The McGilley Trilogy

by B J Wane

  He didn’t make it to the club the next night. One of the barn cats got into a brawl and needed stitches beyond his ability to do. For the third day in a row, he found himself at the clinic. After Anna tended to the feisty calico, he found himself asking her to dinner again, just as another thank you he told himself repeatedly through fish and chips and a game of pool at another downtown pub. Thursday he had to drive sixty miles east to do a spot follow-up on a recent purchase. New owners of their horses had to agree, in writing, to allow one of the McGilley’s to stop by unannounced for the first year after purchase to ensure the well-being of the horse, a practice that worked well to set their minds at ease. By mid-afternoon he caved to the desire to spend more time with her and before he knew it he was dialing the clinic and asking her if she was free to ride along with him. Her pause had him holding his breath, which had his temper starting to take hold, but then she had simply said yes. The relief he felt did nothing to cap his simmering, self-directed irritation over his failure to stay away from her or keep his thoughts from randomly straying in her direction.

  Come Friday, he found himself anticipating her visit way too much, which royally pissed him off. He liked her way too much, had enjoyed the past few days with her way too much. Yesterday, on the drive back to Lexington, they had made an unplanned stop at one of the historical homes that had been converted into a fine dining restaurant. Dressed in jeans, they stood out, but neither of them seemed to care. Donovan wasn’t a wine and dine them kind of guy and much preferred going to a casual pub when he ate out, but he had enjoyed that dinner as much as the previous ones, which was why he was more determined than ever to make her visit today to check on Belle the last time he would see her. He was convinced she was safe from her abusive past, and that was all he had wanted to do. He was positive after he spent a few hours fucking tonight, this sexual tension and need she aroused in him would be gone.

  The clinic usually closed early on Fridays, but an emergency had Anna running late, an emergency that she had been oddly grateful for. The more time she had spent with Donovan this week, the more she discovered she wanted to explore her sexual fantasies with him, which didn’t make sense because he gave her no indication whatsoever that he wanted her that way. Since meeting him last weekend, he hadn’t touched her, not even casually, yet she had gone home each day with damp panties and images swirling in her head that she hadn’t craved experiencing in over two years.

  It was her interest in kinky sex and her dissatisfaction with their sex life that Todd had inadvertently discovered and that was responsible for his tirade against her. Guilt over her responsibility for that as well as the measures she had been forced to use to save herself had buried her desire for sex of any kind. Until now. Donovan, with his hard, chiseled features and even harder body, seemed to have awakened not only her dormant arousal but her desire to explore the unknown, the alternative sexual practices that promised to deliver those mind blowing climaxes she had never experienced.

  Pulling into the gravel parking area in front of the McGilley stables, she watched the stunning amber gold of the sunset for a moment while she fortified her courage to go through with her plans. Looking down at her jeans and casual shirt, she admitted she certainly didn’t dress to encourage Donovan to agree to her request, but then again, she didn’t think he was the type of man to let a glimpse of cleavage or bare leg sway him. He fell more into the category of fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, which was fine by her as long as he left her with an introduction to the lifestyle she had craved to experience for so long.

  The four college students who worked for Donovan came out the side door and were going to their vehicles as she got out of her truck. They acknowledged her with friendly waves, even the one who had inadvertently exposed her secret. The slight blush that spread across his face and the way he quickly got into one of the trucks made her want to reassure him that she wasn’t put out with him. Well, she thought as she went inside, maybe if she saw him again she could let him know she held no hard feelings toward him.

  Entering the stables, she walked slowly down the neatly swept aisle casually stroking a velvety nose or neck along the way. There was no sign of Donovan, so she let herself into Belle’s stall and did a thorough exam of the mare, marveling at how well she had recovered. The gangly colt was adorable and made her smile as he wobbled around the stall on his long, spindly legs. A soft neigh from the stall next to them drew her attention, and after latching their gate, she peaked over the next one to see Donovan’s new filly.

  “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Donovan asked, coming up beside her and resting his arms on the top of the hatch.

  “Gorgeous. I can’t wait to see her next year when she’s fully grown.”

  For some reason, her comment made him stiffen and move away from her. Looking at him, she noticed the cool look in his usually warm eyes first, second she saw the sheen of sweat on his face and neck and the damp spots on his denim shirt indicating he had been working hard at something. He smelled of hay, horse, sweat and man. Why she found that arousing, she didn’t know, but she did, and the unwelcoming look on his face did nothing to stop the slow curl of lust filling her.

  “How did Belle check out?”

