Stanton Series Box Set: Stanton Series (Box Set)

by T L Swan

  “Joshua,” I whisper.

  “Hmm,” he replies as he continues to brush his horse.

  “I want you to take me back to the house and ride me as hard as you have just ridden this horse,” I whisper.

  His eyes meet mine and he gives me one of those come-fuck-me looks he does so well. I feel my insides liquefy. I love that look.

  “Get back to the house, Marx.” He then turns and picks up his riding whip and hits me hard across the buttocks and I yelp.

  “Now!” he snaps.

  “Joshua,” I gasp.

  He hits me hard again. “Shut the fuck up and do it,” he snarls darkly.

  Chapter 12

  I stumble out of the stable and Joshua whips me again. “Oww, stop it,” I whisper as I put my hands on my behind to protect it. He rips my upper arm nearly out of the socket.

  “I said get to the house,” he sneers in my ear as he pushes me forward up the track towards the house.

  A rush of adrenaline hits me hard and I put my head down and walk… I like this game.

  “Faster,” he sneers and I keep walking at a quickened pace. I can’t go any bloody faster. He whips me again. “Oww, that hurts.” I frown as I rub my behind.

  He pushes my back and I stumble forward as I giggle. Fuck, he’s taking this whole ride me hard thing to another level. I’m half frightened. We continue up the track until we get to the house.

  “Up the stairs,” his cool voice says calmly and he gestures up the stairs with the whip.

  Lose the whip. I’m not into the whip. That bastard stings. My eyes drop to the large erection I can see through his tight pants and I feel a rush of moisture hit me. Joshua likes this game too and I inwardly high-five myself. He cracks his neck hard and I walk upstairs with him right behind as anticipation starts to overtake me.

  “I want you naked and on the bed with those fingers in that tight pussy of mine,” he says darkly.

  My eyes flick to him again.

  He cracks his neck hard once again. God, I love that. “Now, or I’m going to whip that naked ass so hard you won’t sit down for a week!” he purrs.

  My eyes widen. Shit, he means it. I nervously kick off my shoes and start to undress and he walks into the bathroom and gets into the shower.

  “You had better be wet when I get out or there will be hell to pay,” he calls.

  Crap, I take off all my clothes and pull back the blankets on the bed I have just made and lay myself in the centre. The shower turns off, and I smile to myself. That was the quickest shower in history.

  I can hear him drying himself double time and he walks to the door of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His eyes drop down my naked body and he licks his lips.

  “Legs spread,” he murmurs.

  I spread my legs.

  “Wider.”

  I put my legs flat to the bed.

  “Show me,” he whispers darkly as his eyes stay fixed on the flesh between my legs.

  Goosebumps start to scatter over my flesh and I spread myself wide for him to see.

  “Very nice,” he whispers as he puts his hand out and runs his fingers through my open lips.

  “Fingers in,” he murmurs as he slowly unwraps his towel and takes his large erection in his hand.

  Oh god. My eyes close at the sight of him. He is without a doubt the most virile magnificent beast I have ever seen.

  I slowly ease one finger into myself and he strokes his cock to the end.

  “That’s it,” he whispers as he strokes himself again.

  My eyes stay riveted to his body, the power emanating and bouncing off the walls from him.

  “More. Two fingers,” he whispers as his strokes get stronger. My eyes drop to his cock and the pre-ejaculate dripping from the end. Goosebumps scatter. I want him. I slowly ease two fingers into myself and then back out, and my back arches off the bed.

  His strokes get almost violent and my breathing picks up to a pant. I can see every muscle in his torso flex as his powerful strokes move his whole perspiration-sheened body. His body starts to lurch forward to meet the punishing rhythm as his eyes stay riveted to my fingers disappearing into my body.

  “Give it to yourself. I want three fingers,” he growls.

  I frown in hesitation. “Now!” he snaps. “Don’t make me whip you.”

  I slowly add another finger and groan as I feel the burn of the stretch. His eyes flicker with excitement. “Faster,” he whispers.

