Struck by Thunder

by Taylor Lee

  Alono nodded. With a slight smile, he went to get a saddle for the sorrel.

  ~~~

  The stable was cool and felt good after being out in the hot sun. Jesse followed Wyatt down a row of empty stalls. She was surprised when he motioned to her to come inside one of them.

  She was uncertain. “Where are the horses? All these stalls are empty.”

  He grinned. “Oh yeah, that’s right. The horses are all on the other side.”

  He motioned her toward him. Without thinking she moved up next to him.

  He backed her up against the stall railing. He reached down and knocked her hat to the ground then wound his hand in her hair. She was startled and tried to pull away. He grinned and pushed her back against the railing so that her hips arched forward. Pressing his strong thighs between her legs, he pushed his hard cock up against her crotch. She cried out, struggling to scoot back. He laughed, a husky sound. With a quick twist of her hair, he dragged her face up to his. He kissed her, roughly driving his tongue deep in her mouth. At her startled cry, he gave a knowing chuckle, then let her go and stepped away. She gasped, springing back in surprise.

  She struggled to speak. “What … what are you doing? My God! You can’t do that to me!”

  He lit a cigarette. Grinning at her, his eyes twinkled with amusement.

  “Couldn’t tell how much longer you were going to last out there before you jumped me. Thought I’d save you the embarrassment. Hmm, unless, of course, you get turned on by an audience.”

  Jesse felt her face flame and turned to leave. She got to the edge of the railing when he grabbed her arm, yanking her back. He tossed his cigarette, grinding it out on the floor.

  “I didn’t tell you that you could leave,” he said in a quiet voice.

  He swung her around and pushed her up against the wall with her back to him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Let’s hear it, sweetheart. You came here today for a reason. What do you want?”

  He pressed up hard against her ass, grinding his thighs against the backs of hers.

  She struggled against him, then to her dismay she trembled, unable to hide her excitement.

  He kept pressing against her. “I asked you what you wanted. And, honey, just so you know, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

  She gasped, shaking with a mix of fear and desire. She couldn’t believe the way he was ordering her around. No one ever did that to her. She also couldn’t believe how she liked it. She didn’t want him to stop. Swirls of desire swept over her body. She could barely speak, her breath was coming so hard.

  She hesitated, then screwed up her courage and whispered, “I…I don’t know what I want. I’ve… only done it one way.”

  “Hmm, the good old missionary position, huh? Climbs on top of you, shoves in his pathetic dick, comes, and he’s done. That way?”

  She nodded, hot with embarrassment, appalled that he knew how pitiful she was. She struggled to get her breath, tears of frustration burning her eyes.

  “Well, the least I can do is give you a little variety,” he said with a soft chuckle.

  “No, No,” she said breaking free, running toward the door.

  He caught her as she went by. He grabbed her from behind and held her tight against his strong body. He threw a horse blanket down on the ground then pushed her face down on the floor of the stall. To her shock, he positioned himself on top of her. She was astonished and tried to push him off of her, but his arms were steel bands holding her.

  “Now, tell me this, honey. Has he ever done you from behind?”

  Horrified, she twisted, squirming under him. But as much as she knew she should resist, her body betrayed her. As yet another wave of desire flooded over her, she stopped trying to push him away and whispered hoarsely, “No.”

  “No? Didn’t think so. Let’s try it, baby. It’s a whole different set of sensations for you and for me.”

  He knelt up on his knees, pressed the side of her face against the floor and pulled her hips up next to his powerful thighs. She gasped. To her shock, she heard herself moan. Without thinking, she opened her legs wider, maneuvering her ass up higher against him. Aghast, she heard him chuckle again.

  “Oh, yeah, honey. You need it bad, don’t you? Let’s get these out of the way, shall we, sweetheart?”

  He reached around in front of her and unbuttoned her pants. He yanked them roughly down around her ankles. She peeked up over her shoulder and saw him smile at the lacy drawers she was wearing underneath her boyish riding pants. With a quick twist of the split crtotch, he ripped them open baring her ass to him.

  She jolted in panic.

  “No, No. Oh, God, no. I can’t do this. I can’t. I don’t want to!”

  He slid his fingers over her mound and to her shock rubbed his fingers over her slit, tugging at her swollen labia.

  “Hmm, you don’t? Why is your pussy all wet, then? Hell, baby, your thighs are shaking so hard I can hardly stay between them?”

  “Oh, my God. I have to go. Let me go! I need to go home!”

  His voice was quiet, commanding. “Oh, no, honey, you’re not going home until you get what you’ve been begging for. You didn’t come all this way to go home without getting fucked, now did you?”

  She was trembling, panting, trying to catch her breath.

  He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “If you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word.”

  He reached down. With expert fingers he separated her pussy lips and pushed two fingers up inside of her. He chuckled when she cried out. He found her clit and stroked it, lightly at first. She gasped and shrieked in surprise. She started making soft mewling sounds writhing under his skillful touch that made her sensitive nub throb.

  “Oh, God … oh, my God!”

  He murmured, his voice low and taunting.

  “What about it, baby? Do you want me to stop?”

  She pressed her arms down on the floor. To her astonishment, she pushed her ass up higher against him, wanting to make his fingers go deeper inside of her. Helpless to stop the emotions roaring through her quivering body, she moaned a deep throaty sound.

  “No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Hmm, that’s what I thought you were saying.”

  As though in an erotic dream, she gaped over her shoulder to see him unbutton his pants and jerk out his hard prick. He pressed the end of it against her wet swollen labia.

  “Okay, honey, now that you’re soaking wet, I’m going to shove my dick inside of you. I can guarantee it’s gonna feel a hell of a lot different than the one you’re used to.”

  He raised her hips higher and pulled her closer to him. She felt him spread her nether lips apart with his fingers pushing his swollen cockhead past her weeping entrance. To her amazement her body flooded with moisture to welcome his invading cock.

  He murmured appreciatively at her response and entered her, slowly at first. Then he moved in and out faster, harder. She was stunned by how big he was, how thick, how long. When she didn’t think she could take him in any deeper he thrust higher, harder, filling her completely.

  He laughed when she first shrieked and then groaned the deeper he went inside of her.

  “See, baby, I told you that you would feel the difference.

  “One other difference, sweetheart. I’m not going to come until you do. But the rate you’re panting, pushing the hell out of me, I’m not going to have to wait long!”

  Jesse didn’t know if it was the outrageous things he was saying to her or how his cock filled her as he thrust high and hard inside of her. Or if it was the way he reached in front of her and mercilessly swirled his finger and thumb over her throbbing clit. Before she knew it, a pounding wave of sensation she had never felt before washed over her. She gave in to it with a wild passionate cry. For the first time in her life she knew what ecstasy felt like.

  Wyatt waited for the hard shuddering waves splashing over her to lighten, then responded with one hard thru
st after another. With a groan, he pulled out of her just as he exploded, shooting spurts of hot cum across her ass cheeks. With a deft twist, he pulled a bandana from his hip pocket and wiped the sticky residue off her pale, soft skin.

  He lay behind her, stroking her hair until her body quieted down. He whispered in her ear. “Was that what you wanted, baby?”

  She was panting and didn’t answer. She just nodded, her face was flushed, her body still trembling.

  After several minutes, he helped her up and buttoned her pants. She was shaky and wasn’t sure if she could ever look him in the face again after what had happened.

  He ignored her embarrassment and said with his half smile, “Do you want to go look at my horses now or do you want to wait until you come back tomorrow?”

  Startled by his nonchalance, she quickly responded, “No, no…let’s see them later. I…I need to get home.”

  Dismayed by how hoarse her voice sounded, she moved away from him toward the entrance.

  They walked outside and she saw Alono waiting over by the fence. She groaned at the knowing smile on his face, humiliated that Wyatt had placed him on guard so no one would interrupt them.

  Wyatt walked her over to her horse, leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He helped her up on the saddle. Slapping the horse on her flank, he said with a grin, “See you tomorrow.”

  He tipped his hat, and without a backward glance, walked over to talk with Alono.

