

“Oh, fuck… I’m going to. Argh, c’mon Kate, please!”

“Patience Jacob. This edging helps your final blowout. Emptying my stallion’s seed is a serious matter.”

I giggled, planting soft kisses up and down Jacob’s spine while taking care of his reproductive organs. When I felt it was time, one hand cupped and squeezed his balls while the other palmed his glans with a heavy layer of soap. I felt a twitch, then powerful jerks and began wanking my fiancee’s cock fast and very hard.

His ropes of hot baby making seed weren’t wasted because I had plenty in my belly and more to come later in the day. Taking care of Jacob was my primary concern, being his dominant partner and the sexual health component of that was all important.

His balls twitched almost frantically in my palm while his cock discharged a full load against the glass partition as I milked my man for every drop of his seed.

“Fuck, Jacob. I could lick that dairy cream treat straight off the glass, it looks so good.”

I couldn’t have done it in time because the shower water caught his art-like semen smeared on the glass when I hauled Jacob back into the shower. Millions of swimmers sluiced down the drain like seed blown on the wind while I wrapped my arms around a man entrusted with my life.

“Shall we breakfast now, future husband?”

“It would be rude not to Kate. I’m guessing Tiffany will have a much sorer ass this morning.”

“Hmm, not much gets past you, fiancee.”

“Should it?”

He looked cute with eyebrows raised questioningly, something I pretended to ignore while sliding on comfortable lace French knickers over my ass while he salivated.

“I guess not.”

Mom and Tiffany were late for breakfast and I was halfway through far too much extra crispy smoked streaky bacon when my private secretary sat down gingerly beside me. I chucked openly because our family preferred not to closet sexual relationships, preferring instead a discrete acceptance without intrusion into one another’s personal lives.

“Do you need extra cushioning there, Tiff?”

“I’m okay Kate. I feel better now because Catherine forgave me.”

“Good girl and well done.”

I joined mom at the service buffet under a ruse that I needed more smoky crisp bacon.

“You look smug?”

“Oh, come now Kate. I know you had a hand in Tiffany’s revelation. It felt nice to thrash a naughty girl this morning even if she is just absolutely fucking perfect.”

“Perfect enough to be your next lover mother?”

“Definitely.”

“Daddy would be so proud.”

“Yes, your father loved to watch.”

I shook my head slightly, smiling inwardly, acknowledging some sexual proclivities mom and I didn’t share, but remembering how accepting she and my father had been of each other’s needs.

Mom loved taking girlfriends, preferably younger, while definitely legal and always ethically in terms of dad’s consent.

“Good well, you’ll have another ex-girlfriend on the patch later today.”

“Oh, how so?”

My mothers’ furrowed brow brought out the smug bitch in me. I could have let her find out as a surprise, but then, it might have been puerile of me and Jacob wouldn’t approve of that. I mused for a brief moment about how much my fiancee made me want to be the best version of myself, a journey I never considered when first seeking a submissive boyfriend.

“Emily needs a roof over her head and Jacob has suggested one of the cottages.”

“Simon’s widow?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Kate, I’d forgotten all about her. The poor girl must be heartbroken. It’s very kind of you and Jacob to take her in.”

“She’ll benefit from your support too mom and maybe, she’ll find a use around the estate.”

“Emily was always an excellent worker.”

When I sat back down in between Jacob and Tiffany it was obvious I’d broken up their idle gossip but since they were growing and normalizing a fairly difficult relationship, I left well alone.

“Can I get half an hour with you and mom in your office after your morning meeting please, Jacob?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll let Catherine know.”

Jacob had introduced several military style conventions that met with some initial resistance. After a week, it seemed everyone had bedded in, loving the clarity his leadership style brought to the estate. His best initiative by far was giving department heads five minutes on a timer every morning to talk about their successes and problems.

I would implement the same myself once the new office complex opened.

When I arrived at his office, the estate management team were filing out looking enthused and the whole thing consumed less of Jacob’s time than it took my core unit to settle down with coffee.

Jacob kissed me on the cheek, enjoying our public displays of affection which was something I would never discourage.

“Is mom already here?”

“Yes, she’s installed in her chair. Come on in. Do you want coffee, Kate?”

“Could I have water please?”

“Of course.”

He drew me a fresh glass of tepid water from the cooler he’d bought and self installed. I said nothing about the plumbing mess behind the unit, knowing mom would have a handyman fix the problem, sparing Jacob’s blushes.

I sat down, noticing somber expressions on their faces.

“Why so serious you guys?”

“It must be regarding the gold, right Kate?”

“Yes, mom.”

“What’s your plan?”

“We need to monetize it slowly, but I want fifty percent to go to a Philippine charity we can choose between us.”

“And the other fifty percent?”

“A foundation for charitable works in daddy’s name, chaired by mom.”

She looked shellshocked, but it was the most obvious use of the gold unless we absorbed it into our family wealth, something I knew wouldn’t sit well with any of us. Jacob seemed to expect my news and that made me proud to know he’d believe I would do the right thing.

“What would the foundation do, Kate?”

“Whatever its chair tells it to mom.”

“You’re so much like daddy. It’s a shame he didn’t do this himself.”

“He was busy building an empire mom.”

“Something tells me you and Jacob are building one too, my precious daughter.”

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