Amy's Redemption

by B J Wane

  Turning her head, their noses practically touched when she demanded desperately, “Say my name. Who am I?”

  RJ leaned back in confusion, then glanced up to see Mitch look at her with equal confusion. It only took seconds, but then he noticed the need in her eyes, a need that went beyond her desire for this new sexual experience.

  Leaning back over her, he grasped her chin and held her mouth up to his. “You’re Amy, and you’re mine, no matter what your answer is.” This time when he kissed her it wasn’t with hard, urgent demand, it was with soft, coaxing persuasion and heartfelt emotions.

  Amy smiled when he released her lips, then turned her head and looked up at Mitch then down at his tempting cock. “Then yes, I want this.”

  “We’ll make it good for you, baby,” Mitch purred as he stepped forward and fed his cock into her mouth with one hand while guiding her head with the other.

  RJ watched her close her lips around Mitch’s cock and couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. Grabbing her red hips, he slid between her swollen lips smoothly, embedding himself in her sweet warm cunt in one smooth stroke. “Christ, Amy, do you know how beautiful you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock and your ass bright red from my hand. I’ll bet there’s not a man here who doesn’t envy us,” he stated as he took her with long, slow strokes while he continued to reassure her. “But, you’re mine, sweetheart. You have been from the minute you walked into Rusty’s all those weeks ago.”

  There was a time in the not so distant past that those words would have sent her fleeing in the night. Now, they were a source of comfort, something she realized she had been craving all her life, but never realized it. When Mitch reached down and cupped her breasts, she shut her mind to everything but the ecstasy of having two men intent on nothing but her pleasure.

  Mitch grasped her nipples between his fingers, turning those small buds then pinching them tightly, just how she liked it. “You’ve got beautiful tits, Amy,” he rasped without breaking stride in fucking her mouth. “They fit perfectly in a man’s hands and your nipples are so responsive. I’ll suck them nice and soft after I come. Would you like that?”

  Amy nodded her head as she looked up at him with watery eyes. The pain from his pinching sped down to her cunt, making ache for more, her need to come increasing with each stroke of their dicks.

  “Do that again, Mitch,” RJ instructed from behind her as he dug his fingers harder into her buttocks and increased his thrusts. “I can tell she loved it by the way she soaked my cock and clenched around me.”

  Amy moaned when Mitch pinched her sensitive nipples again then pulled down on them, much the same as he would do on the udders of a cow. She shuddered with the pleasure, sucking harder on his cock as she thrust back against RJ’s pounding hips. Both men increased their thrusts, taking her mouth and pussy with deep, fast strokes, their width and length filling her orifices completely, eliciting her complete surrender to the pleasure. She moaned long and loud around Mitch’s cock as she came, grinding her hips against RJ, shuddering with encompassing pleasure.

  She was still rippling with the aftershocks of her orgasm when both men erupted into her, Mitch filling her mouth and throat with his come just as RJ filed her womb with his. She gloried in the feel of their rough possession and the pleasure she seemed to give them.

  Both men pulled out of her, but continued to tease and torment her flesh. RJ pulled her back against him, his hand caressing the come soaked folds of her well fucked pussy as Mitch bent his head and latched onto her right, sore nipple, suckling that tender bud softly, just as he promised. Alternating between both nipples, he used only his lips and tongue to soothe them as RJ moved his damp fingers from her pussy up her crack to her anus. Slipping one long, wet finger into her tight hole, he slowly finger fucked her ass while holding her loosely around the waist.

  Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she closed her eyes and basked in the ongoing stimulation. “Oh God,” she whimpered as she felt her cunt contracting with the onset of another orgasm. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  “Never, Amy,” RJ vowed as she shattered again, stunning both men with the way she so easily came apart without any direct clitoral stimulation.

  “Fucking awesome,” Mitch breathed when he finally quit feasting on her nipples. “No wonder you’re so possessive of her.”

