“Ooh, Sir,” she moaned.
“Be quiet,” he said firmly, though his voice was still tender.
She grit her teeth, waiting for it to stop, but when, to her great relief he let it drop, it was only a second later that he took hold of her nipple and began to tweak. Squeezing her eyes and clenching her jaw she uttered small ejaculations of pain, and finally his pinching fingers transformed into a soothing caress.
Stepping back he stared at the pink marks around her breast, the red silk draping over her body, and her long dark hair hanging around her shoulders. Walking to the end of the bed he looked at the sensuous curves of her ass cheeks, the thong barely covering her secret charms, and the bright pink palm prints on her inner thighs.
“Drop your fingers on to your cunt and rub yourself while you count to thirty, then get off the bed, straighten yourself up, put on a coat and shoes and meet me in the living room.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. What’s he doing? Is he taking me somewhere? Surely he’s not going to take me out in just a slip and a coat?
As Chad headed from the room he saw Mickey stir, ready to join him, but with simple gesture from his hand the dog laid back down.
Leaving her to dwell on the mystery he moved to the kitchen and pulled out the picnic hamper, loading it with a bottle of red wine, dark chocolate, chilled water, and some paper napkins. He was locking it closed when she walked in.
“A picnic?” she smiled.
“Yep, a picnic,” he smiled back, “and we’re goin’ in the Range Rover.”
“Chad,” she purred, moving close to him, “I want you so much.”
“Well, hon, it’s not about what you want tonight, is it?”
She felt a gush of wetness; the simple question had shimmied through her, sending another wave of need through her sex.
“No, Sir,” she breathed.
“Remember that,” he said firmly, and taking her by the elbow and turning her around, making her pulse quicken yet again, he walked her into the garage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
As the Rover snaked its way past the arena, Cassie wanted desperately to ask where they were going, but decided to remain silent.
She’d initially thought he was taking her up to the new house so they could gaze at the lake as he did all his decadent things to her. The idea that they were returning to the spot where he’d given her one of the most exciting, romantic nights of her life…the night she’d had the epiphany that he was ‘the one’…seemed perfect, but as he turned away from the road that would have taken them there she realized it was far too predictable. As he continued to drive past the barn, in spite of her earlier caution she couldn’t stand it another minute.
“Chad, where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.
“Is it a secret spot, a place on the ranch you’ve not taken me before?”
“Cassie…”
His voice was low and deep, and the unspoken words were loud and clear; enough with the questions.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
Chad’s trailers were parked in a neat row, the van that they’d just used sat at the end. Pulling the Rover to a stop he stepped out, opened the back door and grabbed the picnic basket.
“Come along, Cassie, follow me.”
Filled with curiosity she stepped from the car and hurried to catch up. The night was warm and she didn’t need her coat, but he hadn’t instructed her to remove it so she kept it on, and completely bewildered she stood watching him open the side door of the van and lower the ramp.
For the briefest of moments she wondered if he planned using the van for his fun, but immediately brushed it aside as an absurd notion.
He’d never do that. That’s crazy. I’ll bet he’s got some kind of table or something stored in there. The spot must be around here someplace.
Scanning her surroundings she couldn’t see anywhere that would fit the bill, but it was dark and visibility was nonexistent.
Hmmm, I hope we don’t have to walk too far, especially if we have to carry stuff.
“Cassie.”
His call broke her thoughts, and staring up into the van she saw him holding a small, battery operated lantern.
“Yes, Chad?”
“Yes, what?”
“Sorry, yes, Sir?”
“Why are you still standing out there?”
“Uh, I’m waiting for you.”
“Where I go, you follow. Get your butt up here.”
“Up…in…there?”
“Now!”
He lowered the light so it illuminated the ramp, and walking carefully she made her way slowly forward.
“Stay where you are,” he said, and moving behind her he pulled up the ramp and closed the door.
Holy crap, he’s going to do it here? We’re spending the evening here? We did have that great night in that stall in my new barn, but that was…that was brand new…and it was…different…somehow.
As he moved around he began bringing more lanterns to light, and very quickly the area was filled with a pale, ghostly glow. Glancing around she saw a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting on the top step of a mounting block, along with some broken bits of dark chocolate. It was in one of the larger compartments, and the floor was covered with a blanket.
“A picnic in here,” she whispered, suddenly finding the idea much more appealing. “You’ve set it up so beautifully.”
Taking her hand he led her into the compartment, and pouring the wine he handed her a glass.
“To surprises,” he smiled.
“To surprises,” she smiled back.
They clinked, and drank, and reaching down he picked up the chocolate, ordering her to open her mouth. As it melted on her tongue she drank some more, and moving closer to him dropped her head against his chest.
“This is amazing, it’s a wonderful surprise,” she sighed.
“Night’s young,” he murmured, and taking a fistful of hair, gently tilted back her head and kissed her, lingering his mouth over hers, sharing the luscious taste of the dark rich chocolate and velvety cabernet wine.
