Obediently, I did as he asked and bent over the bed as he moved behind me. The silky material of my nightie was flipped up over my back and goosebumps rose on my flesh when his fingers tangled around my panties, forcefully pulling them down to mid-thigh. His hands were on me again, gripping around my waist, and I arched my back to ease his access.
I cried out loudly this time as he entered me, no longer caring about anyone seeing or hearing us. His length separated my slick folds until every last inch of him was buried. The initial tinge of pain was gone once he started pistoning his hips, supplanted by the pleasurable excitement of his rigid cock sliding across my nub and stretching me to fullness.
Moans tore from within me as he pounded me into the bed from behind and tingling shots of ecstasy circled up and around the base of my neck. My face was driven into the soft mattress when he pulled one of my arms behind my back and held me down, using my body as a warm receptacle for his tool.
It was like exploding fireworks when the rocketing feeling of my orgasm hit me. I felt boneless and numb all over, except in my belly, which was clenching and pulsing out sparks of pleasure. The bed was shaking and he was pummeling into me, but all that was subdued by the bliss I was feeling.
Raul twisted his hands against me, trying to turn me over. “Get on your back,” he directed, and I found myself rolling over with my knees in the air and my buttocks hanging on the very edge of the bed.
He easily found my entrance again in the dark and drove back into me, while bending his head down and pressing his mouth against mine. The air I was breathing in was like hot gusts; a mixture of his and my own respirations. He nibbled on my ear, sending spikes of delirium down my spine and reigniting my passion.
“I told you I knew what you wanted,” he puffed out between haggard breaths before resting his hands on my thighs and pressing my knees up to my shoulders.
I was stretched to the limit, and his flesh slapped loudly against mine as he jerked and rutted in the final throes of his towering climax. Every muscle in sinew in his body constricted as he moaned out a careworn hail and spilled his seed inside me. He stayed there as if locked within me, breathing heavily and covering my body with his own.
When he finally withdrew, he slipped under the covers with me and wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders. After a few light kisses, we both fell asleep, dreaming into the darkness.
The next morning he woke me with a kiss on my neck and brushed the long strands of my wayward hair out of my face. The swelling around his eye was already fading and in the light I could see how awful the cut above it appeared. I reached up to caress his face, but he caught my hand and lightly pecked it instead.
“I have to go now, baby,” he lamented, and pushed his head through the shirt he had on the night before. “I’ll be back to see you tonight, after I take care of…some business.”
I wanted to tell him not to go, to stay with me and be safe, but it would be no use. He was a leader that would refuse to bow out even when the odds weren’t in his favor. The motivation which drove him was a mystery to me but his actions made it clear that what he wanted came first. I had no interest in trying to plead with him if it only meant it would drive him away.
“I’ll be waiting,” I whispered. Then, I sat up in the bed and leaned back as he kissed me one last time before heading out the door.
Once he left, I spent the next thirty minutes reveling in the memory of the night before. He was like a brute with a heart, a savage man living in a world of modern conveniences and fearful people that had somehow chosen me as the woman to share himself with. How was I different than any of those ordinary people living in the world today? What made me special that attracted Raul in the first place?
After a while, my thoughts started to blend together and I realized that I was truly happy for the first time in as long as I could remember. He had given more to me than just incredible sex. Now I had more purpose, and that purpose was to please him as a woman should. The mere thought of being his obedient partner gave me a rush that refused to be quiet.
I was lying on the bed and thinking all of these things when the doorbell suddenly rang, waking me from my heady dreams and sexual complexities with a start. Who the hell could be at my door this early in the morning?
My first thought was that it was Raul, come back for another round of vicious lovemaking. I crossed the threshold of my living room, kicking aside my shoes that I had left in the middle of the floor, and swung open the door. The smile I had on my face instantly transformed into a look of fear.
“Hola,” said the wiry, unkempt latino man standing at the door. Behind him were two others, all wearing the same style of riding outfit and sporting menacing expressions. “You’re coming with us.”
Shock paralyzed my feet to the floor for one long, drawn out second. These had to be members of the rival gang Raul had told me about the night before. I was about to scream and try to slam the door when the man stepped forward quickly and produced a gleaming, very sharp looking knife.
“Try to scream and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
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Break Me
By Mike Ox
I come to the fence to watch him break in the new gelding. Hooking my dusty boots over the rails, I lean in. Horse and man revolve around each other, attached by a length of rope. The gelding’s roan coat glistens, his mane catching afternoon sun. Guy pulls him to a stop. The horse obeys instantly. Guy isn’t a man you would want to disobey.
Guy pets the horse’s nose to let him know he did well. The horse whickers, tail twitching. Guy looks over at me, flashing a grin. I live for his grins. I’ve been his ranch hand for three months now, and I can remember each one he’s given me. Some nights I’ll pick one to remember before I go to sleep.
Guy waves at me. I straighten. Does he want me to come into the pen with him? He can’t.
“Get in here, Cody.”
I leap to obey. “Yes, boss?”
“You take his lead.”
“Really?” I grip the rope. On the other end, the horse blows hot air out his nose.