  I’m so wet that I’m throbbing and my fingers are sliding easily in and out of myself. My back arches off the bed again as I feel an orgasm approaching. He grabs one of my feet and holds it wide in the air.

  He starts to work himself with such power that I can hardly breathe as I watch him. Dear god, he’s beautiful. The perspiration, the muscle, the throbbing large cock, the look in his eyes and the feeling of my fingers is too much and I lurch forward as I orgasm. He just goes harder, long hard strokes, and the bed is moving from the force of his power.

  “On your knees on the floor,” he growls.

  Huh? He grabs me by the arm and rips me onto the floor and down to my knees and grabs my hair in a vice-like grip and strokes himself centimetres away from my mouth. The grip on my hair is painful as he rips my head back and slides his cock into my mouth and my gag reflex kicks in as he pushes it to the back of my throat.

  “Suck!” he demands. His dark eyes show me a level of arousal that I love.

  My eyes close and I swirl my tongue around the end of him and he growls in appreciation as he comes in a rush into my mouth. His body jerks as his body empties itself into my mouth. His harsh grip on my hair releases and he strokes my hair gently as he pants and I lick him clean.

  I rest my head up against his hip as I pant. Fuck… what was that?

  “Good girl, now on your knees on the bed,” he purrs.

  My eyes meet his in question.

  “I’m far from finished with you, my precious girl.” He bends and kisses me and as he tastes his arousal his kiss turns animalistic and he picks me up and throws me onto the bed.

  “On your elbows and knees.”

  My eyes widen. Oh shit, what’s he going to do?

  He picks up the whip and whips his hand in a threat and I jump into position. My breathing is laboured as I watch him walk around behind me. His cock is hard againHe bends and picks me up and positions me towards the side of the bed. “That’s it,” he murmurs almost to himself. As he walks around behind me I watch his legs and cock through my legs. His fingers slide through my wet swollen lips and he hisses.

  “So fucking perfect,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the ass with the whip and I cringe and close my eyes. He bends and slowly bites one of my butt cheeks and then the other as I hold my breath and then his tongue is on my back entrance and he forces my body forward onto the bed. “Joshua,” I whisper muffled into the blankets. He pushes me forward again to silence me.

  He slowly licks every inch of me and I can’t breathe. This is too much, too intense, too intimate. He spreads me with his hands and pulls me back onto his face and my eyes roll back in my head. Good god… what this man can do.

  His fingers drop to my wet flesh and he inserts three fingers into me and I cry out, his magical fingers in the front, his perfect tongue in the back.

  I open my eyes to see his cock once again hanging heavily between his legs. I can actually see the pulse in the veins and I start to quiver and he immediately removes his fingers.

  “I want you coming around my cock next time. Don’t fucking come!” he growls.

  I close my eyes—like I could stop it. He spreads saliva around my entrance and continually runs his fingers back and forth over the opening as I hold my breath. I can hear him thinking.

  “I don’t have any lube,” he whispers to himself.

  My eyes widen into the blankets. Oh shit, this is going to hurt. There is only one reason he would need lube.

  His fingers go over me again with pressure and I close my ey
es to the pleasure. Why does this feel so good? “Mmm.” My body whispers involuntarily.

  “I need this ass,” he growls as he pushes his thumb into me and I cry out. My eyes roll back in my head. Oh fuck, I think I need him to take it.

  He slowly pumps his thumb in and out of me and I know he’s trying to calm himself down. He’s too amped up.

  He starts to breathe heavily and my eyes once again drop to the huge muscle between his legs, dripping with pre-ejaculate. I can still taste his semen in my mouth.

