by Mia Madison
She gives the a satisfied smile then says;
“Diego and I are engaged to be married.”
10
Diego
I find her swift departure amusing, another step in the game of tantalization. I climb down the ladder and head for the kitchen. I’m never alone in my life. I decide instead of heading back to the party where a dozen ditzy bridesmaids will be pawing me and groping my cock under the bar, to spend some time contemplating. Same as Violet says she is here to do. It seems like a way to get closer to her, try to understand what makes her tick at least.
There’s a Mexican woman in the kitchen, scrubbing the pots that were used for dinner and she gapes at me like I’m Prince Harry himself.
“Get me something to eat,” I tell her in Spanish. Then add; “Please,” in a more humane tone of voice which shocks her ever more.
She rustles through the refrigerator and apologizes that there’s only the remains of the beef stew the cowboys had at lunch.
“Do you want me to send someone to the dinner party for a plate?” she asks, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
“No, give me the stew,” I command her. “Please.”
It’s actually really good. I’d expected the usual lousy tasteless food you get in bulk here in North America. But this is flavorful and filled with hunks of excellent beef. Maybe I’ll see if I can steal the cook.
I sit at the counter and eat, which causes consternation whenever the staff pass through the kitchen. I ignore them and my contemplation is entirely focused on Violetta. The way her soft lips parted for mine then pressed back around my kiss, drawing me in, hungry for more.
I’ve kissed hundreds, probably thousands of women. What makes this one so different?
Her perky breast was lifted high, curving roundly on the underside so it sat with perfect weight in my palm. The firm flesh, so warm and soft was so good to mangle in my fist it was all I could do not to rip her light sundress off her body and have her tits spring naked before me. I can almost feel her nipple harden again as I strummed across the point with my thumb pad. Alternating the touch with rubbing circles around the little bullet until she quivered under my hand.
That’s where my contemplation is held as I eat. Entirely on Violet’s perfect curves. I want every part of her in my mouth. I want to lick and lap at those eager responsive little nipples until she spreads her legs wide for me. I want to watch her consume my big cock and take the entire length inside her tight pussy with a gasp of surprise.
“Thank you,” I tell Conchita, the kitchen worker when I finish my meal and leave the kitchen.
She mutters her thanks to me, like it was an honor to serve me. I’m sure no one has ever asked her name before now. I know I never would have thought of doing that before tonight.
What is she doing to me, this strange girl, Violet?
My hunger may be satiated but once I’m alone in my room, it rises harder than anything my stomach rumbles gave out. I’m almost driven to go looking for her again. I’m certain she’ll be in her bedroom now and there’s nothing I want more than to join her there. To push her back on the pillows and part her thighs wide for my hard cock rocking in and out of her warmth.
Somehow I know I have to resist this time.
Violet is the only girl I’ve ever felt like that about.
But what’s most important to me is that I don’t spook her off like a pony I push to submit to training too soon. Every submission has its moment and Violet’s has not yet arrived. I’m impatient but I know the moment to pounce. My burning wood is not so content with waiting however. I tug my jeans down and step into the shower, turning the hot water to blasting cold doesn't relieve the searing need tugging at my huevos.
With the image of Violet’s eyelashes fluttering as I squeeze her tits and stroke across her wet folds. I see my fingers pulling them apart to delve into her slickness. With a speedy jerk along my wide cock, I soon let out a groan and release the tension built up in me.
That release doesn't last through the night. I wake up at four and have to stroke the length of my velvet rock. Then again in the morning, I’m hard as a diamond. Fuckit, I throw back the sheets to climb out of bed and head for the stables. I have a match coming up and Don Quick needs to be in top form for this one – the cup in Palm Beach.
Now where the fuck are my grooms?
I find Flavio is already out of his room but he’s not in the kitchen either. I grab coffee from the little Mexican woman, who again startles when I wish her a ‘Good Morning’. I’m starting to enjoy this politeness game. Then I head back upstairs to find Nacho’s room, hoping to god it’s the one right beside Flavio’s and I’m not going to walk in on some naked woman.
The idea of opening up a door and finding Violet there drives me close to reckless abandon. And I'd go for it if it was any other woman. One that I knew would be eager to welcome me. But I’m still unsure about Violet.
Oh, I know she wants me. I’ve never felt such hunger in a woman before last night. That feeling was entirely mirrored in my own lust as I explored her delicious mouth with my tongue. And imagined it buried between her lower lips, thrusting inside her pussy.
Unusually for me, I knock at the door and a wary male voice I recognize calls out; who is it?
“Who do you fucking think it is?” I snarl, in our language and throw open the door without waiting.
I’m greeted by the sight of Nacho buried balls deep inside some girl with enormous tits, bobbing fiercely up and down as he pounds her body. Meanwhile Flavio attempts to ram all of her ample flesh into his wide mouth at once. I heel kick the door shut behind me with a grin.
“Excuse me for interrupting your pleasure boys but do you forget we have a championship game this weekend?”
