“I don’t think Rupert likes horses much,” Antonia observed. “He was into the cattle, anything that was profitable.”
“Well, I do like horses,” Rafael said. “And I like stables. I like that kind of tough, earthy spirit that goes with this place.” He moved forward, staring into the rafters, peering in empty stalls, fingering tack hanging on the walls. He pulled a couple items down and turned around.
They stood several feet away, their eyes suddenly fixing on each other, piqued with dark images.
“What if we had sex here?” he asked her.
She bit her lip, her body suddenly anxious for more of the man. “Oh, I think I’d like that.” Her loins were throbbing hotly, a bit of dampness collecting at her opening.
“And what if I bound you to one of these stalls and teased a horsewhip over your body?”
“Oh, dear. You’re making me dizzy.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You have an affinity for the darkness, Antonia.”
“I suppose I still do.”
“And maybe it’s time you dipped your toes in the water again.” She remembered the last time with Rupert like it was a great cloud of misery. Her face darkened.
Rafael read her mind. “I’m not Rupert, Antonia.”
No, he wasn’t. She could feel his energy as he spoke, rushing through her like the wind, sweeping her into places of longing that had been so damaged by Rupert, she wondered if she could ever really go there again. “Yes, I know,” she said. “And you’re right…”
He moved a few steps closer and unbuttoned her simple dress. It dropped to the floor, unveiling her naked body underneath. The gentle curves of her beautiful form shimmered in the dappled sunlight that flickered through the leafy trees outside and in through the stable windows.
Rafael carried a long strap in his hand and reaching for her hands, he wrapped the leather around her wrists until they were firmly bound and she could not pull loose. The effect of her capture ripped a new wave of anxious pleasure through her roused body. Her sex tingled hotly between her thighs where she’d known his organ so many times.
He turned her around and marched her to the front of an empty stall where he tied her hands to the top railing. Then he stood at her back, whispering in her ear. “When, I’m finished teasing you…when you’re so hot, screaming to come, I will take you from behind like an animal, in your ass.”
Oh, such a thought, her belly had already begun to spasm. Yes, she wanted the pain and the intensity and the love that showered down on her now. “While I fuck you, I will torture your clitoris. You’ll be screaming, frantic and wild, as I ram it myself home. You’ll be crying for mercy before I let you come…
Oh, my heavens! she silently swooned.
Rafael pulled away from her, stood back and with his arm tingling with excitement and purpose, he let the first flick of the whip land with a gentle sting on the plump center of Antonia’s behind.
She sighed, relieved, knowing that she’d be safe and happy with Rafael.
Now she was finally home.
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