  “You’re lucky I don’t have any lube, presh,” he growls as he slams into my vagina so hard that I face-plant into the bed. He rips me back by the hair and onto his cock as his thumb pumps in and out of me, his cock working at a piston pace. I can’t move, I am so paralysed with pleasure. He’s going to rip the orgasm from my body without me moving a muscle. I close my eyes and ride the wave of pleasure that my beautiful animal is dishing up. My legs keep opening by themselves and he rips me back up to him by the hipbones. His thumb picks up speed and I start to lose my head and thrash into the sheets and I scream in ecstasy as the orgasm is ripped from my body.

  “Fuck!” he yells and with one… two… three hard pumps I feel him harden even further and jerk inside me. He slowly moves my body back and forth over his to totally empty himself. I am wet with perspiration and panting just like the horse.

  He softens and gently kisses my back as he rolls me over. “I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

  I pant, exhaustion kicking in. “Who knows, I could get into this horse-riding thing after all,” I breathe.

  With a trace of a smile he kisses me softly on the lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

  The wind whips through my hair as we go over the rugged terrain in the four- wheel drive wagon. It’s Friday and Joshua is giving me a tour of the huge grounds of his beloved Willowvale. I hate to admit it but this place is seriously growing on me. Privacy—until you never have it you can’t ever appreciate what it truly means. To me it means Joshua being himself, laughing freely, joking around in unguarded conversations and a gentle side to him that not many people get to see. We have had the most wonderful four days here and have slipped into a little routine very quickly. Joshua rides and takes care of his adored horses, while I read and relax. I have even made friends with a stray ginger cat that comes to the house and then in the afternoons and nights we have quality time together in the bath and around the grand fire place… I could very easily get used to this relaxed loving lifestyle.

  Joshua points over to a paddock on the left. “I was thinking I could build your mother a house over on the hill, anything she wants.”

  I look at him. He really is pulling out all stops to make me try and move here. “Hmm,” I mutter.

  “And Bridget could have a house down here too if she wants,” he carries on.

  Oh god, he really is on a mission.

  “Hmm,” I reply again, acting uninterested. I smile to myself. “What about Abbie? Can she have a house?” I ask as I raise my eyebrows in question. Let’s see how desperate he really is.

  He narrows his eyes at me. “Abbie wouldn’t want to live here,” he snaps.

  She so wouldn’t but this is fun. I smirk and he gets a hold of my game.

  “No, Abbie is not living here.” He smirks. “And neither is Cameron so don’t ask me.”

  “Oh,” I reply in a defeated voice as I smile. We continue driving along the dirt road through the huge paddocks.

  “So this is all your land?” I ask as my eyes wander over the hills.

  He nods as he drives nonchalantly. “Yes, but I don’t come all the way out here very often.”

  For ten minutes we keep driving and I am in awe. This is a huge property. We drive over a hill and into a valley and Joshua stops the car as he sees something. His wrist is resting over the steering wheel as he narrows his eyes and runs his tongue over his top front teeth. My eyes flick to the paddock where his eyes are fixed. What’s he looking at? All I see are more horses.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Nothing,” he snaps and then does a three sixty turn and starts to speed back toward the stables. I hold on for dear life. What the hell is wrong with him?

  “What are you doing? Why are you driving like a frigging maniac?” I ask as I am propelled up and down on my seat as we go over bumps at high speed. Christ almighty, I could die here. He pulls up at the stables’ offices and jumps out of the car furiously.

  Huh? I jump out and run in after him.

  He bangs the office door open. “Why are those fucking horses on the bottom paddock?” he yells as he points his hand toward the paddock we have just come from.

  I screw up my face as I look between him and the two men in the office. What’s he talking about?

  “Um…Joshua, calm down,” the older man replies.

  “I will not calm down! Tell me why those fucking horses are on my land!”

  Huh? What’s wrong with those horses? Have they got rabies or something? What’s going on here? This is confusing.

  “Who approved this?” he screams.

  My eyes flick to Joshua and the veins are practically popping from his forehead in anger. Jeez, settle petal.

  “She has nowhere to put them,” the man replies.

  “My fucking ass!” Joshua screams. “She has more than enough places to put her horses, she’s a fucking veterinarian.”