  ~~~

  Chapter 8

  The next morning, Wyatt was in the training ring preparing to take Jesse’s horse out for a run. He heard arguing and a stream of curses in Chinese that surprised even him -- especially coming from a woman. He grinned, thinking to himself, that is the most creative and obscene way I’ve heard anyone tell someone to fuck off.

  He went into the barn and saw Lei glaring at the two Chinese men cowering in front of her. Her eyes were flashing and her hands were clenched in tight fists at her side. Wyatt had seen the men in the dojo and assumed they were students. From the conversation, he understood they were also her bodyguards.

  “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked the young men. “Is she giving you a hard time?”

  They looked down, embarrassed. When Lei saw Wyatt, she seemed to decide she was outnumbered. Without speaking to him, she grabbed her riding crop and turned to leave.

  Wyatt stepped in front of her, blocking her path, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.

  He turned back to the young men. “I asked you a question. What’s going on?”

  One of the students, Lito, flushed in embarrassment. “She is not supposed to leave the ranch without at least two of us with her. She won’t listen to us.”

  Wyatt asked, “Whose rules are those? Joey’s?”

  Lito shook his head no. “Wan Chang’s.”

  Wyatt pursed his lips and cocked a brow. “Hmm, I see.”

  For the first time, he spoke to Lei. “What’s wrong with that? They look like nice enough young men—you probably don’t have to worry about them jumping you.”

  All three of the young Chinese blushed.

  Lei looked down. Angry red spots marked her cheeks. She said in disgust, “They don’t know how to ride. I want to ride fast, hard. I’m tired of babysitting all these sha bi’s.”

  “Hey, don’t forget I speak Chinese. Even for me, that is mighty rough language,” Wyatt said with a grin.

  He saw Lei’s frustration and caught hold of her arm as she turned with an irritated toss of her head to leave the barn.

  “I think we can resolve this issue. I’m getting ready to take that sorrel out for a hell of a fast run. You can come with me. See if you can keep up.”

  “As for you two,” he said, nodding to the flustered young men, “She’ll be safe with me. I know this territory better than you do. Plus, if she tries to get away, I can outrun her.”

