The Cowboy's Rules: 2 (Cowboys After Dark:)

by Maggie Carpenter

  “They’re going to bed the stalls, and they’re bringing up my tack trunks and saddles, my riding stuff,” she answered.

  A part of her wanted to turn away from him, but another part of her felt drawn him, to his smile and twinkling, mischievous eyes.

  “Nice ring,” he remarked.

  He was almost next to her, and grateful that he’d given her a reason to take her eyes off him she shifted her gaze.

  “It’s the perfect size,” she nodded. “I haven’t walked it yet, I need to check the footing.”

  “Don’t let me stop you,” he smiled. “I’m sure you’re dying to test it out.”

  “I am,” she replied, and snatching the excuse she walked forward and opened the gate.

  The ground beneath her feet felt soft and spongy; Chad had been true to his word and brought in the very best.

  “Does it feel good?” Jason asked.

  His voice sounded closer than she thought it should have, and turning her head she found him only a few feet behind her.

  “Again with the creeping up,” she quipped, trying to make a joke.

  “Hmmm, yes, I suppose I am rather good at that. Maybe I missed my calling, maybe I should be a cat burglar,” he chuckled.

  “Maybe you should, dogs don’t seem to like you very much,” she laughed.

  “Good point,” he laughed.

  The sound of an approaching truck caught her attention, and looking across the ring she saw Jeb and Tommy rolling forward, the bed of the pickup carrying bags of shavings and her tack trunks.

  Thank God, the cavalry, she sighed.

  She watched it slowly drive around the ring towards her, and assuming Jason was still standing behind her she turned to say goodbye, but to her surprise there was no sign of him.

  Huh, that’s weird. Maybe I need to tell Chad about this.

  “Ring looks great, Cassie,” Jeb called as he climbed out of the cab.

  “It does, it’s amazing,” she grinned. “I guess we’re going to have to lay some pipes and put in sprinklers.”

  “Yep, that’s planned for the week after the clinic,” he nodded. “Better get crackin’ on beddin’ the stalls.”

  The three worked as a team, with Jeb and Tommy unloading the heavy bags and carrying them into each stall, and Cassie cutting them open and raking the contents. It took them an hour to finish the job, and though she wanted to make a start on organizing the tack room she decided to follow the boys back down; she had no desire to be alone with the good-looking, charming, mysterious architect/laborer again.

  Seems like they’re all back at work, she thought climbing into her car, but that doesn’t mean they won’t take a coffee break.

  She drove straight to the house and made her way to Chad’s office, eager to tell him what she thought of the new barn, and the strange meeting with Jason Lewis.

  As usual Chad was on the phone, but when she walked in he lifted his eyes in a warm welcome. It only took a minute for her to realize it was an intense conversation, something about one of Mindy’s shows, so she moved into the bedroom, and stripping quickly she stepped into the shower.

  As the hot water splashed around her she closed her eyes, relishing the dust and dirt being washed away. The odd meeting with Jason was still in her thoughts, but as she began to towel off and dress she wondered if she’d overreacted.

  He didn’t do anything overt. I don’t want to get him fired if he was just being friendly. Shoot, maybe I shouldn’t say anything.

  You could say something, but keep it light.

  I could, but Chad can be really protective. He might go and say something to the foreman, and if I’m reading stuff into the meeting that wasn’t there…

  The guy was overly friendly.

  Yeah, but a lot of guys are like that.

  Mickey growled at him.

  Yeah, Mickey growled at him. You’re right. I’ll say something.

  By the time she wandered back into Chad’s office he was off the phone, and he immediately walked across to give her a welcome hug.

  “So, what did you think?” he grinned.

  “I thought it was spectacular, really fantastic. I’m absolutely thrilled,” she said excitedly, “and the jumps, when will they come?”

  “Sometime in the next day or two. With everything going on up there I didn’t think it would matter to just add another truck to the mix,” he remarked. “Now, I believe you and I had some plans for tonight.”

