Wild Horses

by Ardent Rose

  Garrett turned around to see who this dumbass was threatening his woman. “You must be that fucker Powers? Would you like to repeat what you said to me? Or are you the kind of son of a bitch who preys on children and women?”

  “This is none of your concern redneck. Stay out of my business.” Phillip asserted.

  “Ok, asshole, if it concerns Olivia it is my business. She has washed her hands of you.” Although Phillip tried, Garrett was more dominant. He was taller and broader.

  “Is that so? I believe she is marrying me in a few weeks. Once she gets all this cowboy bullshit out of her system.” He balled his fists at his sides.

  “You are one delusional son of a bitch. She isn’t now nor ever will marry you and I am her cowboy bullshit. Believe me I can make you wish you’d never started all of this.”

  The room grew quiet. The laughter died down. Olivia was frozen in her spot, her back to Phillip. She watched Garrett intently, too terrified to move. She needed to stand up for herself, finally prove to this jerk she doesn’t need him. She had a new life now with Garrett.

  One last glance at Garrett, she swiveled on her heel. “Phillip Powers, as this group of people as my witness, I am not now or never will be your wife. I won’t marry a liar and a cheater. This cowboy bullshit you call it, is the most liberating feeling I have experienced. You have choked the life out of me for far too long. If you continue this delusional rumor, I will let Garrett do whatever he wants to you. You see we rednecks know where to bury the bodies and no one will ever find you. And in your case, I am betting no one wants to.”

  Phillip grabbed at her. Garrett placed his body in front of hers and he backed up. “Olivia, you have never talked to me like this you know your place, are you throwing it away for him? …you know the expectations our circle has, how am I supposed to hold my head up.”

  Abruptly, Valerie butted in. “Since this is my party and you were not invited. These lovely officers have come by to escort you out of my home.”

  A sandy haired officer popped his nightstick against his palm. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It is your choice, but either way you are leaving now.”

  “Do you have any idea who I am?” Phillip glared at the officer.

  “I don’t care if you’re the President. You are trespassing and harassing others. Let’s go.” He grabbed his arm and led him out. He shouted over his shoulder. “This is not over Olivia.”

  The larger officer with dark hair handed a report to Valerie. He looked at me. “Miss, you can easily get a restraining order. I will personally vouch for it.” He handed her his card.

  Olivia took it and if not for the strong arms of her Bear, she’d have slumped to the floor. Garrett spoke on her behalf. “Thanks officer, but we are going home to Tomitown. She will always be safe with me.”

  Valerie grabbed a microphone. “It’s a party lets grab a fresh drink and dance. Music please.”

  Garrett ushered Olivia outside. “How are you holding up?”

  She clutched her lifeline. “I could never get through this without you. All I want to do is go home and start my new life, with you and the horses.”

  He gathered her in his arms and held her close. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I want you to come live with me at the ranch. I want to teach you about horses and wine and the history behind so many things. Olivia Hughes, I love you.”

  He sat her down on a nearby chair. He bent down on his knee. “I don’t want to waste another minute,” he popped open a box. “Will you be my happily ever after and be my wife?”

  The tears poured down her face. She had just put one man in his place and the happiest moment of her life followed it. She nodded and through broken sobs said “yes.”

  ***

  A few days later, Garrett and Olivia were having dinner at the ranch. He took her hand before he spoke. “Beautiful, I have one more room I need remodeled.”

  A look of astonishment covered her face. “Seriously, I thought I had done everything but the barn.” She chuckled. “Surely, you don’t need a designer’s touch for the horses?”

  His face was grim. “No not that. It is special room I feel I can fully share with you.”

  A gasp expelled from Olivia’s mouth. She wasn’t sure whether to be afraid or excited. She only knew her body tingled at the mention of such a special place.

  Garrett stood and offered his hand with a simple command. “Come.”

  Olivia felt her body flush. Her mind reeled at the possibilities. She recognized the tone. He had used it many times before. Since the engagement, a new aggression in their love-making had not gone unnoticed. He spanked her, and manhandled her. She flourished under his control over her body and hungered more.

