The Wicked Horse Boxed Set (The Wicked Horse Series)

by Sawyer Bennett

See… that’s intimacy, Bridger, whether you admit it or not.

  I shake my head and he gives a dark laugh, crooking his finger at me to come closer. My feet obey and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest. Before I reach the bed, Bridger pushes off it and reaches into the drawer of the bedside table. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

  My stomach flips when he turns to me, a bottle of lube, a butt plug, and my panties held in his hands. My throat goes absolutely dry. “What are you going to do with those?”

  “I’m going to shove these panties in your mouth so you don’t wake up Belle when you scream, then I’m going to slide this plug into your ass before I fuck you,” he says with dark promise. “And I promise… it’s going to feel really good.”

  A cramp of longing hits me square between my legs, but I don’t get on the bed as he demanded. Instead, I ask, “That the kind of kinky stuff that goes on at the club?”

  He laughs, and it sounds amused and sinister all at the same time. “This doesn’t even come close to the kink that happens at the club, Mags. Now get on the bed.”

  I let out a rush of nervous breath and do as he commands, not because I don’t have the fortitude to say no, but because I most definitely want to say yes. I crawl onto the mattress, facing away from him, and raise my ass into the air as I go down to my elbows. I bow my head, look at the navy comforter, and wait to see what he does.

  The first sensation is the soft glide of my silk panties across my ass just as the bed dips and Bridger comes up behind me. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Mags,” he whispers, and my heart flutters.

  Then a hand is sliding down my butt, in between my legs, and his fingers softly rub against my pussy. He just circles them lightly against my damp flesh, driving me crazy for more of his touch. Finally, he dips a finger inside of me, easily sinking in because I’m soaked, and then pulls it back out. Dragging it up the crease of my ass, he taps the tip against my tight hole.

  I gasp and squirm, both nervous and excited to see what he does.

  “Open your mouth,” he tells me.

  I don’t hesitate, raising my head and turning it to him so he has access. In goes my panties and I have a moment of panic that I won’t be able to breathe, but he doesn’t push them in far, only enough to muffle my screams.

  “Only thing that would be better is if I had the time to tie you up, but we’ll save that for some other night,” he murmurs to me.

  I lower my head again, staring at the comforter, and my skin starts to prickle with apprehension when I hear the click of the lube cap and then feel a warm stream right over the crack of my ass. Bridger’s finger is next, pulling the slick gel down and massaging it all around my hole. I can’t help that my body pushes back against him… seeking more.

  “Is your ass cherry, Mags?” Bridger whispers as he pushes the tip of his finger in.

  I shake my head frantically, thinking of the times that Zeke fucked me there. He always used lube, thank God.

  “Good to know,” he mutters, pushing his finger all the way in. I gurgle against the panties, the feeling of his finger far too good and causing a burning need in me for more.

  “I would fuck your ass right now,” Bridger says, voice dark. “But I want that pussy too bad. I want that sweet, wet, tight Maggie pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  Bridger’s words are like ear porn, and I can feel wetness leaking out of me between my legs. I start panting against the silk in my mouth and if I were able to, I’d scream at him to just fuck me already.

  But he has something else to do first.

  Bridger removes his finger, and it’s immediately replaced by the cool tip of the butt plug. I’ve never had one of those before, but as he slides it into me, my tender flesh stretching and then forming around it, I think to myself that I’ve not led a very full life without experiencing this. It feels amazing as he slides it into the hilt and then taps his finger against it a few times. That action makes me squirm and moan against my gag.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Bridger mutters, and his voice sounds strained.

  I hear him rip into a condom and in my mind, I can see him rolling it on that long, thick cock of his. My mouth would be watering hard right now if the silk weren’t sucking everything up. I wait for it… for him to slam into me from behind, but instead, he flips my body over until I’m lying on my back and he’s looming over me.

  He leers down at me, in a totally sexy way, and taunts, “Want to watch your face while I fuck you… want to see how good that plug feels in your ass while I’m doing it.”