  My face drops. Oh shit, those are Amelie’s horses.

  “Get her on the phone,” Joshua sneers.

  The two men look at each other uncomfortably and the older guy takes out his mobile phone and starts to scroll through his contacts. The younger man looks at me as Joshua storms out of the office. I fake a smile. Awkward. I stand still on the spot not sure where I am supposed to go.

  The man dials a number and waits. “Hello, I have a furious Mr Stanton here.”

  He listens. “Yes, he has seen them and he wants to speak to you.”

  He listens and nods again and walks out onto the landing and hands the phone to Joshua.

  “Where are you?” he screams.

  He listens.

  “You have one hour to get your horses off my land or I am putting them out on the road!” he yells and then he listens.

  God, talk about an overreaction. I frown at him in question.

  “I don’t want to hear your shit,” he yells.

  My eyes flick nervously to the two men who are standing at the door listening. Yep… he’s losing it and this is getting embarrassing.

  “I don’t give a fuck about your ten horses. I will go and shoot the bastards myself!” he screams.

  My eyes widen.

  “You have one hour!” he yells and hangs up.

  He points angrily at the two men. “You do not help her and her fucking horses, do you hear me! You both work for me. Not her.”

  “Joshua,” I whisper as I grab his hand to try and calm him down and he snatches it away angrily.

  “Natasha. Not. Now!” he screams.

  I start to feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment and my eyes drop to the ground.

  He storms out and starts to walk at a brisk pace down to Jasper’s stable. I don’t really want to go with him after the way he has just screamed at me so I sit on the step of the office landing.

  “Jason, organise a trailer for Amelie please,” the older man asks.

  “She has nowhere to put them Alf, you know that.”

  “Surely she can find somewhere.”

  “Nobody is offering agistment locally, I have already been looking for her,” the younger man replies.

  “Seriously not my problem. I’m not losing my job over this,” the older man replies.

  My new ginger friend, the stray cat, comes up and rubs itself on my leg and I stroke it as I sit deep in thought. This is just bad timing for Joshua. He can’t handle not being in control at the moment. I’m just going to stay out of it. This is none of my business. It is ridiculous though, they are not hurting anyone on the
bottom paddock.

  “Would you like a coffee, love?” The older man smiles gently, realising that I have stayed with them rather than follow the Psycho Chicken on a raging rampage.

  “Yes, please.” I smile thankfully. “White and one please.”

  He makes it and brings it out. “We haven’t formally met, dear. My name is Alf. I am the stable manager and this is Jason, my leading hand.”

  I smile. “Hello.” I shake both of their hands. “My name is Natasha.”

  “We know who you are.” Alf smiles.

  Oh god, these men are probably Amelie’s best friends and hate my guts.

  “Is it ok if I sit here?” I ask nervously. “I don’t want to intrude.”

  Alf smiles warmly. “It’s fine dear, we are staying out of this too.”

  I smile gratefully. “Oh good,” I whisper.

  “You are from Australia?” Jason asks.

  I nod. “Yes.”

  “I am going there one day.” He smiles.

  Oh, I like these men. “It’s a beautiful country,” I reply.

  “I was offered a job as a jackeroo on a huge cattle station a few years back but I knocked it back.”

  “How come?” I frown.

  “It was a fly-in and fly-out farm and there were no women on the property. I’d go mad.” He laughs.

  “Sex maniac,” Alf grunts and I smile. We see a saddle get thrown across the grass out of the stable that Joshua is in. Bloody hell, he’s raging like a lunatic. Obviously Amelie’s saddle. My eyes flick nervously to the two men as they look at each other.

  “How two people can go from being best friends to absolutely despising each other beats me,” sighs Alf as he shakes his head.

  I frown and keep patting the cat—best friends? Joshua told me they were friends… not best friends. Why does he hate her so much? I put my head on the side as I think— the same reason he hates Max. I frown and then widen my eyes.

  Lightbulb moment.