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Reining Her In

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by Dani Wyatt


  “God, you’re enormous.” Her voice shakes. Her eyes are on me, cloaked in something between awe and fear. “Don’t stop.”

  I don’t. Because I can’t.

  Constance gasps and smiles as I seat myself inside her and inch at a time. I’m not all the way in, but I’m in, and I memorize the way her slick heat feels wrapped around me. I imagine painting the walls of that sweet cunt with my white cream. Filling her time and again until it’s dripping out in gobs. Drying and flaking on her skin because I refuse to let her wash me away.

  “You feel so good. So hot. So wet. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  “Just keep moving, please.” Her body shakes and wiggles, trying to pull me in.

  “Bossy, aren’t you?” I growl. “You want it harder?”

  A rough moan escapes her throat. I’m pumping faster and deeper with each stroke. I take her moans as my answer and push harder, her body taking me better than I’d imagined. The sounds coming from us both send my mind into some sort of other world. Nothing exists around me but her pussy. It owns me, tightening and choking my dick. My cum is threatening to rise up and spill, but I need her to cum first.

  Something inside me turns feral as she arches her back, her pleasure taking over. I’m overwhelmed with the sensations and the emotions of giving myself to her like this. I’ll never be far from her again.

  I growl and grunt as she cums. Her body floods my dick with slick heat, my teeth set on her throat as I pummel forward, deeper and harder as her orgasms undulate and suck at my dick. The muscles in my back and my ass are locked down and burning.

  “Goddamn it. I’m cumming, babe. Jesus, it’s so good.”

  My cum blasts out of me so hard I see stars. We both scream as I tear into her, my cock growing thicker as I pound forward, feeling the limits of her body on the crown of my exploding dick. I think I’m coming apart.

  “I’m never letting you go,” I seethe the words into her neck wishing I could tattoo my name there for everyone to see. We are attached from head to toe, my cock heaving sprays of cum so deep, I’m sure she can taste me in the back of her throat.

  Then something happens. It’s like our bodies cease to be separate, and I know that sounds stupid, but I can feel her. Not just her body. All of her, her mind, her senses. And she feels me. Our physical bodies are so connected, when I came inside her, I gave her my soul.

  “You’re mine now.” I kiss the shell of her ear. Out of breath from the orgasm that felt like fucking giving birth.

  “I’m yours.” She whispers into my shoulder.

  I jerk inside of her, my cock still at full girth, ready again.

  “And I can do anything I want to you, can’t I?” I meet her, nose to nose. My rapid need to possess her claws at me from the inside out.

  Her eyes search my face to see if I’m serious. I am.

  Dead serious.

  But it’s more than just those words. I want her to give herself to me. All of her. I need to cherish, love, and take care of her. I’ll always put her first, and in turn she gives all of herself to me. I only want her pleasure. Forever.

  When she nods, I start again, my cock already beating down the door for another round.

  “My beauty,” I groan as I take her for round two.

  C H A P T E R N I N E

  Constance

  “Oh my God.”

  I wish I could find different words because I am wearing those out, but my brain isn’t functioning at full capacity.

  “One more.” Reed’s lips move with the words on my clit. He’s been eating me for a good half hour this morning.

  Morning. It’s 4:30 a.m. so I’m lost in what part of the day that really is.

  I slept for a couple hours, but when I woke up, he was still just lying next to me, watching me. I don’t think he slept at all. As soon as my eyes were open, I felt his fingers bringing me to one orgasm before my legs fell wide. When that happened he threw the bedding off the bed and took what he says is his rightful place between my legs.

  Legs which are now quivering so bad I’m going to be the one that needs the cane.

  I’m not sure if a mind and body can go supernova, but if it’s possible, that’s what’s happened to me. Reed’s cock, fingers and mouth have taken up near permanent residence inside my sore pussy, but I love everything he does to me. More than love it. I crave it. Already he’s got me addicted to him.

  To this. To the dirty things he says to me.