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  I have never in my life had a man so focused on making me explore my kinky side and wanting to make sure it feels good to me. My experience with men is that it’s all about them, and they couldn’t give a fuck if I enjoyed it or not. All they cared about is if I moaned at the appropriate times and stayed wet throughout.

  Bridger spreads my legs, uses a hand to guide the head of his cock to my pussy, and then he sinks into me slowly. His eyes stayed pinned on me the entire time, and mine immediately water from the overload of sensations. His cock stretching and filling me, rubbing against the plug that’s separated by the thin veil of tissue in between, and pressing it further into me once he bottoms out. My forehead furrows, and I blink my eyes to dispel the moisture. Bridger’s own eyes become worried as he asks, “You okay?”

  I nod my head frantically, lest he thinks I want him to stop. I try to say, “I’m good,” against the panties in my mouth, but it’s absolutely unintelligible. Still, he accepts my nod and his face smoothes out.

  “Good,” he praises, lowering his elbows to the mattress by my ribs. “I’m going to fuck you so slow, you won’t know where time has gone. Not going to touch your clit. Going to just make you come with the power of a slow fuck from my cock and that plug deep in your ass. Think you can do that for me?”

  I nod vigorously again. He smiles so beautifully at me that the wind is knocked from my lungs. Bridger bends down, places a kiss on my cheek, and then starts to move inside me.

  And oh my word… nothing has ever felt like this. Every nerve in my body seems to fire, and the sensation of his cock sliding in my pussy, rubbing against the plug, jamming it into my ass every time he sinks to the hilt… He’s only about five strokes in and I already feel my entire body tightening with the need for release.

  Bridger’s hips swivel and gyrate, sinking into me from various angles. He stays slow and steady, and I marvel at his control and power. But for the sheen of sweat that immediately breaks out onto his forehead, I wouldn’t know he was affected at all by this sensuous fuck.

  But then he pulls out, and instead of a slow slide in, he punches his hips and drives into me hard. The plug jostles in my ass, his pelvis presses on my clit, and stars explode behind my eyes because the feeling is so intense. I scream against the panties, but it stays locked in the top of my throat with no means to escape.

  A flash of triumph spreads across Bridger’s face as he increases the power of his thrusts, seemingly forgetting that he promised me a slow fuck. I watch as his eyes start to flutter closed. He bites his lower lip, and I know he’s starting to get lost to the pleasure along with me.

  “Christ, Mags,” he whispers in between panting breaths. “Why in the fuck do you feel so good to me?”

  He sounds so wondrous and lost all at the same time. It makes my heart hurt a little. Bridger leans down and places his forehead against mine, his rough breathing feathering across my face.

  “So good, baby,” he whispers and starts to fuck me harder.

  My orgasm brews… bubbles… churns hotly at the base of my spine. Bridger rotates his hips again, pressing down on my clit once more, and the pleasure jolts through me so hard that my hands fly to his head. I burrow my fingers into his hair. As he slams into me again, I scream against the panties and yank viciously at his hair without thinking what I’m doing.

  Bridger’s movements slow a
nd he pulls his head up, twisting his neck and dislodging my hands as he pushes up and places his hands at the back of my thighs, giving him better leverage to start pounding at me again.

  My orgasm curls inward… pulses a few short times as if it’s gearing up to break free of a starter’s gate, and with another slam of Bridger’s cock into me, it springs forth and decimates my entire body. The minute I start shaking, Bridger quickly pulls out of me. I think he’s going to come too, but, instead, he reaches down and jerks the plug out of my ass.

  I shriek against the silk in my mouth, my orgasm going from a mere burst outward to a nuclear explosion. Then Bridger’s cock is back in me. As I shudder and shake and lose all control of while the world’s strongest and longest-lasting orgasm rages through me, Bridger raises my legs and almost folds me in half so he can fuck me even harder.

  He pounds my body brutally, but it hurts way too good. I can feel him everywhere, with every stroke… even deep in my heart as crazy as that sounds.

