Kate Educates Jacob #26

Stormy Seas

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Kate’s Point Of View.

It was still dark outside when I woke up early after a night of raw lovemaking. The storm lashed against our cabin, gusting with extreme winds trying to tear something off while pelting rain desperate to get inside.

When I rolled over in bed, Jacob wasn’t there. My arms slid gently across our bed sheets, searching for a warm body I craved.

“Jacob?”

I flicked on the lamp beside me and blinked rapidly until my eyes grew accustomed to the sudden change. I stared around the room, confused by my fiancee’s disappearance. 

“Jacob?”

He wasn’t in the en-suite bathroom, so I traipsed through the living room, wrapping his bathrobe around me for warmth. The fire was still lit but only just, with dying embers in the grate that barely threw off any heat.

“Jacob?”

He wasn’t inside the cabin, so I went to the window and peered out into a violent storm.

“Fucking hell! Jacob!”

I opened the cabin door and ran outside, into the centre of a meadow. Jacob stood naked, covered in mud and was soaking wet, looking like a Viking god demanding the storm be vanquished. His arms were held aloft, he stared at the night sky and screamed with rage at bolts of lightning that lit the heavens.

His muscles were bursting, pumped and fuelled by adrenaline. The raw, animal warrior buried inside my fiancee was evident in its natural glory, and that terrified me. I gripped Jacob’s arm to pull him away, but his bare feet were cemented to the muddy, torn up grass.

“Jacob, I need you to come with me.”

“I need this storm to clear, Kate.”

“You need to come with me, fiancee, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“I can’t. I must stay here for her.”

Fear and anger gripped me, so I pulled Jacob’s head down to mine, clasping his cheeks in both palms.

“Right now… you’re coming with me.”

I gripped his hand like a vise and dragged him slowly at first, with his feet sliding reluctantly across mud and grass. He moved more quickly when his resolve to tackle the storm waned. I noticed a blank, ashen grey expression and hollow eyes staring at me.

“Inside now! Come on.”

I yanked and almost carried him inside, dropping my soaking wet bath robe, before running to the bedroom, fetching another and our duvet. Once I hustled Jacob to the fire and wrapped him up, it was obvious he’d been outside for quite some time because his skin was freezing.

He fell asleep in my arms almost immediately so I lay him down, slipping a pillow under his head before stacking more wood on the log burning stove, opening its vent wide to draw air for heat.

“Are you okay, Jacob?”

He wasn’t responsive, so I checked his pulse, which seemed normal at seventy-one beats per minute. I pulled a bunch of animal skins and rugs around us, crawled inside the duvet and transferred my heat to a seemingly peaceful, sleeping fiancee.

He slept, and I watched over him, making sure he rested quietly. When Jacob woke again, it was barely light enough to see, and the storm continued raging outside. I stared at him, smiling nervously, and he grinned back confidently, checking my ring finger before kissing it.

We’re not on the same page. He has no idea what happened.

“How did we get out here, Kate? That must have been a wild night.”

“It was, yes. A bit too wild. Do you remember anything at all, Jacob?”

“Only making love to you in our bed and then… well, nothing really, just waking up now, here and with you.”

“Let’s cuddle in front of the fire and sleep a little longer, sweetheart. I need some warmth from my lovely fiancee.”

“I love you, Kate.”

I couldn’t mention what happened because I didn’t understand it and wouldn’t want to confuse Jacob. Some kind of sleepwalking and talking episode just occurred, and I guessed it was linked to Natalia, but I felt terrified of saying something that would make my future husband worse.

As I spooned gently backwards into him, listening for the soft purring snore I’d grown accustomed to at night, I cried, stifling my tears so as not to wake Jacob.

I couldn’t nod off, so when he was in a deep slumber, I slipped out of our makeshift bed, wrapped up in my gown, and went to the kitchen from where I could keep an eye on Jacob.

With a fresh coffee in hand, I sat on a kitchen stool and dialled my mom.

“Hi Kate. It’s very early, what’s up?”

“Kate?”

“Kate.”

“Mom.”

“Why are you crying? What’s happened?”

“We’re okay, mom.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It’s Jacob.”

I wept openly, holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the choking sobs I couldn’t hold back.

“Tell me what happened? Did you guys fight?”

“Fucking hell mom, no.”

“Kate Granger, stop whining like an air-raid siren and tell me what’s going on.”

I explained about our night and how I’d found Jacob outside, what I did, and where he was now. She listened, tutted and grunted a great deal.

“I have a solution. He might need professional help, but that’s up to him. I recommend you get the estate equine master to teach Jacob how to ride and get him on Beauty. Also, get him a couple of nice dogs, some spaniels, or something else equally loveable.”

“Are you sure about this, mom?”

“He has PTSD. I know for sure that being around horses will be good for him because they’ll teach him to understand hypervigilant responses such as he’s prone to. The dogs will be great stress relief for him too.”