“Mmmm, that was lovely,” she purred.
“Have some more wine,” he breathed, releasing her, “you need to relax a bit more.”
“You’re right, I do, I can feel it,” she murmured, and brought the glass to her lips.
Feeding her more of the chocolate, he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and licking, and she shuffled her back against the wall for support.
“You know what that does to me,” she muttered.
“Of course, that’s why I do it,” he whispered, not pausing for a moment as his tongue moved to the hollow in her neck.
The wine was beginning to take affect, and when she sighed a long, heavy sigh, moaning softly as he touched a breast, he gently took her empty glass and carried back to the hamper on the other side of the container wall. Moments later she heard a click, and from some unseen place a sensual melody floated through the air. Instinctively her body began to sway, rocking to the music.
“Remove your coat,” he softly growled, “slowly, and let it drop to the floor. Show me your sultriest self, Cassie.”
His words floated through her head, and unsteadily at first, feeling almost shy, she began to flick the buttons open.
“Seduce me, please me, make me want you,” he crooned.
His husky voice moved through the air, filling her with a desire to do all those things; to seduce him, to please him, to make him want her, and swaying her hips she peeled down a sleeve.
“More, much more,” he pressed.
Thrusting out her chest she slowly turned, slipping out of the other sleeve, then bent over, arching her back, pushing out her backside.
“Uh-huh. You show me that ass, really show me,” he said, his voice dropping even deeper.
The coat fell off her body, dropping to the floor, and spreading her legs she moved her hands behind her and slid her slip, very, very slowly, u
p and over her seat cheeks.
“Nice, real nice,” he said, his voice husky, “keep goin’.”
Cassie was becoming lost in her seductive dance. The melody was in her soul, his every word wrapped itself around her, and she was shrouded in her desire to please him. She felt like a sex kitten, a harem girl, a stripper, just for him, and wiggling her hips she started to remove her thong.
“Mmm, that’s good, take it off and show me all of you, everything.”
There was no hesitation, no reticence, no humiliation, and as she slipped the thong down, letting it fall, she clasped her cheeks and pulled them apart.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he breathed. “move it for me, close your eyes and move it for me real good.”
Ambling silently to the mounting block he retrieved a small butt plug and tiny tube of lube, then moving back to her he lubed the plug, and holding her hip, keeping her still for a just a moment, quickly pushed it home.
Letting out a moan as it filled her, she felt a rush of wetness, and enthusiastically resumed her dance, gyrating her hips as if loving the intruder.
“I always knew this was who you are,” he murmured, walking around her. “Open your eyes and look at me while you strip off the slip, then play with your tits, and I mean really play with your tits.”
As she moved and swayed, her eyes locking on to his, she licked her lips, bringing an arm across her breasts as she coyly dropped one spaghetti strap, then the next.
“Shake it off, baby,” he said, his eyes gleaming at hers.
Lifting her arms above her head she shimmied, sending the slip rippling down her torso to puddle at her feet.
“Go on, do what I said, play with those tits.”
Squeezing and tweaking she did as he asked, but suddenly stopped, and holding them up she sashayed towards him.
“For you, Sir,” she murmured.
“Tell me why.”
“Because they belong to you.”
“Yep, they do, and I’m real glad you know that.”
Lowering his head he sucked one, then the other, then taking one of her nipples between his fingers he led her to the wall.
“Time for round two,” he purred, his lips at her ear as he turned her to face the bars. “Hold on to the bars, scoot your legs back and arch your back. That’s it, just like that, now close your eyes. Don’t let go of those bars, you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Chad stood back and stared at the alluring sight. The black thigh-high stockings highlighted the pale skin of her upper thighs, her full round bottom was thrust out, the flange of the plug visible between her cheeks. The narrowness of her trim waist accentuated her toned back and full breasts, and the thick, dark auburn hair falling about her shoulder begged to be tamed.
“Like you,” he mumbled. “You need to be tamed, don’t you, Cassie?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re like a wild little filly, sometimes so good and sweet, and other times willful and determined to get your way.”
She shivered with the comparison, seeing it as clearly as he did.
“You and Shelby, just the same,” he purred, tracing his fingers up her back. “Eddie told me she gets mad if the other horses get their carrots first. That’s you, isn’t it Cassie. You get mad if you don’t get the attention you want first. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, his fingertips tickling across her skin making it almost impossible to focus on his words.
“A naughty little filly needin’ to be tamed, needin’ to be taught and trained. I’m gonna spend my life doin’ that, and it can take just as long as it needs to.”
His palm had made its way to the small of her back, and when she felt it lift away she knew what would follow. The loud smack echoed through the small space, and she bit her lip as the sting radiated through her backside. He slapped again, his hot hand landing in exactly the same spot, then again, and again, and continued until she yelped in pain and stamped her foot.