  His face becomes pinched, and I realize he’s close to coming. I stare at him, his eyes lock with mine, and I beg him with just the power of my gaze to stay inside me. I tilt my head, raise my eyebrows, and grip desperately at his ass with my fingers to hold him to me.

  And I think he may do it. I see a flash of determination bolstered by some out-of-this-world fucking, and my heart starts to feel like it’s going to have its own bursting orgasm. Bridger’s breath becomes choppy, his face looks almost pained, and just when I think he’s going to plant deep and let loose, he jerks all the way out of me as he starts to come. He orgasms so hard and fast, he can’t even get the condom off. Instead, he just falls on me where he dry humps the outside of my pussy while he shudders and groans his release.

  “I’m sorry,” he mumbles with his face pushed into my neck, his hips still gyrating slowly against me as he trembles. “I’m sorry.”

  I pull the panties out of my mouth and let the flood of saliva coat my tongue. My arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and I press my fingertips into his shoulder blades. “It’s okay.”

  “I thought I could,” he mutters, his breath still coming out in short bursts, which seem more panic filled than sex filled.

  “It’s okay,” I say again softly, my hands flattening and stroking the skin on his back. “It’s okay.”

  Eventually, his breathing evens out and he finally lifts his head to peer down at me. “Maggie… that’s all I’ve got to give you.”

  I smile at him, and I make it an accepting smile so he doesn’t feel worse than what I already see deep in his eyes. “Then I’ll gladly take it if that’s all there is.”

  “It won’t be more,” he says almost sternly, making sure expectations will never be failed.

  Stupid, foolish man.

  “It’s already more, Bridger,” I reprimand him. “You’re already more than what I ever had.”

  “You deserve more than that though,” he whispers harshly.

  “I’ve had so much less,” I remind him with brutal honesty.

  That doesn’t reassure him as I see him wince and pain fill his eyes. He stares at me a moment more before rolling off me and heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

  Chapter 15

  Bridger

  I open the front door of The Wicked Horse, the loud music washing over me. Cal and Macy follow me in. Turning to them both, I lean in and speak loudly. “This is the main club area. We have a full-time DJ but a live band on the weekends. Full-service kitchen over there.”

  “It’s amazing,” Cal says back with an appreciative smile as his eyes roam.

  “Maybe we can try to two-step later, honey.” Macy laughs as she snuggles into him.

  I’m not sure if that was a serious offer by Macy or that’s a euphemism for fucking, because they’re not here for the nightclub. No, they flew from New York City to see the kinky grandeur of The Silo. We’d just arrived from having dinner in Jackson with Logan and Auralie, and while I invited them to the club with us tonight, they both declined. Again, no surprise. All my best Fantasy Makers falling to that crazy little thing called love, and while I don’t think any of them are necessarily adverse to what goes on here, I think they’re just so far up each other’s asses right now with the newness of their relationships that The Silo has no appeal for them.

  Not so with Cal and Macy apparently. While I get the impression they don’t do this often, they still keep their sex life spicy by doing things like this. I lead them through the throng of nightclub patrons, down the back hallway, and out the rear door. We navigate the stone slate path aglow with landscape lighting to The Silo that sits a few dozen yards behind.

  The Silo is exactly what it sounds like. A tall, round building done in white concrete staves with an authentic grain elevator running up the outside. Inside is a little different though.

  I check my security fob, punch in the random key code it assigns, and pull the door open for Cal and Macy. They enter, walk down the short hallway to the interior, and Cal gives a low whistle of appreciation as they look around. It’s a far cry from the sex club where we met in New York, which was a huge mansion filled with elegantly decorated, private rooms. The Silo is a bit more open and transparent. A huge, circular space with glassed rooms around the perimeter so everyone can watch the action inside.