  But RJ knew it was more than Amy’s sexuality that had drawn him from the moment he saw her. This little spitfire had wormed her way into his heart with her tempting, petite body and big attitude. Her need to cater and spoil those around her, people and animals alike, yet her reticence to accept anything of the like nature challenged his ego; her tightly held secrets about her shady past drew his curiosity; the sad, vulnerable look he caught occasionally in her eyes fired up his protective instincts. He meant it when he had said she was his. The problem was she didn’t trust him enough to accept that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amy groaned as she rolled over, the ache in her head causing her as much distress as the ache in her buttocks. Memories of the previous night came rushing back making her sigh in remembered pleasure. After Mitch and RJ had brought her to another orgasm, she had announced she was hungry again, and this time not for sex. After pulling her skirt back down and slipping her top back on, RJ had grilled them some hamburgers and passed around beers. Three beers and two burgers later, she was feeling completely sated and decidedly light headed, which, while they were mingling with his friends, made her slip and use the “f’ word. RJ had wasted no time instructing Mitch to bend her over and bare her ass for his belt, which he had applied liberally to her still sore cheeks in front of a group of close onlookers. Her cunt quickly grew slick as she recalled the stinging pleasure of the leather and the audience induced lust it had aroused, but her pounding head deterred her from seeking to alleviate it.

  As though nothing unusual had occurred, they conversed and socialized until the crowd started to disperse around midnight. Amy marveled at the easy acceptance of the open sexuality and the friendly, and even respectable, attitude of all those involved. It was obvious they were a close knit group of people that RJ had known for years. By the time they had returned to the hotel, she was high on alcohol and drunk on pleasure, two indulgences she was paying for now. The only thing that had marred the evening for her was the man she caught a brief glimpse of that she could have sworn looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He wore a hat pulled too low for her to see his face, and he stayed on the outskirts of the group and activities so she couldn’t get a good look at him. Still, they way he seemed to stare at her with a hint of malevolence and watch her throughout the evening, had left her uneasy, especially when he had started talking with another man and then seemed to nod in her direction, pointing her out. Thinking it was just her imagination, she ignored them and didn’t say anything to RJ, not wanting to sound paranoid or do anything to ruin their evening.

  “Come on sleepy head,” RJ said in a laughing, booming voice as he jerked the covers off of her. “We need to go get your horse before the nice, sweet tempered mares are all taken.”

  Rolling back over, Amy pulled the pillow over her head. “Go away. It’s Sunday, I get to sleep in.”

  Her still pink buttocks were too tempting to ignore, he decided as he swatted her hard, admonishing without sympathy, “It’s already noon. Let’s go.”

  “Ow!” Reaching behind her, she rubbed her abused flesh and glared up at him before tossing the pillow right in his face. “Fine. Give me an hour in the shower and I’ll be ready. Do you have any aspirin?”

  RJ hauled her up and grinned down at her peeked face. “Poor baby,” he crooned sarcastically, right before slapping her ass again. “You’ve got thirty minutes to get it together. Here.”

  Apparently he had anticipated her need as he reached over and picked up a tall glass of orange juice and three aspirin. With a grateful smile, Amy downed the pain relievers and quickly got into the shower. One thing she had le
arned about RJ, he meant what he said.

  An hour later, Amy was feeling decidedly better. The aspirin, along with the wonderful breakfast buffet at the hotel had worked wonders for her headache and her mood. As RJ led her around the paddocks that held the horses up for bid, she found the task of selecting one more difficult than she could have imagined. They were all beautiful, even tempered and friendly.

  “You have to pick one, Amy.” Even though he was exasperated with her indecision, he was enjoying the way she crooned to each little mare, stroked and talked to them as if they were her babies. His girl had such a soft heart for animals. He had never given much thought to the animals he owned. Most were a source of livelihood, some of pleasure, but none were more than that. He was quite fond of his horse, Domino, and of his two border collies, whom Amy had spoiled rotten, but they were still just pets to him. If Amy continued cherishing them the way she did, he had no doubt they would eventually be considered part of the family. “Come on then,” he said when she didn’t pick one of the five in this paddock. “Let’s look over here.”