Flavio spanks the girl’s round ass cheek so it wobbles. He grips the generous flesh of her ass cheeks in both fists to deliver a fast jerk inside the girl, who I assume is one of the bridesmaid party. My groom lets out a groan as he discharges inside the moaning thrashing woman. I finish my coffee, leaning against the dresser casually observing them finish the girl off. She flops back on the bed, panting and completely deranged, her hair stuck in the sweat on her cheeks and forehead.
My guys quickly leap up and go to the bathroom to wash up and dress. I remain standing there and the girl eyes me poutily, She pulls up the sheet but not enough to cover her tits, that she carefully leaves exposed for me. I’ve never been less tempted. There’s only one woman that interests me and she’s sweet and pure, definitely too good for me. But that doesn't stop me wanting her.
“Meet me n the stable,” I shout to Flavio and Nacho.
I don't even want to be in the room with the naked girl. Somehow being there sullies my thoughts of Violet and the kiss she gave me last night. I need the memory of her to be the only thing in my head, unspoiled by the filthy games my grooms and I are used to playing with women we pick up on the road. All the polo groupies, the young aristocratic girls from uptight families, the princesses and dowagers, all desperate for some big hard South America meat. Underneath my patrician exterior I’m nothing but a beast. Or at least I was until now.
I start grooming the horse myself until the boys come running down. Then I step back, leaning into the stable wall and ask about their night as they work.
“It started with a spanking,” Nacho tells me. “I overheard the girls all talking, the bridesmaids and a couple of those ones that live here. They were kinda drunk and giggling about being spanked and how wet that gets them.”
“When I found Bethany alone by the barn, I had to check that out,” Flavio continues.
“And she liked it?” I inquire. Not remotely interested in the girl's pleasure, just for future reference.
“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Nacho came looking for me and she grabbed at him too. The girls here are fucking insatiable.”
11
Violet
If I’m supposed to be focusing on my interior self and practicing feeling what I
feel, it’s likely going to kill me. Before last night my heart was so heavy it felt like it was bottom-dragging my chest cavity. And now? Now it’s leapt up into my throat so I can barely swallow. Every time I even think of Diego della Donna, it lurches up, pushing through my windpipe like a bulging organ desperate to escape.
And there’s a piece of imagery I don’t need, sitting here in the middle of this goddamn field with only a horse for company.
All I can think of is Diego’s mouth covering mine and his expert tongue exploring every corner, licking and curling around mine enough to make my head spin. Better I focus on that part of his body and not the hard bundle that was pressing so ferociously at his jeans I could almost see his pulse pounding there. The way his cock stretched at the denim set up throbbing between my thighs that still refuses to go away. I lean back, arching up toward the sky, the vision of his big dick sliding into me making me squirm.
My underwear is soaked through again, but at least not quite as bad as when I got back to the safety of my own room last night. I had to throw off my clothes – all two items – How did I go to the library without a bra on? A backless sundress wasn’t a good idea with all these hot men wandering about the place. Thing is I never noticed them before and anyway they’re kept separate from me. Or they were until Diego crashed his way through the rules like they don’t apply to him.
So this hurts like hell, the callous betrayal. I figured he was playing around with me but not that he was engaged to the woman running my healing course. It’s just so mean.
It seems so wrong to say this hurts more than anything I’ve ever known. Because that couldn't possibly be true. Nothing is worse than losing your entire family in one day and knowing it was your fault. It’s colored my entire life and made me think most of the time that I ought to be dead too. That’s a pain I live with in my bones every day. Whereas this is as raw as a new paper cut. Every time I touch on it with my mind, the sting is sharp.
When I came out to the stables he was there. Dallyce was with me, helping me with the horse in case I needed anything. And the men were joking around in the next stall about some woman, I’m sure. Even though they were talking in their own language, the smutty remarks came through in the raucous bro laughter so that Dallyce rolled her eyes at me. I looked away, Maybe they were joking about me. About how young and stupid I was running away from a man’s delicious kiss.
Just imagine if I’d let it go further. As far as I wanted. To have Diego shoving deep inside my body, forcing my tunnel to stretch and give way to his thrusting hard cock. I rolled around on my bed most of the night, almost delirious with the need to make that happen. Determined that if he came upon me again I was not going to scamper off.
When I lead Freesia out from the stable, he emerges at the same time. He looks divine as ever and his face lights up when he sees me which makes my heart go fluttering before I shove it back down. The man is someone’s fiance. I won’t give him even the smallest encouragement.
The smile wipes from his smug mouth, presumably he sees Dallyce beside me and I just know she’s scowling at him.
“Congratulations,” she snipes as we pass, not sounding remotely joyous with the news of her boss’s upcoming celebration.
Modesty had been all excited with plans for a mega wedding attended by thousands but the other two women looked less than delighted with Chloe’s sudden announcement. And of course I sat there devastated.
Diego does a double take at her snarky remark and his eyes snap to mine. I look sharply away and refuse to echo her good wishes. I couldn't trust myself. Maybe I’d slap his perfect face. Grazing the stubble, already right at the surface even though he clearly just shaved this morning. He’s all man and the rough chin only renders him more deliciously masculine. In fact as I pass him by, my heart lifts with an intense pain that makes me gasp for breath.
“Buenos dias,” he says, with the clear intent to get my attention.
