Harnessed Passions

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by Dee Jones


  The feeling of him sliding into her as she slowly adjusted to his size was enough to drive a saint to sin. He moaned when she straightened up and then cautiously leaned backward, sheathing him completely inside her.

  "You're killing me, Princess" he whispered hoarsely as he closed his eyes. He began moving against her, lifting her bottom up in his hands as he took her to new heights of erotic lust.

  She could actually feel him growing larger inside her and smiled; after so many orgasms the night before, she knew what was about to happen and the knowledge was as stimulating as the act itself. Julia reached between her legs, biting her lower lip as she touched him. She had never wanted to know more about what was happening inside her, than she did at that instant. Daniel opened his eyes and watched the innocent curiosity cross her face as she touched the rock hard shaft that throbbed for attention.

  “Such a unique woman you are,” he growled softly. “Innocence and bravery, curiosity and restraint; you are an odd delight princess.”

  Julia closed her eyes and smiled, absorbing the impact of his deep thrusts with a soft whimper. He reached for her hand and smiled a wicked grin to her as he placed her fingers against her own body.

  “Daniel, I can’t,” she gasped trying to pull away from him.

  “Why not? It’s your body; you have a right to know every detail of it, including how to make yourself come.” He guided her fingers to her clitoris and smiled as the blush rose up her neck, tinting her soft cheeks. He silently taught her how to touch herself until she closed her eyes, relaxing into this new discovery.

  The sight of what she was doing, of what he was feeling was all it took to plunge into her deeper than she thought she could handle, but a minute later she was lying on her back with Daniel poised above her. He lifted her legs high in the air and smiled down at her as she stared into the dark passion that shined in his eyes.

  “I have a lot to teach you my love,” he whispered in a deep, husky tone. “But there isn’t enough time right now. Come for me and I’ll reward your patience tonight.” Julia closed her eyes again; her body responding to his commands, his promises echoing in her mind.

  In less than a heartbeat, she felt the searing heat take hold of her, twisting her lower regions until she cried out. Daniel joined her so quickly it surprised even him; his lungs heaving a deep, primal growl that bounced around the walls of their room like thunder, filling her with his need. Julia felt the heat in every corner of her soul; hot and alive, her body quaked around him, embracing and caressing him with her vaginal muscles.

  Seconds ticked by before he stopped twitching inside her, collapsing across her chest as her legs wrapped around his waist. They lay embraced, panting like wild horses on the run. The feeling was surreal; mind blowing and soul searching. He lay against her chest, her breasts pressed into the soft fur matt covering his thick muscles, her hands slowly caressing his strong shoulders.

  Daniel leaned up on his elbows, relieving some of his weight pinning her against the mattress. He looked deep into the emerald jewels that sparkled at him and sighed. He couldn't remember ever being this happy before.

  "Am I crushing you?" he asked, taking into account their weight difference. Julia chuckled and shook her head.

  "Now's a hell of a time to ask, don’t you think?"

  "Was it so bad Princess?" he teased. Julia narrowed her eyes and gently slapped his backside causing him to growl as he lowered his weight on her again, this time in a deliberate attempt to hold her prisoner. Julia groaned, as he stretched out across her, his manhood slipping out of her to lay across her damp curls. She slapped his backside again and giggled.

  "Get off me you cow."

  "A few minutes ago you straddled me like a horse, now I'm a cow. Make up your mind woman."

  "I was just trying to...I mean you wouldn't...oh forget it."

  "Having a problem with your tongue Princess?" he smiled with amusement, enjoying her embarrassment. Teasing a woman and laughing with her after making love was a new experience for him and he gave himself over to the comfort it provided. Julia pushed him off her with a mighty shove before straddling his chest again; her small hands holding his arms above his head.

  "I love you, you know?" she told him, looking down into his handsome face.

  "I know," he answered, raising his head to kiss her lips briefly.

  "But I don't think we should have done that."

  "Why?" Julia frowned; was he regretting making love to her?

  "Because, you are going to be a very sore little filly for a while; I should have given you time to recover from last night before I made love to you again."

  "No matter how painful I may feel later, I’m glad it happened…finally."

  "Don't tell me you like making love? I suppose next you’ll say you want it hard and fast? I thought you'd be more of the slow and passionate type of woman."

  "That's not funny," she scolded, straightening up across him.

  "What's not funny?"

  "You know very well I don't know the difference between one or the other."

  "Remind me to show you later. Right now, I think we'd better get a move on,” he slapped her bottom with a single, sharp smack and smiled as she yelped. “It’s getting late and the sun will be up before we're finished eating." Reluctantly they rose from the bed. Julia cringed slightly as the pain he assured her she would have, gripped her lower abdomen.

  "I warned you; when you’re in the saddle too long, you’re going to be hurting."

  "How long will it last?" She frowned as she bent over to retrieve her clothes she had dropped to the floor earlier, stifling the moan.

  "A day or two I should guess."

  "You mean we can't make love for a whole day?" Daniel laughed at the expression of shock and disillusion on her delicate features.

  "I never said that. We'll just have to take it slow and not go so long. Don't worry you'll get used to it."