“Try to relax. You want to be more than a feed boy, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well then. You’re going to be the first to ride Happy.”
I look the horse over nervously. Guy had been more talkative than normal the day we got him at auction. For some reason, he had wanted my input, and gave me the final say in which horse to take home. I had even been the one to give Happy Trails his upside-down heart, the Crazy Heart Ranch’s brand. Still, I have never been a horse’s first rider before.
“Why me?”
“You’ve been here long enough. It’s time you had your own horse.”
“Really?” A lump rises in my throat. He doesn’t really show affection. Just respect.
“Take the saddle blanket.” Guy dumps it in my arms.
I show it to Happy, letting him sniff it. I rub it over his body, like I’ve seen Guy do with horses before. “See?” I tell the horse. “It won’t hurt you.”
Happy flicks an ear at me. I’m not sure he’s convinced, but he lets me lay the blanket across his back.
“Now the saddle.”
I realize that it’s mine. Again, I let Happy sniff it, from horn to stirrups. I do my best to set the saddle on him as gently as possible, making sure not to thump him.
Guy looks over my work. “The cinches are still on the seat. Good.”
This is high praise from him.
“What next?” he asks.
I snug the front cinch, as carefull
y as I can. I don’t want Happy to spook. He shifts, but doesn’t try to bolt. Patting his neck to calm him, I slide my hand under the blankets at his withers to make sure nothing’s too tight. I buckle the back cinch and the breast collar.
Stepping back, I look over my work. Guy doesn’t seem satisfied. I stare at Happy for a minute before I realize what Guy is waiting for. Holding the rope firm, I walk around Happy to inspect the saddle from the other side. I give the cinch an experimental tug, and it holds firm. Guy nods.
“Just let him soak for a minute.”
We give Happy some time to get used to the saddle. I stare out over Crazy Heart’s plains. They seem to stretch clear to the mountains. The land is dotted with horses. Guy has broken them all, and has big plans for them. Horse trading isn’t what it used to be, he told me once over chili and cornbread. Now everything’s about tourism.
I frown, thinking of tourists crowding onto the ranch. I don’t want them here, city folk who can’t tell a range from a rodeo. Maybe I’m being too harsh, since I used to be a city boy myself. I drifted after college, farther and farther from the East Coast until I wound up at the base of the Rockies. Now I can’t imagine any other life. Riding trails with Guy as the sun beats down on my neck and dust coats my throat. Herding cattle from the back of a horse. Seeing the stars for the first time. It’s a hard life, but I’ve never been more satisfied at the end of the day. It’s the most honest work there is.
Guy scuffs a boot into the dirt. He’s the real reason I don’t want tourists around. I want him all to myself. His skin is bronzed from years in the sun. His eyes are weathered, experienced. They can see right through a man. When he lifts 50-pound bags of feed, his muscles bulge. I have to try not to stare. I’ve only touched his hands once, when we shook at our first meeting. I’ve dreamed of them ever since. They’re rough and calloused, large hands that can be strong or gentle. And he has the nimblest fingers. I’ve never met a man who could tie so many knots.
“That’s enough.”
I start, wondering if he’s read my mind.
Guy nods at Happy, and I remember what we’re doing. Twitching the rope, I get the horse to lope in a circle. He falters some, pitching against the saddle. Guy has told me that they aren’t hurting when they do this, they’re just unsure about the whole ordeal.
Soon enough, Happy’s run smooths out. He practically floats over the ground. I stop him, then turn him the other way to make sure he’s good.
Guy touches the brim of his hat. I hope he’s impressed by how well I’m doing. I have been watching him with the horses a lot. Though sometimes I forget to look at the horses.
I bring Happy to a stop. I shake my hands, breathing deep. It’s time to get on. I check that the stirrups are the right length, then pull Happy to me. He tosses his head. He knows something’s about to happen.
Although Guy usually goes slower, I want to impress him. Happy’s been going through his paces well. He’s ready. I grab the horn, setting one foot in the stirrup. Then I hoist myself on.
Happy’s name no longer agrees with him. As soon as my ass hits the saddle, he’s off like a rocket. He races around the pen, with me clutching his lead like my life depends on it. I yank back, hoping he remembers that that means he should stop.
The horse skids to a halt. I breathe a sigh of relief, but too soon. He starts bucking, making me ride an earthquake of horseflesh. My chin snaps to my chest, then back up again. I’m not in control. Happy isn’t in control. From what I can tell when I’m not forced to see sky, not even Guy is in control. He’s rolling in the dust, laughing his ass off. He’s lost his hat, and has tears streaming down his face.
Happy gives one last decisive buck, and I lose my seat. I hit the dust, making sure to roll. Guy is there right away to pull me up.
“Anything broken?”
I flex to test. Nothing feels off. I look up at Guy. For a split second he seems to have a hungry stare, but he breaks it with a grin. Maybe I imagined it. I bend to pick up his fallen hat.
“Looks like Happy stomped on it, boss.”
“That’s okay.” He pushes the top out. “That show was worth it.”