  “We do, but it’s a bit early to go up there now. Shouldn’t we wait until it’s dark?”

  “No, I think we should go up there, have a leisurely dinner while the sun is still settin’, and after all the workers take off, I think it will be just about time for me to do a little playin’.”

  “Playing?” she repeated, “what do you mean, playing?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and find out,” he whispered, dropping his lips to her ear, “but you can expect somethin’ I don’t think you’ve had done to you before.”

  “Oooh, I love it when you say things like that,” she breathed.

  “I know,” he said, kissing her neck, “and you like it when I do this too, don’t you?” he purred, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back.

  “Uh-huh,” she stammered.

  “And when I kiss your neck like this?” he continued, laying his mouth upon her neck, sliding it down to her clavicle.

  “Ooooh, Chad, I do love that, it makes so weak,” she mumbled.

  “If I bring my fingers up and slip then underneath your shirt, will I find a bra?”

  “No, Sir,” she quivered.

  “What a good girl. You remembered the rule, when it’s just the two of us on a special night, no bra or panties. You’re not wearin’ panties are you?”

  “No, Sir,” she replied.

  His hand whispered across the thin cotton and deftly undid the top buttons, then slid inside her shirt. As his fingers lightly tweaked her nipples, she moaned, leaning against him.

  “I think it’s about dinner time,” he crooned, releasing her hair.

  “Can’t we play first and have dinner after?” she begged, her eyes half-lidded.

  “Nope, you can just think about all the wicked things I might do, and by the time we get through dinner you’ll be all wet and wantin’, won’t you, Cassie?”

  “But I am already,” she protested.

  “Yep, I’m sure you are,” he murmured, pulling his hand from inside her shirt, “and that’s exactly how you should be. Come on, let’s pack us up a hamper and mosey on up there.”

  “You are a cruel man,” she whimpered.

  “You just got through tellin’ me how wonderful I am,” he chuckled.

  “Yes, you are,” she sighed, “the most wonderfulest of men.”

  As they packed the hamper to leave, Mickey danced around their feet, excited they were about to go on an outing.

  “Sorry, Mickey, you have to guard the house,” Chad said seriously. “You know you have to protect it while I’m gone, right?”

  Mickey barked several times, then ran to the living room and on to the couch.

  “I’m not sure who I love the most, you or Mickey,” Cassie laughed.

  “He’s somethin’ special all right,” Chad smiled. “He’s smarter than most humans I meet. Come on, we’re losin’ the light. Best get movin’.”

  Chad grabbed the hamper, and as they headed into the garage he turned to her and smiled.

  “I hope you’re up for a little adventure.”

  “Always,” she grinned back, “though you’re making me a wee bit nervous with all this mystery.”

  “Good!” he exclaimed. “A little bit of fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac.”

  No kidding, she thought, and climbing into the Range Rover she took a deep breath. Whatever it is you’re planning, bring it on. I can’t wait.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Inside the tack room, the red cotton table cloth had been draped across one of the tack trunks. Upon it sat a bottle
of wine which was almost empty, and the various goodies they’d packed in the hamper had been devoured with gusto. The sun had just set, and the dusky light still flowing through the wide barn doors was quickly fading.

  “I brought this,” Chad announced pulling out a small LED lantern he’d tucked into the corner of the hamper. “Much safer than the old hurricane lamps and far more romantic that the barn lights.”

  “No kidding,” she laughed.

  Her heart was warm and her head was light, the wine having heightened her euphoric state, and when he began clearing away the empty containers, returning them to the hamper, she felt her pulse quicken.

  “You go take yourself into one of those stalls,” he instructed.

  “One of the stalls?” she repeated.

  “That’s what I said,” he declared, shooting her a look. “Shavings are perfectly clean aren’t they?”

  “Yes,” she nodded.

  “Then get your butt in there,” he said firmly, “and lose the jeans.”