  "Yes I will," she told him confidently.

  Julia tried to ignore the man as he slipped into his jeans and work shirt again. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood and she blushed when she thought of all that had happened since last night. She couldn’t wait to tell Margie how well the plan had worked!

  She quickly slipped into her new black riding habit and turned around, offering Daniel her back. He fastened the buttons on the bodice and smiled, turning her back to face him when he had finished the last button. He lifted her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look him in the eye.

  "You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he told her, watching the smile curve her lips. “But you’re still riding the mare." He kissed her quickly and turned away, slapping her bottom again as he passed her by.

  "Why not?"

  "I've already told you why. She's in heat and she's dangerous. She'll throw you off and trample you without so much as a second glance."

  "Biscuit would never do anything like that."

  "Have you ever seen your horse in heat, Princess? She's ranting like a wild beast. The men have to get her mated soon or she'll..."

  "No! I already told you I won't allow it."

  "Why? Julia?" he shouted after her as she stormed out of the bedroom hurrying down the stairs. She was angry and determined ignore the conversation completely. There was no way Biscuit could ever be as dangerous as he let on and there was absolutely no way she was going to allow her prized mare to be mated like…like…an animal!

  Julia had turned the corner of the dining room when Daniel caught up with her, pulling her back by the arm just inside the doorway. Louise was already seated at the table, book in hand and breakfast plate before her. She looked up at the young couple and frowned when Daniel jerked Julia around, forcing her to face him, giving little if no attention to Louise or Thompson who stood next to the table staring at them.

  "What the hell have you got against mating that stupid horse?" he demanded.

  "I've seen how it's done and I don't want her goi
ng through it; and her name is Biscuit."

  "I don't give a bloody damn what her name is, she needs mated and from what I've been told, the one and only time you ever witnessed a mating, you got embarrassed and ran away."

  "That's not fair and I have seen it, more times than I care to admit. The stallion bites and kicks the mare and bucks her with his head and the mare just has to stand there and take it. It’s barbaric; being hold up between tight narrow fences while some strange stallion assaults her. I don't want Biscuit going through any of that."

  "Julia, it's just the mating ritual horses go through. They kick because they don't have hands to caress and they bite because they can't kiss."

  "That's not funny Browning."

  "It wasn't supposed to be. It's true and if you recall darling I bite too." As though to prove his point; Daniel pushed Julia up against the wall beside the entrance of the room, pinning her beneath his gentle strength. He held her hands above her head as he pressed his long powerful thigh against her, reminding her of the events they had shared. He kissed her lips and neck, caressing her skin with the tip of his tongue then moved to her ear and began nibbling on the small lobe. He nipped at the skin beneath her ear, across her neck, her lips and even the tip of her tongue until she was breathless.

  "Don't you want your horse to feel the same passion and love you do, Princess?" he asked, breathlessly. Julia had to admit if horses felt like this, it was very unfair to keep them apart.

  "If I agreed, which stallion would you mate her with?" she asked, staring into his turquoise eyes. Daniel smiled releasing her arms and easing her away from the wall as he wrapped her in his strong embrace.

  "I was thinking of Roustabout. He's young and an excellent breed. His sires will prove very valuable, especially if he wins the Beaumont next year."

  "Will he treat her good?" Daniel held Julia against his chest, caressing her back to ease her confusion away.

  "The question is; will Biscuit give him the chance?"

  "My Biscuit wouldn't ever hurt anybody, man or beast." Julia rose in defense of her mare, than eased off after seeing Daniel's miraculous smile.

  "She's been in heat too long honey. She's anxious for a union and I'm not sure she'll be able to hold out once she knows there's a male ready for her."

  Daniel and Julia turned to the table as they talked, catching sight of the stunned faces of Thompson, Louise and now Bridget who had joined them from the kitchen's entrance. They had all witness the couple's argument and especially the demonstration Daniel offered her. Julia blushed; a scarlet red tinting her cheeks as Daniel cleared his throat holding the chair out for his bride.

  "Good morning sir," Thompson drawled, pouring Daniel his morning coffee. "Are ya ready fer breakfast?"

  "Shouldn't you ask if I'm still hungry, first?" he chuckled, seeing Julia's color deepen as she hid her eyes behind her hand. The old butler cleared the amusement from his throat motioning for Bridget to leave the room.

  "I wasn't expecting you to be up so early dear," Louise commented to her daughter; her attention back on the book in her hand. "How are you feeling this morning?" Julia choked on her coffee, Daniel chuckled and Louise merely turned another page.

  "I'm fine mother," she finally answered, wiping the spilled coffee off the table. Daniel glanced at her and mouthed the word, sore, causing Julia's eyes to narrow, then glanced back to her mother, noticing she hadn’t missed a thing that was happening around her.

  "I'm surprised you're going to allow Biscuit to be mated,” the older woman said with a knowing smile. “Up until now, your father's had to do it without your permission."

  "What?" Julia's dropped her fork to her plate in surprise and horror. Her horse had already been mated and without her consent?

  "Biscuit has three fine sons. Whiskers was her first."

  "But why didn't father say something to me about this?"