Guy sets the hat back on his head, flicking his fingers over the brim. It’s attractive as hell, but I can only slump against the rails. My attempt to impress him ended in him laughing at me.
“What’s wrong?”
I sigh. “I wanted to show you what I’ve learned so far. Didn’t work out too well.”
“You’re still a greenhorn, son. You can’t expect to become a bronc buster in a single season. Just remember to kick out of the stirrups. You were lucky this time. I don’t want Happy standing on that beautiful face of yours.”
He winks, and I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or complimenting me.
“Let’s try it again, more slowly this time.”
We don’t leave until the sun hangs low in the sky. I take Happy to the stables. Once he’s settled in, I go over him with a curry comb and a sponge. I put a blanket over him to make sure he won’t get chilled. He nibbles my shirt as I leave. Maybe that’s his apology for bucking me.
In the house, Guy’s cooking up a sausage. I heat the leftover potatoes and cornbread, then take a seat at the oak table. Guy sets a plate in front of me, and I tuck in. I realize his fork isn’t moving, and look up to his stare.
“What?”
“I’m starving.” He breaks his gaze, digging into his food. I’m no longer hungry. Did he mean starving for me, or for actual food? Because I want him. I want his calloused hands running up my thighs, cupping my balls. I want him to stand behind me, bend me over. I want him to—
“Not hungry?”
I jump, bumping the table. Our dishes clatter.
Guy only grins. “Need help with your sausage?”
Fuck. I feel like I’m going crazy. He must know that I want him. He’s caught me staring at him too many times to count. Does he want me too, or is he just teasing me? How can he keep eating at a time like this? Can’t he feel the tension in the air?
“I’d be happy to put it in my mouth.”
I can’t take it anymore. I bring my fist down on the table. “Will you just fuck me already? I see the way you’re looking at me.”
Guy doesn’t even flinch. He just swallows his mouthful of potatoes.
“You do want me, don’t you?” I’m shaking, wondering if I was wrong. Maybe he’s just a nice boss and I’m about to get kicked off his ranch. Maybe I’ve ruined everything, my chances of ever seeing him again, just for a quick lay.
“Finish your meal.”
“Guy, please—”
“Finish.” He doesn’t sound angry. He actually sounds fairly calm. But my nerves are on fire, and my fork chatters against my plate. I wolf down my food. Guy takes bites that seem more dainty than normal, savoring his meal. Does he want to torture me?
He scrapes the last of his food from his plate.
“Are you done? Do you have an answer for me?”
He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t ‘just fuck.’ That’s not how I work.”
“So you don’t want me?” My heart feels like it’s fallen into my stomach to dissolve in acid.
“Girls and boys just fuck. I’m sure you’ve been with some of them. I’m a man. I need more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want me?”
“More than anything.”
“I break more than just horses, Cody. And I’ll have to break you first. You’re still young, but you can learn.”
“Break me?” I stutter the words.
“You need to submit, to be tamed. I won’t just fuck you and be done with it. I want to own you.” With a sweep of his hand, he shoves the massive table aside. He pulls my chair toward his until we’re almost touching.
“I want to own you, body and soul. I want to be the only thing that’s on your mind. I want your world to revolve around me, and mine to revolve around yours. Is that what you want?”
/> His stare is so intense. I look at his hands, imagine them stroking my cock. My dick hardens in my jeans. “Yes. I want you.”
He stands, pushing me back in my chair. I yelp, thinking I’m about to fall over, but he holds me steady. “This is no joke. You can’t go back on this. You can’t be unbroken.”
He’s towering over me, eyes menacing. His jaw is set in a firm line. My dick throbs. It’s been too long. His pants are bulging too. I want him to take me, to dominate me.
“Do it.”
He tilts my chair back more, until I fear the legs will give out. “Do what?”
“Break me.”
He slams me down. The chair pitches forward. He looks at me in disgust. “Don’t tell me. You should be begging me.”
I’m not sure what to say. “Please?”
He scoffs. “That’s not how you beg. Take off your clothes.”
I rip them off, wanting him to see how eager I am.
“No. Put them back on.”
I can’t meet his eyes. I obey, cheeks hot. Did he not like what he saw?
“Did you learn anything today? Try again. Slower. These are your last moments of mystery. By tomorrow, I’ll know everything about you. Tease me.”
My heart pounds, my dick pulsing in time. We’re going to do it tonight? His gaze is hungry again. I slowly lift my shirt, pulling it over my abs. I flex, rubbing them as I lift my shirt above my chest. Tilting my head to the ceiling, I pull my shirt off, closing my eyes and letting out a soft sigh. I’m not sure where this is coming from, but Guy seems to like it. His mouth hangs open. He no longer bothers to hide his ravenous gaze.
I slide off my jeans, feeling my legs all the way down. Kicking them off, I turn for him, stripping my boxers so he has a nice view of my ass. When I turn back around he actually gasps. He doesn’t bother to ask, just wraps a hand around my dick.
“Appropriate for my steed,” he whispers. I’ve never heard him use that tone before. It’s almost tender. All too soon, he lets me go.
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