“Okay. We’ll be coming back today.”

“I thought you were due back tomorrow.”

“I’m scared for Jacob.”

“You’re supposed to be leading this relationship, Kate. Back the fuck up, get a grip of yourself and lead.”

“Okay mom.”

I’d had a swift kick up the ass from mom and I didn’t like what she’d said, but it was mostly true. I cupped my hands around the coffee, sipping while enjoying the tendrils of stimulation that seeped through my body.

I need to restructure our lives. We’ve adapted to dad’s death but always short term.

Jacob slept like a baby, which confused me given the state in which I’d discovered him. Having finished my coffee, and washed the mug, I slipped back underneath the duvet, sliding backwards into my fiancee as though I’d never left.

Jacob chuckled almost imperceptibly, so I rolled over to face him, surprised he was almost completely awake.

“You do remember I was in the Special Forces, right Kate?”

“Oh god, Jacob, you surprised me. I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was until you moved away from me, made a coffee and called mom.”

“I thought I’d been quiet and snuck away secretly.”

“Yeah, okay. I heard everything, sorry. Perhaps I should have said I was awake, but I figured something happened to me you didn’t want to mention.”

“What did you hear?”

“You were crying quite a lot. I heard that I’ve been sleepwalking, you rescued me and Catherine thinks I should ride a horse and own a couple of dogs.”

“Hmm, you should have been a Royal Marine.”

“Touche, my love.”

“Has this ever happened before?”

“Twice, but both times were long ago and after the war ended when I got home.”

“Do you know what triggers it?”

“You already know it’s Natalia, I’m sure. Not much escapes you, Kate.”

He seemed calm, warm, and relaxed. His nakedness felt comfortable against me and it was as though his excursion into the storm never happened and he didn’t care.

“Can I help you Jacob?”

“Will you teach me to ride instead of the equine master, please?”

“Of course. I’d love to teach you. Will it help like mom said?”

“It’s not so much the riding that helps with PTSD, it’s being around horses that’s good therapy.”

“Why haven’t you tried it before?”

“The military contracted therapists tried to push me, so I pushed back.”

“Why do it now then, Jacob?”

“I’ll do anything you say is right for us, Kate. We agreed this would be the arrangement for our female led relationship.”

“Yes, we did.”

I suddenly realized a much more profound responsibility lay in my hands. Jacob would look after me any way he could regardless of our D/s status, but this delicate problem was being entrusted to me alone.

“What about the dogs? Would you like two pets?”

“Yes please. I’d love to own a couple of dogs.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about that?”

“Umm.”

Jacob went quiet for a minute while I let him think things through. I couldn’t imagine why I’d missed it and made a mental note to thank mom.

Am I so busy that I stopped noticing?

“Please answer me, Jacob. Why didn’t you mention about wanting dogs?”

“I felt awkward.”

“Why? Spit it out, please.”

“It’s not my house to decide things like that.”

“But you said only a few days ago that Granger Hall was home.”

“It feels like it but I still wouldn’t like to ask to could keep pets and such like.”

“Okay, Jacob. One horse, two dogs, and a thrashing is coming your way.”

“Sorry Kate.”

“You will be sorry sweetheart, and if you don’t start treating Granger Hall as your own, I’ll have a robot arm installed in our dungeon with a paddle strapped to it.”

“I’ve been stupid.”

“Not stupid, but for sure, we can’t have misunderstandings like this any longer. We’ll talk it through and come up with a solution. We’re both wealthy, or neither of us are.”

“And we’re in it together forever.”

“Yes Jacob, for sure. Now, please cuddle me and let’s have a late lie in because I’m tired and certain you must be too.”

He slipped back into a deep sleep while I pondered on our situation. I was at fault and knew why. My guard had dropped, I wasn’t tending to my fiancee properly and had missed signs. Jacob’s thrashing over my knee in the woods was fun, but wasn’t a solution.

Fuckety fuck. I need help at work. Someone to take part of the strain.

I slept on and off for a couple of hours, eventually waking to the sound of a whisk and bowl at war with each other. When I raised myself onto an elbow, peering over the breakfast bar into the cabin’s kitchen, I saw Jacob pumping one arm with a whisk attached.

“Pancakes, Kate.”

“Jesus, Jacob, you’re like a one-man kitchen army.”

“At times I had to cook for myself, but that only works when I follow a recipe.”

“I’m sure.”

I rolled onto my front, stretched out like a cat, then stood up and sat at the breakfast bar where coffee, a fork, some maple syrup and a plate full of perfectly cooked pancakes were delivered by a happy, smiling face.

“Jacob, have you been attending classes?”

“In what subjects?”

“How to win Kate’s heart?”

He sat down opposite me with a semi-serious expression. His disposition was relaxed, but for sure, Jacob wanted to talk.

“I feel a bit awkward about what we discussed earlier.”

“About the dogs?”