  At the top of the stairs, Garrett paused. He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. Olivia snuggled into it. “Olivia, you are exquisite. I am about to share a part of me that has been buried for quite some time. If you refuse me, I will understand.”

  A tear slid down her cheek. She smiled and nodded in acceptance of his terms.

  He led her further down the hall to a door that had always been locked. Even when she was remodeling the bedrooms, she had discovered it but was too frightened to ask. Her imagination thought it must be Katie’s. They drew closer, then she realized the lock was missing tonight.

  Garrett opened the door and gestured for her to enter. Olivia gingerly stepped across the threshold. He held her by the waist. “Don’t be afraid. I am not asking for anything except for you to look. But…”

  He turned her around. He sought her eyes, they were filled with craving. “I remember how sensually you touched the crop in the tack room on your first day.”

  He licked his lips and held her chin. “You cannot deny how much you have enjoyed our rough play lately. I am asking you, if you are ready for the next step?”

  His mouth crushed down on hers and she responded like a hungry child. “Olivia, please don’t tease me. You have no idea how much I want to turn your gorgeous ass the perfect shade of pink. To test your limits and watch you be pleasured in ways you can’t imagine.”

  Olivia had not spoken a word, but left his embrace to explore the room. She spotted a spanking bench and what appeared to be a St. Andrews cross. On another wall was a closet. She opened the door to find a few crops and whips. A set of drawers inside held other items of pleasure, vibrators, dildos and beads.

  Garrett continued his monologue. “All these things are new, purchased just for our pleasure. This room was sanitized today. It has been locked up because Katie never enjoyed this part of me. I respected her vanilla way with the occasional sprinkles added.”

  He paced over to where Olivia stood. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his head atop of hers. “I sense in you, the need to be tamed. Like wild horses, your spirit runs free but begs for guidance.”

  Olivia swirled around in his arms. “Yes Garrett, I want to be tamed. To submit my body to you. I ache for the sting of leather. Show me Bear. I want to know.”

  He held back his happiness no longer. He spun her around. “I have never been so happy in all of my life. Thank you, Olivia for accepting me, all of me. My god that is why I love you so much.”

  “Bear, I love you too. I have known it in my heart and was afraid to say it out loud. You have given me a purpose and a plan for a future that is filled with joy.”

  His mouth seared over hers and he guided her to the floor. His tongue enjoyed her luscious skin. He lapped at her neck and shoulder. Her head lolled to the side. He nibbled along the edge of her lace collar. His fingers fumbled with pearl buttons. “Dammit woman, in the future when in this room, you will be naked and kneeling waiting for your Master. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Master. May I make another suggestion?”

  “Since we are not in a scene, by all means.”

  “Tomorrow, I am ordering a king size four poster bed. This floor is hard.”

  Garrett laughed heartily. “Y
es, my beauty, please do. Then I will tie you down and make you beg for mercy.”

  She gasped and grinned. “You sweet talker. Now get these clothes off me before I burst.”

  “Topping from the bottom already?” He lifted and eyebrow at her.

  She laced her fingers behind his neck. “Just tonight sir. This room has me horny as a teenager.”

  He lifted her from the floor and carried her to their bedroom. Olivia bit her lip when he produced a lovely leather crop from the side table. He yanked her jeans and panties off in one grab. She lifted her top over her head. She leaned back on her elbows and watched him.

  Garrett removed his shirt. The veins bulged on his biceps and his chest heaved with eagerness. He took a bandana and tied her hands to the metal bed frame.

  He traced her body with the crop and trailed down her belly to her weeping lips. The tip gracefully slid between them and ascended soaked with moisture.

  Garrett smoothed the wet tip of the crop over her lips. She licked at it and sniffed the leather.

  “Lift your knees, my beauty.” Three times in quick succession he tapped her clit with the crop. She cried out and whimpered but did not close her knees. Another tap or two and she would come then and there. Garrett tested her tolerance. “What a good girl you are my beauty. You deserve a reward.”