“Catch your breath,” he muttered.
Moving to the mounting block he gathered up the chocolate, the bottle of wine and his half finished glass, placing them on the lower step, then taking a piece of the chocolate he returned to her.
“Open your mouth.”
He dropped in the sweet, then bringing her head back with a fistful of hair he kissed her, darting his tongue against hers, and as he shared the rich, delicious melting chocolate, his free hand began pinching her nipples.
Her squeals of surprise and pain were muffled by his mouth, and when he finally released her she dropped her head between her arms, moaning as she felt another surge of wetness between her legs.
Cassie was falling into abyss of feeling; scintillating sensations were undulating through her, from her one stinging cheek, to the fullness in her backside, and the sharp pain in her breasts. Moments later, when she felt the ropes wrapping around her wrists securing her to the bars, she sighed in gratitude, relinquishing her grip to the support of her binds.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“You need them tied, don’t you,” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir.”
The blindfold followed, and she sank into the darkness as the soft foam pressed against her skin.
“My pet needs a collar,” he mumbled as he placed it around her neck, “and I have the leash to go with it,” he whispered against her ear, “because I’m gonna to be taking you for a walk later.”
Images of crawling in the dirt outside the van suddenly sprang to life causing goosebumps to pop on her skin, but the fearful idea was quickly discarded when his teasing fingers took up residence inside her pussy, his fingers thrusting inside her.
He started spanking the single reddened cheek as he vigorously frigged her, his attention unceasing until he was satisfied she was a hair’s breath from her orgasm, then stepping back, listening to her breathless moans, he moved her hair and brought his lips to her neck.
“You’re already so close,” he whispered, “and the night is so young.”
“Sir, please,” she begged.
“Oh, no, there is more, much more. You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’ve been impatient, and disobedient, and takin’ far too much control of things, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand unexpectedly slapped down, hard. “OW, OW.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?”
“No, Sir.”
Taking her chin in his hand he kissed her lightly, then moving back to the mounting block he retrieved the short, thick crop with the hand-shaped tongue, the shackles, and a telescoping spreader bar. Laying them on the ground next to her, he returned to the block and picked up his wine, gazing at her fondly.
Such a sexy, naughty girl. You need this so much, to be taken and controlled, have your butt whipped and be made to do as I say.
Taking his time and making her wait he enjoyed another mouthful of wine, then returning to her he pushed her legs apart, wrapped the cuffs around her ankles, and secured the bar.
Stepping back he smiled at her glistening cunt, and picking up the crop he trailed the small, leather hand over her sex, smiling as the gasp escaped her lips.
“You should gasp,” he muttered. “Your tits and ass aren’t the only things that are gonna feel my discipline.”
Her backside wriggled as if shaking its head no, and the already punished cheek was met with a swishing cut from the crop.
“OOWWW!”
“Yep, you need to be punished, don’t, you, Cassie, for so many things.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. “I know the stuff I’ve been doing is wrong.”
“But that didn’t stop you,” he said quickly, landing another blow.
“No, Sir,” she wailed, “but-”
“Nope, you can stop right there. I know all your reasons an’ excuses
, an’ you know they don’t mean crap. I’m not just talkin’ about deletin’ my calls and sneakin’ looks at my phone, I’m talkin’ about bein’ impatient an’ not followin’ the rules around here. I saw you just a couple of weeks ago handlin’ that young colt without any gloves on your hands.”
“Ooh, Sir,” she stammered, “it was only for a few minutes.”
Stepping forward he brought his lips to her ear, moving the crop over her cheeks and pussy as he softly spoke.
“Too lazy to go get some, rules don’t apply to Sassie Cassie. Well, hon, like I told you when you first came here, you don’t follow the rules, you get your butt burned. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you like bein’ made to behave yourself, to listen, and get punished if you don’t. A little filly needs boundaries, and so do you.”
“I do,” she whimpered, “I do.”
Stepping back he placed the leather hand directly on her pussy lips, lifted it up, then brought it down with crack. She bent her knees and wriggled, and he waited calmly until she settled before landing the second. She yelped and squirmed, and again he waited, and when she settled he moved to her side and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Right, young lady, that was a teaser, now be still.”
Cassie held her breath, waiting for what was to come. Her lips were already stinging, and as he tightened his grip around her middle she grit her teeth.
He rested the hand-shaped tongue over her sex, then dispatched a volley of light stinging slaps. They weren’t hard, but the rapid fire delivery created the zing, and she yelped as she tried in vain to pull her pelvis forward.
“You learnin’ Missy?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, “yes, Sir.”
Moving the crop up to her single, scalded cheek he repeated the exercise, jumping the small leather hand across its entire width and breath, leaving bright red splotches in its wake.
“SIR,” she wailed.
He didn’t respond, but dropping the crop he smoothed his palm across her burned skin, before slapping down several times to underscore the punishment.
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