  Macy’s head turns to the left, taking in the closest set of glassed-in rooms. It’s still fairly early at ten PM, so the crowd is a bit light, but the rooms are already sporting some major action. The first room to her left is occupied by a couple fucking on a mattress with black silk sheets. It’s a spotlight display room and only meant for a twosome or threesome who want to keep the group intimate but still be seen. The next room houses the stockade I’d built for Cat when she was an active participant here, and I’m surprised to see Jared Crossgrave in there. He’s shackled tight in the stockade. One of the patrons is fucking his ass while another one has his dick shoved down Jared’s throat. Again, not interested in guys, but there’s no denying it’s a hot setup. Macy must agree because she reaches back to squeeze Cal’s hand when her eyes land on the scene.

  Finally, she cranes her neck and takes in the next room, which is the Orgy Room. There are probably ten or so people in there, all naked and engaged in various stages of fucking.

  “You two want a drink?” I ask, but Macy shakes her head without taking her gaze off the orgy room.

  “I think my girl found the room she wants,” Cal says with a husky voice. “We’ll join you for a drink… after.”

  I laugh and clap Cal on the back, then turn toward the circular bar in the center of the room. Finding an empty stool near the Orgy Room so I can watch, I sit down and order a beer from one of the bartenders. When she sets it in front of me, I throw a ten-dollar bill down and tell her to keep the change. I may own the place, but I pay for everything here, just so my staff knows nothing is free.

  After taking a sip, I swivel the stool and look toward the Orgy Room. Cal and Macy are already inside, but they are doing nothing more than reclining on a double-wide lounge chaise and making out. They don’t look to be in a hurry to do anything, and I watch them with interest.

  I learned a lot more about them personally at dinner tonight. Cal’s best friend and law partner, McKayla Connover, is also Macy’s best friend. Apparently, Cal and Macy used to hate each other, and then became passionate secret lovers before falling in love. Macy was an heiress turned practically penniless when her father was convicted of so many white-collar crimes that he’s spending the rest of his life in prison. But you’d never know it from looking at her or talking to her. The statuesque redhead is sweet, humble, and works full time for a non-profit outreach program. Cal, of course, is a distinguished attorney, and now the two of them are getting ready to get their freak on in front of a crowd of strangers.

  It’s titillating, no doubt, the things that go on inside this club. But I rarely feel anything as I watch the action. It’s business to me. So I can look with a somewhat disp
assionate eye as I watch Macy roll over on top of her husband, her red silk dress riding high up a pair of spectacular legs.

  Not as spectacular as Maggie’s but still… not a hardship to look at.

  I don’t even chastise myself for thinking of Maggie because I’ve just accepted that’s the way things are. I can’t go five minutes without seeing her face, remembering how fucking fantastic her pussy feels, or the way she carried a sleeping Belle into the house last night with the look of such pure completeness on her face. It made me a little jealous I’m not the cause of that look.

  So I’ve given up trying to banish her, and I’ve decided to accept things for right now. She’s in my house. She’s in my life. She has said unequivocally that she accepts what I can offer her—which isn’t much in my opinion—but she seems to think it’s enough for her. Selfish bastard that I am, I’m going to take her at face value. I’m going to continue basking in the goodness of Maggie while I can. I know she’s not a permanent fixture, and I know I can’t offer her a happily ever after, but I can give both of us a happily for right now kind of existence.

  Memories of last night wash over me as I keep my gaze pinned on Cal and Macy. She’s now pulling her dress over her head, dropping it to the floor, and Cal’s hands go to his wife’s breasts. She throws her head back and I can imagine the moan he’s provoking. I’d done the same to Mags last night, although most of her sounds were muffled by the panties I’d stuffed in her mouth.

  Last night, Maggie made me feel things that were horrible and wonderful all at the same time. Once I’d pulled the plug out of her ass, I marveled at what I believe to be the strongest orgasm I’ve ever seen a woman have at my hands. For a moment after I shoved my cock back inside of her, I wanted to experience it all. For a brief but insane moment, I thought to myself that perhaps my demons weren’t worth fighting. As Maggie dug her fingernails into my ass in a silent plea to stay inside of her, I resolved that I was going to do it. I was going to say to hell with my past, my bitter memories, and most of all my shame, and I was going to come deep inside that beautiful pussy. I held strong and true and I slammed into her hard when I felt my orgasm starting to break free.