  He climbed between her knees with his beard circled around her pelvis. His tongue flicked across her angry clit. She cringed at his touch. She concentrated on his movements and wanted to come on his tongue. “I am so close.” She whispered

  He stroked fully up and down between her swollen lips, always bumping her clit. She gasped and tried to be still. “You must learn some control.”

  He licked a trail up her body to the cups of her bra. His fingers pushed them down and her nipples sprang free. With a flick of his wrist the crop stung her.

  She screamed out at first, then realized how erotic the sensation felt. He soothed her nipple with a suck, then moved to the other one. She absorbed the sting this time and turned it into pleasure at the anticipation of his mouth soothing the pain. He repeated a few more times. Her torso thrashed against his jean clad cock. She begged “Please, Bear.”

  He returned to her sodden lips and inserted the crop delicately inside of her and sucked her swollen nub. The crop slid in and out with a twist, Olivia screamed and crashed through her first orgasm.

  Her body in a heightened sense of euphoria, Garrett rolled her over and commanded. “Up on your knees, my beauty.”

  Olivia was drunk on pain or pleasure, or both. Her body raw nerves. Then he did it. He whacked her ass with the crop. The first sting nearly sent her scrambling. She hissed and reared back. He hit her again, right below her cheeks. He did this, three or four more times. She couldn’t count and absorb the discomfort.

  “Such an exquisite ass. So, lovely covered in my stripes. Next time you will count.”

  Garrett kissed across her marked ass and massaged her cheeks. He laid his body over hers and spoke words of encouragement and love. “It is only the beginning.”

  He dropped his jeans to the floor. His cock was a steel rod and her juices trickled down both thighs. “Can you feel how hard I am? What you have made me feel?”

  She forced her body back against his in search of relief. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wetness and pushed into her. He groaned and she yelped. It was a new sensation for them both. Instantly, Olivia’s body contorted around his hard cock. Tighter than he had ever felt.

  “Oh fuck, you are so tight and wet and I may never get enough of you. Olivia, you will be my addiction for the rest of my life.”

  Again, she pushed back against him unable to express her joy. He pulled out and in and in and out vigorously. He slapped her ass and caressed the cheeks and she kept pace, moaned in unison when the dam broke. He bellowed and she screamed, even the horses could hear them.

  Olivia’s body was on auto pilot and constricted repeatedly around his cock for what seemed like hours. She milked him dry and he kissed her back and praised her for her gift.

  They collapsed in a heap onto the bed. Garrett drew the blanket up to cover their bodies. Olivia was spent and had drifted off to sleep. They lay sated and tangled together until morning.

  ***

  The sun flowed softly over the two sleeping lovers. Garrett woke first and watched her. Her eyes fluttered open. “Morning.” She smiled. “How long have you been watching me?”

  He bent to kiss her. “Not long. How do you feel this morning?”

  “Stiff and sore, but in an enjoyable way.” She lifted the covers to look at her breasts. There were a couple of bruises. She imagined her behind looked about the same or worse.

  He sensed her uneasiness. “Let me see, please.”

  She hesitated. “I will only ask once.” There was that tone again. She pushed the blanket away and exposed her breasts.

  His fingertips gently traced the tiny bruises he laid on her skin. He lightly kissed each one. “I would say I am sorry, but that is part of it. Does it bother you?”

  She caressed his beard and ran her thumb over his lips. “No, those are love bites. I wear them proudly and look forward too many more.” She kissed his lips softly.

  Garrett slipped down in the bed and rolled her on top of his lap. “Are you up for some vanilla before coffee, beautiful?”

  “If that is what Master desires.” She winked at him.

  A serious expression crossed his face. “In this bed, I am Garrett. Master, is in the other room.”

  “You mean no more play in here?” Olivia pouted.

  His eyes twinkled with promise. “There is enough for both, I promise. Right now, I want to make love to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”