  I sigh and lay back on the bed as he kisses and licks my inner thighs. He’s ordered me to lay here for another half hour, even after he leaves. My hands cup my belly, thinking about him inside me. His cum finding its way to where it needs to be.

  That’s ridiculous, I know. But ridiculous or not, it’s the way things are. He and I were meant to be. They say time will tell, but they’re wrong because I already know. Right this second, I want nothing more than to belong to him in every way.

  Claimed.

  “I’ll be back in a couple hours,” he mumbles into my open pussy. “I have two sessions this morning. I wish I could cancel, but I’m a man of my word. Students count on me. They are both emergency referrals. I hate that I need to leave.”

  “It’s fine. I don’t want to mess up your day. I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk for a couple hours anyway.”

  Most people would think it’s strange that he has to meet students this early, but in our world, the day starts about 5:30 or 6:00 a.m. with lessons. It’s not unusual.

  “That may be so. But I want to mess up yours. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I want to leave you a mess.”

  “Haven’t you already?” I smile at the feeling of our combined fluids trickling out of me. I’m shocked at how open I am with him. Nothing embarrasses me about this. Us. I feel free because I’m safe with him. He makes me feel beautiful and loved, like this is exactly where I belong.

  Doing these things.

  With him. Forever.

  His eyes search my face, which is burning hot. He’s the most intense and stunning man I’ve ever met and he’s here, with me, looking at me like Zeus at Athena.

  “Oh my God.”

  There it is again. My conversation skills are pathetic, but he’s between my legs now, inching that monster inside of me and immediately my body coils with another orgasm.

  “Fuck, yes, sweet girl. You cum like that for me every time, and I’ll die the happiest man on this planet.”

  It still hurts, but I don’t care. My thighs are trembling as the thick head pops inside me, slipping in the gushing liquid he brought out with his mouth and fingers.

  “Take more this time. I want to set myself so deep, my cum is directly delivered into your womb.”

  His hands cup my cheeks, bringing me nose to nose with him as he hovers over me, balancing on his elbows as his hips do magical things below.

  He’s not just entering me, he’s swaying, and the movements are like a dance. Up and back, slow, then a pause, then more and deeper. Thicker. His size tugs at my walls, pushing inside until it stings and burns. But I don’t want him to stop. I gasp for breath – it’s a feeling I cannot describe, having another person so far inside my body like this.

  Having him inside me like this.

  Reed rocks and slows, then more again and again until his cock is inside me so far I feel him in my belly.

  “So deep,” I mumble as my eyes fall back.

  His hips move faster, his breathing ragged above me and his hands drop to my cheeks.

  I open my eyes because watching him is more than beautiful. It’s a connection I’ve never felt before. The grimace on his face is like nothing I’ve ever seen, almost like he’s in the most exquisite pain and giving himself to me is what he’s waited for his whole life.

  “I want your cum.” When the words leave my lips I’m shocked, but then he sends my body to the edge of another climax.

  Reed freezes, thrusting forward until I gulp a painful breath, my opening stretched
and tearing again as he feels like he’s thickening beyond what I’ve taken already.

  “It’s already yours, my sweet girl.”

  I grab my knees, stretching myself apart, because I want all of him inside me. I want him to consume me with his cock. For an innocent, inexperienced girl like me, I don’t know where these thoughts and feelings are coming from, but I only know with him it feels as natural as riding a horse.

  Except he’s riding me, and it’s perfect.

  “That’s all of me, babe.” He steadies, then stops. Holding himself inside me as his entire body trembles.

  His voice is shaking.

  My heart is in my throat. I want this feeling to last forever.

  “I’m not moving until you say you’re okay. You’re so fucking tight on me, you need to tell me you’re all right, Beauty, please.” His voice goes from a tremble to a desperate plea.

  When I can focus on his face again, I see terror there. The tendons in his shoulders quiver, each one standing out like a soldier next to the ones around and beside them.

  I gasp and focus on speaking. “I’m okay. I want all of you.”