  He grinned at the two men who were exchanging helpless looks.

  “Let Joey know she went with me.”

  Turning to Lei he said, “Go get your horse and meet me at the training ring.”

  He saw her concern and smiled. He leaned over and said in a low voice, “You’re safe. I am breaking in that mare out there. Even I can break only one filly at a time.”

  He was sitting astride the sorrel waiting for her when she rode up on a stunning mahogany bay Arabian he hadn’t seen before. He whistled. “Damn, Princess. Where did you get him?”

  She tossed her head. “Persia, where else?”

  He laughed out loud at her assumptive response.

  “You are something else. How many bodyguards did your father and Joey sprinkle in that class of supposed students? Clearly those two that you ran roughshod over aren’t enough.”

  Just then Ri and Zhi came running around the corner with the two guards sheepishly following behind.

  “Uh, oh, reinforcements,” Wyatt said with a grin. “Shall we make a run for it?”

  He spurred his mare and took off. He called back over his shoulder. “See if you can keep up with me.”

  Her eyes flashed with excitement. Within seconds, she was beside him. With a saucy grin, she passed him by, riding off at a full gallop. He let her stay in front of him, enjoying the view of her beautiful ass shown to perfection in her tight riding pants. The sorrel was still recovering and he knew he couldn’t outrun Lei and her Arabian -- especially since Lei clearly knew how to ride.

  After several minutes, he whistled to her to slow down.

  She circled back and he rode up along side of her. “Okay, you’ve proved your point. You know how to ride. It must be frustrating as hell to be cooped up with those nursemaids. How many minders did your father and Joey load in the class – without bothering to mention it to me, of course?”

  “Eight.”

  “Whew! You must be a handful.”

  She flushed and looked away, but not before he saw her grin.

  They rode along at an easy pace. Wyatt told her the story of the sorrel, how she had nearly been put down only days before.

  Lei listened intently. “Are you a whisperer?”

  “People say so.”

  They rode without speaking for several minutes.

  “Look, I know you’re going crazy wanting to run, but I can’t push this mare that fast. This is her first day to run. I want to break her in easy. Go ahead. You can go as fast as you want. We’ll be right behind you. We’ll catch up with you when you circle back.”

  She gave him a grateful smile and took off. He smiled in appreciation as she flew off like a mountain spirit, wild and free. Watching her, he felt a familiar tug at his heart, remembering how wildly Vivian used to ride. He pushed the thought away, focusing on the sorrel, impressed with how well she’d recovered.

  After an hour, they caught up with each other and headed back to the ranch. As they got closer to the training ring, Wyatt saw Jesse’s horse. Jesse was standing off to the side looking shy, uncertain. He smiled a salacious grin thinking to himself, “That is one hungry woman. But, hell, this is a great place to come to get fed.”

  He turned and saw Lei looking at him and then at Jesse, who was watching them ride in together. Jesse’s face was pale, strained. Wyatt realized what they must look like. He turned to Lei in explanation, “This is her mare. She is coming to check on her progress.”

  Lei tossed her head with a dismissive sniff. “Why would I care whose mare she is?”

  She kneed her stallion, trotting past Jesse. She headed to the barn without looking back at Wyatt. He watched her go with a slight smile, then turned to Jesse.

  “Hi, there. Your mare did great. She even surprised me.”

  He dismounted and brought the sorrel over to Jesse.

  “Glad you made it back. I wasn’t sure if I’d scared you off.”

  Jesse blushed staring at the ground.

  Wyatt smiled at her. “Did you come back to check on your horse or did you want to take a look at those horses of mine we missed yesterday?”


  Her face was flushed but serious, as though she had expected the question and worked on her answer.

  “I…I want to go back to the barn we were in yesterday.”

  Wyatt nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Hmm, I think we can arrange that. Let me get one of the men to take care of the sorrel. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  As he headed to the barn, Lei came out. She nodded and with a dismissive toss of her head, turned to go to the dojo.

  Wyatt called after her. “Lei, come here. I want you to meet a friend of mine.”

  Ignoring her hesitation and the flush on her face, he led her over to introduce Jesse. “Lei, this is Jesse Kendrick. Jesse, Lei Chang. Lei rode with me this morning. She gave that sorrel of yours a run to aspire to when she is fully recovered.”

  Jesse gazed at the stunning young woman and said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Lee. You have a beautiful stallion. Is he a purebred?”

  Lei replied, “Yes. He came from the Hamadan region in northern Persia. They breed their horses for strength and speed. He happens to be beautiful, as well.”

  She turned to walk away then added in her cultured voice, “My name is pronounced Lei -- like the Hawaiian flower garland, not Lee. Lei means thunder in Chinese.

  She added, “Your mare did well today. She should be ready for you to take home soon. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

  As she walked away with her head in the air, Jesse said to Wyatt, “Who is she? She looks like the princess of some exotic place.”

  He laughed in agreement, thinking that was precisely what she looked like.

  “She does, doesn’t she? She is the daughter of an important guy in Chinese circles. She pretty much rules wherever she goes,” he added with a grin.