  Butterflies fluttering, she hurried into the last stall at the back of the barn. She couldn’t imagine anyone wandering in, but if they did at least she’d have plenty of warning, and no-one would be able to see inside the stall unless they were right next to it. Pulling off her jeans, boots and socks, she settled nervously into the shavings, surprised by their remarkable softness.

  She didn’t have long to wait before he appeared, looming over her at the stall door. The dark was creeping in, and the small LED lantern he’d set outside the stall sent its ghostly light against the walls, creating sharp patterns at odd angles.

  Items were dangling from his hands, and she squinted, trying to make out what they were. In one hand he was carrying some leather straps, wrapped around something she couldn’t make out, and in the other some kind of bondage equipment, though it was unlike anything she’d seen.

  He’d created many exciting scenarios over the previous months, and she had a feeling this was going to rank at the top. As he started towards her she felt her heart begin to thump, and a glorious sense of erotic anticipation.

  “You look real fine,” he murmured as he neared. “Kneel up and unbutton that shirt for me, real slow. Show me how sexy you can be.”

  Rising up from her sitting position, Cassie shook her head and craned back her neck, then dropping her fingers between her legs with one hand, she unbuttoned her shirt with the other. Her eyes were closed, but she heard the stall door slide shut, and when she fluttered them open he was leaning back against it, watching her. His eyes held a wicked glint, but she locked his gaze as she unfastened the last button, and let the shirt fall away.

  “Real nice,” he said softly. “Turn around.”

  The smell of pine and leather filled her senses as she shuffled around on her knees in the soft bedding, and she heard the telltale rustle of his clothes; seconds later her hair was lifted, and his moist lips caressed her neck.

  “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he whispered.

  Anticipating his steel cock, she was startled when a bar of hard rubber was placed between the width her lips; it took a few seconds for her to realize it was a bit.

  “Expectin’ somethin’ else,” he breathed, kissing her neck. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate this barn than to break you into a little bit of filly play.”

  He tugged on the reins, applying even pressure on both sides of her mouth, then tugged again, but harder, causing her lips to pull back and tighten uncomfortably. Still stunned by the unfamiliar gag, Cassie was in a mild state of shock, caught between being utterly turned on, and somewhat disturbed.

  “You know what it means when I pull on the reins, don’t make me ask again,” he warned.

  Oh, my, God, this is sooo bizarre, but, ooooh, it’s so hot in a weird twisted way.

  A sharp smack in the center of her bottom snapped her from the thought, then the reins tugged again; abruptly grasping what he was asking for, she dropped her head.

  “Better,” he remarked. “You stay like that. If you lift your chin you’ll get the bit and a slap.”

  Her heart was battering; this was strange, it was bizarre, it was an unbelievable turn-on, but before she could think further she felt something slide over her head.

  What now? What’s he doing?

  Her question was answered as two wide shields fell against the sides of her face blocking her peripheral vision.

  Shit, blinkers, he’s put blinkers on me instead of a blindfold.

  The gushing heat flooded her sex, and as her ass wiggled in response she heard him softly chuckle.

  “My little filly likes her trainin’,” he purred.

  She could hear the smile in his voice, and sighing deeply she felt herself begin to surrender to the decadent play.

  “That’s the sigh I’ve been waitin’ for,” he said gently, stroking her back. “Drop to your hands.”

  Falling forward she arched her back in a lewd, unspoken invitation; the bit prevented speech, and suddenly overcome with an intense craving for his cock she’d had no other way to make her need known. When his fingers brushed across her slit she thrust back in an urgent plea for more.

  “Ahhh, you love this,” he mumbled, “I knew you would.”

  The gentle pressure on the corners of her mouth told her he still held the reins, and the position of her head was correct, but when he laid the leather straps across her back releasing the tension and letting them drape on either side of her, she took it as a signal that she could relax.

  “I think this lovely bottom needs some warmin’ up,” he declared. “It’s gettin’ a bit nippy in here.”