“Yeah. The thing is, Kate, I never want to be perceived as a freeloader or someone taking advantage of you. Like it or not, you’re a target.”

“You didn’t know anything about me when we met. It wasn’t until after we fell in love that you discovered the truth, and now I’m off the market.”

“I don’t just mean me. There are potential kidnappers, scammers, blackmailers, and all manner of low life’s lingering. They smell money, see an unprotected billionaire and hone in.”

“I have you to protect me.”

“You… actually, we, need proper protection. I suggest a security upgrade at home and have a driver with a team of professional bodyguards when on the move in certain scenario’s.”

“What scenario’s?”

“We’re visiting the IDEX exhibition next month in UAE. It’s one of the biggest Defence shows in the world. You’ll need a couple of bodyguards at least.”

“Okay, I get the message. We’ll have this arranged easily in a few days.”

I held up my hands, not wishing to hear any more. It was causing me an acute headache. Jacob walked around from the other side of our breakfast bar, cuddled me, and all the anxiety that built up so quickly, vanished.

“These pancakes are excellent. Are they chef’s recipe?”

“My sister’s actually.”

“Ah, now… as I recall, she's due to visit us soon, right?”

“Next week.”

“Jacob, I have a confession to make.”

I felt a bit emotional and my fiancee noticed. He held me close and whispered in my ear.

“You can do this, Kate. The shift in your life is seismic and you’ve done a great job, but it’s not sustainable.”

“I have some solutions to run by you.”

“I’m always listening, Kate.”

“I’d like you to run the estate. It hasn’t had a clear business plan for years and neither of my parents could get fully to grips with it.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I think we’re a great team, but dad’s empire was too big for him. Mom would help you learn and manage, but Claire wouldn’t, and that’s okay. I’ll appoint you as CEO and bring all estate matters under a single company.”

“I enjoy coming to GD offices and being around you.”

“I thought we’d work for two days at GD and I’ll build a new office somewhere on the estate, house my staff and work from there the other three days. You could have an office beside me. How does it seem?”

“I think you’ll have a problem, Kate.”

“Oh, why?”

My heart sank, but his wide smile made me suspicious, so I elbow nudged him to the ribs.

“What is it, Jacob?”

“You’ll have to ask the estate boss if you want to build on his land.”

“It’s okay, that’s really easy. One night between the sheets is all I need to influence his decisions.”

“I think we should negotiate now.”

“I’m always available to talk, Jacob.”

He prised my legs apart while I sat on the kitchen stool. The bath robe slid aside and my pussy was exposed. I spread my legs wider, encouraging Jacob to fuck me.

When he kissed me it was with the love of a man pure of heart but with a carnal lust for his fiancee. I gripped Jacob’s immense, thick cock and began wanking his shaft.

“Seems this rod was struck by lightning.”

“It just won’t go down.”

“We’ll see about that, Jacob.”

I guided his cock to the entrance of my swollen, aching pussy lips. He’d fucked me so much over the course of our stay at the cabin that I felt a little sore, but he needed me and wanted to cum inside my pussy. I needed Jacob too.

I slid my ass along the wooden chair until my pussy was at its edge, presenting myself for Jacob to fuck. We both looked downwards, enjoying the sight of his cock spreading my pussy lips apart before sliding deep inside me.

“Do I feel the same?”

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“Because we’ve fucked so much these last couple of days.”

“Being inside your pussy is my safest place, Kate.”

He bottomed out inside my pussy with both my arms wrapped around his neck while his gripped my ass, pulling me onto his cock.

“That’s very deep inside me, Jacob.”

“Do you still want us to try for a baby?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“With all of the changes, restructuring and this fright I gave you through the night.”

I gazed into his eyes while Jacob’s cock stretched my pussy walls. My reproductive organs were screaming to be impregnated, and I was sure it was the right thing for me.

“I want you to make me pregnant now, please.”

“I want that too.”

“Then don’t ask me again please, Jacob.”

He withdrew his cock while kissing me, then slid back in balls deep. It took my breath away, and I knew he enjoyed that. My head slumped onto his chest, where my lips, tongue, then teeth played with both nipples. That catalysed his pounding of my slit.

Jacob fucked me hard and almost to the point I might soak the stool. His cock felt primal inside and when I lifted my head to stare him in the eyes, the storm from outside still raged there.

When he emptied his seed inside my pussy, I hit a massive orgasm spike. Powerful emotions tumbled around my head and heart while pleasure fought with anxiety.

Jacob carried me into the shower cubicle with his cock still impaled inside my pussy. He turned around, taking the initial shot of cold water onto his back, then set me gently onto the shower tray.

“We need to cleanup, Kate.”

“You smell awful and are still grimy from being outside, honey.”

“Are we heading home today or tomorrow?”

“Do we have a plan for the future, Jacob?”

“Yes. I believe so.”

“Then let’s stay here today and leave in the morning as planned.”

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