I sail past him, without the smallest response. I’m sure Dallyce won’t think it’s strange. She knows I’m protecting myself. Bit late, that horse has left the stable. I should have done it last night, if I hadn't been so reckless and dumbfounded by his irresistible beauty.
“Good morning,” he repeats, more insistently at our backs.
“Same to you,” Dallyce says without a hint of sincerity.
“Honestly, he is such an asshat,” she hisses once we’re outside.
She leaves me at the edge of the paddock to go back to her other tasks and allow me to do my personal work.
Great.
Nothing but thoughts of him.
Nothing but thoughts of his hard kiss, devouring my mouth like he was giving me a thorough tongue fucking. Nothing but thoughts of how it would feel to have him pushing between my thighs and taking me, no questions asked, like my pussy is his birthright.
I see him from a distance come out into the yard and mount his horse. His solid thigh, lifting high to curve over the animal’s back with grace and power. His every move is magical to watch. And I stare at him as he rides away, followed by his mounted grooms. They're all carrying mallets, presumably heading off somewhere to practice their polo sport.
My mind wanders off then, dreaming of Diego trailing the point of his crop down my naked body. Pressing it between my legs and into my slippery folds. I’m helpless to resist him.
I don’t hear the sound of horse hooves approaching until the reverberation is moving through the ground direct to my ass cheeks. I look around, half expecting a herd of cattle stampeding behind me, but there’s only one animal. A horse’s nostrils steaming with the intense gallop she’s moving at. Adrenalin pours into my veins as the beast comes thundering directly at me. My heart bangs bongo-wild and the blood pummels at my veins. I have no time to get up, the animal’s going to mow me down.
As I make a move to fling myself out of the horse’s path, it’s too late. I go flying up into the air. Certain I’m about to pause midair before smacking back onto the ground with a thud. But that’s not how it goes. A band of iron scoops around my back and under my arms. I don’t know how he does it but I’m lifted from the ground and land directly on top of the horse. Diego drags me to settle between the most solid pair of thighs. They’re flexing with power through stretchy white material as they hug around the beast as well as me.
“You bastard,” I squeal.
My struggle to push Diego away from me goes nowhere. His solid arms encircle me and grasp the reins tightly. We continue to gallop at only a slightly reduced pace, to give the horse a break I’m guessing. “What are you doing?” I shout as I smack at his arm. My fist is utterly useless against a bicep built like solid rock.
“I’m taking you away,” he growls low into my ear. His hot breath on the side of my neck makes gooseflesh rise all down my arms.
“Away where?” I whimper.
“Where I can be alone with you. I told you before I want to know you, Violetta. And it seems there’s a whole lot more to know if you’re going to sail past me with your nose in the air like a little queen.”
“I didn’t,” I start. But I know I did, so; “You deserved it.”
He doesn't say a word, merely plants a kiss on my cheek and another on my ear that leave me breathlessly unable to make any more protest.
12
Diego
Seeing Violet again this morning sent a flash fire burning up every fucking cell in my body. I was so freaking happy that I almost scooped her up right there in the stables in front of her minder and my two bozos. But because of them I didn’t. And then she gave me the side-eye like I’d already let her down before we’ve even begun.
What the fuck is that about? After making the worst plays of my life, ever, against a pair of goons who don’t know one end of a mallet from the other, I went galloping toward the ball and when I missed it I just kept going. I knew there was no way I could hit a chukka again with any precision until I had the girl in my arms and she let me in on the problem between us.
Having her writhing against me now has my cock unfurling in my tight pants, driving me to distraction. The side of her full breast rolls up and down over the taut abs I use for steering the animal we’re riding. I can’t concentrate on anything but ripping the tee shirt up over them and sucking each one hard into my mouth. I could rear up the Don and take Violet down off the horse’s back, right here in the open. We’ve traveled miles away from the ranch at nearly full gallop and no one’s around to witness the things I’m planning to do to her body.
“Put me down,” she squeals, without a whole lot of conviction if you ask me.
I pull her tighter against me with the tops of my arms, penning her in until she gasps.
“You don’t want me to leave you out here with the rattlers?” I say.
“I live in Florida. You don't really think I’m scared of snakes?”
“We could test it if you like.”
“Or what, I get to see your twelve inch python?”
“Wow, what a mouth on the good girl. Did you learn all that in your books?”
“Maybe.”
I’ve gradually pulled back on Don’s reins, until she’s slowed to a canter then a trot. The poor thing has built up quite a sweat under the hot sun and I walk her toward a small barn building, sitting alone all the way out here beside a water hole.
I dismount, leaping down to the ground so I can lift Violet down before she slides down Don Quick’s back and makes another run for it. Not that there’s anywhere to go. I’ve well and truly kidnapped her. Maybe her minders will send out a cowboy search party.
The idea makes me laugh. Until I reach up for Violet and circle my hands around her waist. She slides down the side of the horse’s torso and I’m standing close. So close that her body glides over the length of mine, covering each ab in turn and setting up a domino effect of heat raging through me. My cock is fucking solid now and nothing I can think of detracts from its insistence on being root deep inside her.