  "He knew the way you always hid whenever someone mentioned the subject of sex. He figured he was protecting you from the ugly facts of life."

  "Ugly facts of life?" Julia spit out the words, not realizing the amount of venom she had said them with.

  "Mating isn't ugly, is it Princess?" Daniel asked, with a wicked, seductive smile. Julia turned, narrowing her gaze on the man next to her.

  "Did you know about this?" she demanded angrily.

  "No Julia, I didn't, but I also didn't think the mare could have survived six years without at least one union."

  "I don't believe any of this. Father's always tried to control me and he's done everything possible to manipulate and deceive me, even to the point of arranging my life for me. How could he treat me so..."

  "Hold on there, Princess," Daniel interrupted, aware of the hurt look on Louise’s face from another slur to her dead husband’s name. "Your father loved you and you have to admit he didn't do such a bad job arranging your life for you. Look at what he did getting us together. You're the greatest thing he could have left to me and I'll never regret his interference. You can't tell me you regret what we have." Daniel slid his hand across Julia's, forcing her to look at him.

  "Victor was only trying to protect his little girl from the harsh truths of reality,” Louise continued. “He knew how much you cared for your horse and with you gone to Boston he didn't feel he had to get your permission.”

  “Biscuit could easily harm herself, or anyone who happens to be near her, including you,” Daniel interjected. “You don't understand the madness an animal feels when they're in heat. Your father only did what was best for the horse, Princess."

  "So I guess it's stupid to be worried right?" The hurt was visible in her tone, as she pulled her hand free and tried to concentrate on the meal put before her.

  "It's not stupid at all," Louise insisted, her tone much calmer with Daniel's interference. "I think it's very sweet to be so concerned about your horse, but you can't protect her forever. She's like a child; sooner or later they grow up and find love."

  The threesome consumed the rest of their meal in silence. Louise paid an unusual amount of interest in the book she read, showing little attention to the way the young couple looked at each other. Julia found swallowing her food difficult since Daniel insisted on trailing his hand up her inner thigh. She brushed it away twice, but once his fingers reached the crouch of her riding breeches and gently began massaging the soft material, she lost her will to fight. Eating had never been as eventful as it had that morning.

  Chapter Nineteen

  They walked hand-in-hand to the new stables, glancing out across the fields to the many horses who roamed the vast acres, eating the sweet grasses of early summer. More than a dozen mares were in heat and had to be removed to a separate section of the stables to prevent them from interacting with the stallions. Daniel insisted their mating had to be by design in order to produce the best breed possible.

  Where Victor had been in the business of breeding thoroughbreds, Daniel was more interested in breeding race horses. He had personally chosen which mares to mate with which stud and knew the next few weeks were going to prove physically trying; leaving little time for much else.

  He was having a very difficult time trying to think of work, however; he knew how easy it would be to take Julia back to the house and forget everything except the many long hours of passion and pleasure he could provide his young bride; but he had also promised to go into Mayfield and straighten up one of his old cases for Harold. A promise only a fatal injury could get him out of at this point.

  "May I come with you?" Julia asked when he informed her of his day's plans and how long he planned on being away.

  "Of course you may come, if you think you're feeling up to it?"

  "I'm fine Daniel or haven't you realized that by now?" Julia stopped on the path and turned to her husband, hands on her hips and a stubborn lift to her chin. Daniel chuckled, swinging her into his embrace and kissing her pouting lips gently.

  "I've realized it, over and over and over..."

  "You're a
troll," she growled, against his mouth when he lowered his lips to hers again.

  "Nope; just a love sick mutt in need of mating; care to take care of the problem?" He smiled at the thought, kissing her thoroughly, passionately for several breathless moments.

  "What will you do in town, while I'm busy at the office?" he asked her, continuing their walk to the new stables.

  "I'll just visit with Margie. I promised I'd stop by sometime this week, anyway. She was anxious to know how...things went."

  "By things, I assume she meant your little scheme of seducing me?" Daniel smiled.

  "You don't mind if I tell her all about it, do you?"

  "So long as you tell her every sorted detail, including how much you enjoy your new discovery of orgasms. I don't think we could have gotten this far, if it hadn't been for her...help."

  "I'll be sure to tell her you said so."

  "Oh no, you don't. I was only joking. If you tell her anything about last night…or this morning for that fact, I'll turn you over my knee."

  “You wouldn’t spank me,” she smiled, causing him to stop and turn her back into his embrace; the dark passion that shone in his eyes was undeniable and she found her breath caught in her throat.

  “I want you across my knee,” he whispered. “I want you to explore every perverted detail of sex; one being the correlation between pain and pleasure.”

  “How can pain be pleasurable?” she asked with a shaky voice. She didn’t know if she should be afraid or excited.

  “The right amount of pain can bring about the deepest of all orgasms,” he assured her, pulling her against his chest. “I want to spank you and love you at the same time; I want you to come for me as you never have before.”

  “Should I be scared?” she frowned.

  “No, just anxious; once I’ve brought you to the brink of deviance, you’ll never want to go back. In my bed, you will feel nothing but heat and pleasure; pain is a part of the playing that will make your blood burn, and I desperately want to play with you.”

 

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