  They moved outside of the arena where there were some corrals they hadn’t checked out yet. Amy looked over at one he was leading her away from, stopped abruptly and tugged on his hand. “I want to look at that one,” she insisted, pointing to an older, run down looking nag with a swayed back.

  “Uh, sweetheart, that one isn’t suitable for riding, which is probably why she’s separated from the others. Come look at this one,” he coaxed, trying to lead her away from the sorry looking creature he knew was headed to the slaughter house.

  “No.” Jerking her hand from his, she darted over to the fence and hopped up on it, holding her palm out to the sad looking mare. “That’s a girl, come here, I won’t hurt you. RJ, hand me an apple please.”

  “Amy,” he warned, pulling an apple from the sack she had insisted on picking up on their way here. “You can’t get this one.”

  Taking the apple from him, she fed it to the attention starved horse, ignoring him completely. Both Mike and Rory joined them then, looking questioningly at their boss.

  “Tell her why she can’t have this one,” he demanded of his two employees as they smirked knowingly.

  Amy hopped off the rail and turned to face the three of them with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. “You said I could pick out any horse I wanted, and I want this one. Someone’s been mistreating her, and she needs a good home. You can give her that.”

  “Amy,” Mike said reluctantly. “She’s probably in poor health, not able to carry even a small person like you any longer.

  Her eyes narrowed threateningly. “Ad?”

  All three men winced. “She’s going to be euthanized,” Rory said, even though euthanized was a nice term for slaughtered and turned into dog food.

  Beneath the brim of her purple hat, Amy’s face paled then turned bright red as her eyes shot daggers. “Like hell.” Glaring at RJ, she announced, “If you won’t buy her, I will.” Pulling her checkbook from her purse, she started to head to the payment booth RJ had pointed to earlier.

  “Shit,” RJ muttered before glaring at Rory and Mike. “Not one word, not one fucking word,” he threatened as he grabbed her arm before she could stalk off.

  “Wouldn’t think of it boss,” Mike said with a grin.

  “Hold up, Amy. I’ll get you this one if you’ll agree to the dark brown sorrel with the white star that was my choice.”

  Amy had no idea what a sorrel was, but she did remember that mare. Grinning, relieved she could get the poor neglected horse also, she agreed quickly. “Fine. Do you promise to take care of Tinker, get a vet to check her over, make sure she’s okay?”

  “Tinker?”

  “That’s what I’m calling her. Promise?”

  Ignoring the laughter from Mike and Rory, he smiled down at her. “Promise.”

  They returned to the ranch that afternoon, Amy eager to get know both mares, especially Tinker who had been so misused. They had learned she was taken from a carnival where she had been used to give rides and had been poorly cared for, as were the rest of the animals taken from the same place, most of whom had already been put down. Her heart broke for those poor creatures, which made her even more grateful to RJ for giving in to her demand.

  Reaching over, she squeezed his thigh and smiled at him. “Thank you, again, for rescuing Tinker. I really appreciate it.”

  “You can show me your appreciation when we get home,” he answered suggestively.

  Moving her hand up to his crotch, she squeezed him through his jeans. “Why wait? I want to show you now.”

  “Amy,” he protested, although not too much as she deftly loosened his jeans and pulled his erect cock free. “Going seventy on the highway isn’t the time or place for this.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she simply ignored him and went down on him with her usual, voracious enthusiasm. “Ah, fuck.”

  Amy giggled while sucking him deeply, the sound going straight to his balls. Clenching one hand in her midnight hair, he thrust up into her mouth as he tried to keep control of the truck. Thank God, he thought a few minutes later as he turned off the highway onto his property. Amy’s mouth and tongue had driven him to the point of no return and he was going to have to pull over before she finished him off. Pulling over, he put the truck in park and waved Mike and Rory on pass, ignoring the blare of their horn as they crept by and saw Amy’s head bobbing on his dick.