  I’m nearly hyperventilating.

  It hurts, but in a way that is so good I don’t want it to end. And the way he looks so concerned, even when I can tell the pleasure is nearly taking him over.

  “I’m so close already. You’re snapped around me like a cock ring, babe. It’s so beautiful, the way you grab onto me from the inside like that. So hot, like you won’t ever let go.”

  “Fuck me, Reed. Please. Make me cum.”

  Reed’s cock takes me hard. He pumps fast, until I know no other words than the pleading of his name. He seems to find that acceptable because we cum together in a heaving, screaming burst, clutching at each other for dear life.

  When we catch our breath, he lays next to me and kisses every part of my body, turning me over and lifting my arms and legs, kissing me until I’m giggling with pleasure, his lips leaving no spot untouched.

  When he walks to the bathroom, I throw my arm over my eyes. I’m panting, and my body shakes from the inside as well as the outside. The sight of him naked in any form has a delirious effect on me.

  I’m melting into the soft bedding, a gush of another round of our combined fluids trickling out of me, and a moment of doubt washes over me thinking of the consequences of what I’ve done. The things I’ve said. The lust haze is lifting and a moment of harsh reality seeps into my wonderland.

  I want your cum?

  But it was the truth, and it still is, I just can’t believe this is me.

  I hear the water in the adjoining bath as he soaks a cloth. Just as my breathing evens out, the tips of my fingers in my right hand start to twitch and shake. Then it’s my hand.

  No, no, no, please no. Not now.

  I’m praying for it to stop.

  Another moment and the twitching and shaking only increases, and it’s my whole arm now. The tension is building and I’m trying to hold it back.

  God, no.

  I didn’t tell anyone, I thought it would go away. Just a side effect of the fall and the stress.

  Reed emerges from the bathroom, running a hand across his chest, looking down as he walks. “Here you go, my beauty. I’m going to do what I can to ease the ache in that battered—”

  I’m staring at him, unable to stop the trembling that’s taking over my head now. He drops the cloth and breaks into an uneven lurching run toward the bed.

  I’m shaking and convulsing on my right side, my head convulsing back and forth on my neck. I can’t stop it, but I push up on my left arm. I don’t want him to see me like this.

  Oh my god.

  My legs still work, it’s the right side of my upper body I can’t control.

  “Jesus, Constance!” Reed’s voice fills with horror.

  I grab the sheet as I go, tucking it as best I can around me with only one hand. The spasms are already subsiding, but I’m so embarrassed. Saliva is dripping out of the corner of my mouth and I see the look on Reed’s face. The only thing I can think is he must be horrified. Disgusted. Even though his eyes tell me otherwise.

  The shaking subsides. It’s over, but I barrel forward anyway, tucking the sheet around me and under my arms, reaching down to grab my clothes off the floor, tears clouding my vision.

  “Stop!” He yells. “Come here.”

  “No, I have to go.” He blocks my path and the sob I am desperately trying to hold in explodes out of me only adding to my humiliation.

  “You’re not fucking going anywhere. We need to get you to the hospital.”

  He grabs my shoulders. And instead of calmly letting him talk, I jerk back and forth, then I slam my shoulder into his chest and throw him off balance on his weak leg.

  As soon as I’ve done it I’m sorry for it, but my embarrassment only multiplies tenfold when his leg buckles under him and he’s going down.

  I don’t find my bra and underwear, just my skirt and the sheet, but I’m down the stairs and out the door. It’s still dark, but my purse is in my car, so instead of going into the guesthouse to settle down, I jump in my car, push the ignition button and tear out of the driveway.

  The first person I have sex with is probably the best trainer in the world, and I have a fit right there. Then, instead of being mature enough to deal with it, I knock him down and run out the front door. My level of pathetic is epic.

  I shake out my arm, as I steer the SUV down the driveway to the road going far faster than is safe. The numbness still tingling my fingers. Not only did I just embarrass myself beyond anything I’ve ever imagined, I know that I’ll never be able to ride again if I can’t control this thing.