  She closed her eyes as the tongue of a crop began lightly tapping her backside, tickling her skin in a tantalizing dance.

  Of course, a crop, what else would he-

  Before she could finish the thought the tiny piece of leather bit her flesh, eliciting a muffled cry and a sharp tensing of her cheeks. The swat was followed by another, then another, and as the tongue frolicked merrily over her backside she jerked and squirmed with each fiery kiss.

  When it finally paused she gasped her relief, let her body fall limp, and uttered muffled cries of pain, but the respite was short-lived. The teasing tickled its way down her thighs, between her legs, then teased across her pussy.

  “You have rules to learn and remember,” he declared, “and since your entire focus seems to be between your legs I think that’s the place for my crop to underline each of them. Find a way to show me you heard what I said.”

  Not knowing what she could do she wriggled her ass at him, and was met with a soft caress.

  “What a lovely filly you are, and such a proud, beautiful rump,” he remarked, running his palm over her reddened skin. “Are you ready to hear your rules?”

  She wriggled again, then waited.

  “Rule number one, you keep all the feed in the sealed containers, and you have one of the boys empty the bags. No heavy lifting.”

  The crop’s tongue slapped against her pussy, causing her to throw back her head and wail a muffled yowl.

  “Did you understand?”

  Mewling through the bit she wriggled her bottom.

  “Rule number two, the barn aisle and tack room must be swept clean each time you leave here, no debris or shavings littering the floor.”

  Again the crop swished up, stinging her labia, and again she howled her muffled protest.

  “Did you understand?” he repeated.

  With a loud whimper she squirmed furiously.

  “Rule number three, all your tack must be kept clean your bridles hung properly, and your saddles covered. I know you’re not good about these things, but now you need to be. Hannah or no Hannah, the buck stops with you.”

  The tongue landed twice in succession, underscoring the rule with stinging authority.

  “Did you understand?”

  Her hips wiggled fervently, and her gasping whimper told him her pussy was fire.

  “Last rule, rule numb
er four. Clean the automatic waterers in the stalls and water bucket in the paddocks daily.”

  As the crop landed it’s final swishing slap against her hot tingling pussy, she howled, then groaned, then wriggled her backside before he asked his question.

  “Good, now we have the four basic rules, and look at how red and drooling your pussy. Is there something it wants?”

  Bleating her response she wriggled urgently, then dropping to her elbows she widened her knees as far as she was able.

  Cassie was in dire straits; her bottom was hot and sore, her pussy was buzzing with a searing heat and yearning for his cock with a ravenous lust. The switching of her pussy had shocked her, then tormented her, then tantalized her, and receiving no response from her fervent, silent plea, she shuffled back towards him.

  Smiling, Chad moved his fingers into her delicious wetness, coated his fingers, and as he pushed his cock home, listening to her muffled cries of joy, he pushed his wetted digit into her open, waiting back hole. She was so starving, so hot, so needy, he knew there would be no protest or concern, and her full acceptance of the intruding finger was just as he knew it would be.

  “Next time,” he murmured, as he pumped slowly, moving his finger to keep time with the thrusting of his cock, “I just might put a tail here.”

  Listening to her groans, and relishing the bucks of her hips as his words fired her further into her uninhibited lust, he grabbed the reins with his free hand and began to pull.

  “Drop your head lower when I pull like this,” he said firmly, “and lift your butt higher.”

  Lowering her torso and shuffling back to satisfy his instruction, she could feel his cock drumming the inside of her cunt. His perverted finger and his pummeling piston seemed to be attached, and as the giant orgasm floated above her she felt her body grow taut with expectation.

  “Already? I don’t blame you,” he smiled, “but not yet.”

  He slowed, listening to her groans of disappointment, then keeping the probing finger in place he rode her until she was nearing the edge, only to pause buried inside her, lightly spanking her as he delighted in the pulsing of her pussy wrapped around his turgid member.

  She made a loud mewling sound as she tried to thrust against his cock, but he smacked her, hard.