  Amy heard the boys drive pass and ignored their taunt as she savored RJ’s cock thoroughly, filling her mouth and throat with his steely length, loving the feel and taste of him against her tongue. His soft curses and tightly fisted hand in her hair told her he was drawing near and within moments she had coaxed his ejaculation out of him. Sucking him harder, faster, her tongue stroking every inch of his flesh, she drew out every drop of his come and gulped it down greedily.

  RJ thought the sight of those pretty lips all wet and puffy as she raised her head and slowly licked them was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. “You’re going over my knee for ignoring me, just as soon as I get enough strength back to see to you properly,” he muttered as he shifted into gear and headed to the ranch once again.

  “If that threat was meant to worry me, you need to come up with something else. I love being over your knees.”

  “I think I created an insatiable monster.” They both laughed and RJ marveled at the changes in her in the past few weeks. Her easy capitulation that first night had been the start of his obsession, followed by two weeks of denial that had driven him crazy but only increased his need, then, finally, a head first dive into his lifestyle that had been the last straw to losing his heart completely.

  When they pulled in front of the stables, Amy noticed a third person helping Rory and Mike with unloading the horses and recognized him immediately as one of the men she had spotted at the bonfire that seemed to be watching her, giving her the creeps. This man she recognized as he was the one without a hat and had been facing her, whereas the other one, the one that had seemed familiar, had kept his hat pulled low and his face averted so she couldn’t see him clearly.

  “Who’s that?” she asked RJ before getting out of the truck.

  “Carl. I just hired him last week to help with driving some of the herd to auction in a few weeks. Something wrong, sweetheart?” he asked when he noticed the uneasy look on her face.

  “No, of course not. I just didn’t recognize him.”

  RJ let it slide, but wondered at her unease. Amy had always been open and accepting of all his hands, and had seemed to grow fond of several of them as they had of her. Even though he was a temporary hand, he hoped Carl fit in around here, showed the same amount of loyalty and respect he demanded from all his employees, especially where Amy was concerned. If not, he would be shown off his ranch immediately.

  Amy spent all her free time the following week with her two new pets. She had named the dark brown mare Coco and, after she had found the whereabouts
of Bessie, rode her out to her pasture everyday. Tinker required more time to overcome her distrust of people, but she was sure with enough love and treats, the sad looking mare would eventually enjoy life at the ranch. The only thing to mar her happiness was the unease she felt whenever she caught Carl staring at her with a cocky sneer and insulting look in his dark eyes. She went out of her way to avoid looking at him at meals and stayed away from the barn and stables when she knew he was in from the pastures where he spent most of his time.

  Amy was grateful for Maddy’s presence the following weekend at dinner when all the hands were tired and upset about the prank someone played by salting the water troughs around the ranch. All except Carl, who seemed to be indifferent to the trouble and potential harm the prank had caused.

  “Here, Amy, let me help you,” Maddy said as she started to gather up the dinner dishes.

  “Thanks, Maddy. I’m glad you and Rick joined us tonight.”

  Carrying the dishes into the kitchen, she said quietly, “Rick, Gary and RJ are going to discuss who might’ve done such a thing when the guys clear out.”

  “Probably kids from a neighboring ranch. No one around here would do anything like that, would they?” Amy asked as they loaded the dishwasher together.

  “No way. All of RJ’s hands are loyal to him, even the younger, college guys. He pays them too well and his no tolerance rule when it comes to the care of his livestock is well known.”

  Amy was tempted to ask Maddy what she thought of Carl, but didn’t want to cause trouble. Besides, she was sure RJ would keep an eye on him and the other two men he had hired temporarily for the roundup, especially after this incident.

  “Once they’re done scarfing down that chocolate cake, want to sit with me in the den while they do their business?”

  Maddy’s blue eyes shone with excitement as she took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. “Let’s go relax now. We’ll clean up the dessert plates later. We’ll go raid RJ’s wine while we wait on them.”