  What is happening to me?

  I just went from the happiest moment in my life to this pit, and I just hope he doesn’t come looking for me. Because I can’t face him.

  C H A P T E R T E N

  Constance

  “My God, Constance. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  My father’s accusatory tone only layers on the humiliation. I charged in the back door of the house, only to find my parents there in the living room with Travis.

  I’d managed to tug a t-shirt on that I’d left in the car, and crumpled the sheet and stuffed it in my bag. But I know my hair looks like I’ve been in a gang bang and I’ve never been this disheveled in front of my parents, let alone Travis.

  “I’m not feeling well.”

  “Dear, what—” My mother puts on her best everything-is-fine voice but I can clearly see in her eyes she knows everything is not fine. She switches gears as my father grumbles some apology to Travis. What he is doing here is just another in a day of what-the-fucks.

  “Travis is on his way out of town, but he stopped by to bring something. Something for you, dear.” My mother’s sticky sweet voice hurts my ears.

  “What?” The words barely make any sense. This entire scene doesn’t make any sense. “What is he doing here? It’s barely seven o’clock in the morning.”

  My father and Travis are sitting there sipping coffee like this is an everyday occurrence.

  “I brought you something, like your mom said.” Travis is on his feet.

  “I thought you were out of the state at a competition?”

  “Nope. I was, but I had something more important to do.”

  My father follows Travis to his feet. My eyes are stinging, hot with the tears I cried all the way here. The throbbing still between my legs, the memory of toppling Reed over and onto the floor, makes the prickling in my eyelids turn to a burning that I’m afraid I can’t hold back.

  “Come out to the arena,” my father orders.

  My parents’ estate has an indoor riding arena and ten stall barn. I’ve had horses of my own since I was young, but once you start getting up into the higher levels of competition, it doesn’t make sense to keep your horses at home, so it’s been years since I had a horse of my own here that I rode in competition. I keep two of my older horses that ha
ve retired here, but that’s it.

  I give a glance toward my father, whose eyes tell me to do as I’m told, so grudgingly I follow the group out the back door and into the golf cart. Travis takes the driver’s seat like he’s a member of the family or something. And I’m sure he wishes he was as well.

  By the time we get to the arena, I can already see the lights inside are glowing and there is a horse trailer and truck sitting outside that don’t belong here.

  “What’s going on?” I ask anyone that might answer as we all pile out of the vehicle.

  My father walks on without answering me, stepping proudly inside the arena. I follow behind like the child I am around him.

  Inside the arena, Travis turns to me with an overly sweet smile that makes me want to hurt him. “Here you go.”

  A groom is walking around with a jet black warm blood, at least seventeen hands high if not more.

  “Since Ruby will no longer be suitable, Travis has found you a new champion.”

  “Ruby is fine. She just had a bad day and —”

  “You will not ride that mare again,” my father snaps. “You will not embarrass me on a weak, undisciplined mount. Travis worked very hard to find this gelding for you on such short notice. I’ve already sent a trailer to pick up Ruby at that new barn. Your mother should not have let you move in and agree to be trained there without consulting me. I pay the bills – I make the rules. Travis has arranged for a buyer for Ruby. This is your new mount.”

  My head is buzzing. I watch as my father juts his hand out to Travis, who accepts it with a proud shake. My mother is fluttering around and whispering things in my ear but I hear nothing.

  “Back on the horse as they say, right?” Travis is next to me now, that same twisted smile on his face as my father looks on.

  “What?” I shake my head, incredulous at this whole spectacle. I bite my tongue because there is so much more I’d like to say.

  “Time to get on the horse again, Constance.” My father stares at me with that look. “You can’t show weakness. If you are a champion, then show me. I’ve spent my time and millions of dollars on your career, now prove to me you still want this. This new horse is the most expensive, best quality mount you’ve ever had. You better do as you’re told and prove it was worth it.”

 

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