  “Good, surprisingly so. You’ve obviously been taking good care of her. She can be turned out to pasture tomorrow.” It seems he was about as happy with her presence today as he was last week when she had shown up to assist with the delivery.

  Nodding, Donovan ignored the look of hurt and confusion on her face. The sooner he sent her on her way and he got to the club, the sooner he could relieve this damnable tension she was responsible for. “Thanks for everything, Doc. Be sure and include this visit in your bill.”

  Anna watched him simply turn and walk back into his office, casually take a seat behind his desk without bothering to close the door yet effectively shutting her out, and found herself fuming. She wasn’t about to waste the courage she had managed to build up in the last twenty-four hours and even his abrupt, surly attitude wasn’t enough to thwart her intentions.

  Stopping in front of his desk, hands fisted on her hips, she glared down at him as he casually looked up at her and simply raised a brow in inquiry. “Tell me something, Donovan. What exactly were the last few days about? Why did you seek my company every damn day this week?”

  She had a redhead’s temper, he thought with amusement, but then quickly stifled his pleasure. “I told you, I just wanted to make sure you were safe from your abuser.”

  “You did that the first day.”

  “I was just being a friend. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked coolly as he tried to ignore the way her attitude was turning him on to the point of picturing her draped bare assed over his lap.

  “No, not at all.” Turning from him, Anna walked slowly around his neat office, pretended to read and admire the plaques adorning the walls on his prize winning horses while she shored up her nerve. After a few tense moments of silence in which she could feel his eyes boring into her back, she took a deep breath, turned to face him again and blurted out, “What if I want more than friendship? What if I asked you to take me to your club, not Casey’s, but the private one upstairs?”

  Surprise kept him silent as he wondered what she knew about the club. He had seen the interest, the attraction in her eyes these past few days as well as a speculative look he couldn’t decipher. Now he knew what she had been contemplating. The thought of her at the club, of her joining him there and agreeing to his demands both pissed him off and turned him on. It made him angry because that was exactly what he wanted and he knew he couldn’t have. That fact didn’t stop his cock from stiffening into a full erection.

  “What the hell do you know about the second floor of Casey’s?” he asked sharply.

  Anna could feel a warm flush steel over her face, but she didn’t let her embarrassment deter her when she had managed to come so far. “Your brother, Colin, let me and a friend of mine up there a few years ago just to watch
for about thirty minutes. It was…for a special occasion.”

  “And you think eyeing the activities we like to indulge in prepares you to participate?” he asked derisively. “Absolutely not, Anna. You’re not the type of woman to find pleasure in what you’d be subjected to there by me or anyone else.”

  “How do you know?” she demanded. “For that matter, how will I ever know if I don’t experience it first hand?” She was back to glaring at him across the desk, her temper overriding her embarrassment, her hands fisted on her hips.

  “You want to experience my lifestyle first hand?” he questioned silkily. He had to remain seated because his fucking cock was so hard he swore he could drill holes through concrete, but that response just made him determined to give her a short lesson that would either send her running or encourage her. His bet was on her fleeing, which was the only reason he was even considering it.

  “Yes,” she answered bravely, determined to quit letting guilt rule her life. She couldn’t change the past, but that didn’t mean she had to spend the rest of her future paying penance for her actions. Two years and a scarred body was enough penance for her perceived sins.

  “Fine,” he bit out, excitement warring with dread rushing through him as he pushed his chair back from the desk. “Come over here.”

  His dominating attitude thrilled her, had her nipples in hard points and her pussy creaming as she slowly walked around the desk and stood before him.

  “You obeyed that order with no problem, sugar, but let’s see how you do with this one. Pull down your jeans and panties and park yourself face down over my lap.”

  Anna couldn’t stop her eyes from bulging in surprise just as she couldn’t stop the flood of juices seeping from her pussy and soaking her panties. She had come too far, had wanted this for too long and had sacrificed too much to get to this point to back down now. With shaking fingers, her eyes on his defiantly, she unsnapped her jeans before slowly lowering the zipper. Hoping he wasn’t turned off by the size of her ass, she pushed the denim and her plain bikini panties down to mid-thigh then quickly lay over his lap before he could see her mortification.

  Son of a bitch, Donovan thought as she did exactly as he had ordered. One of his fantasies of the past week was happening right now, and as he stared down at the perfection of her lily white round buttocks, he felt his mouth water with the need to touch her. It was obvious this was something she had given a lot of thought to, possibly done more research on than spending that short time in the club observing, and just that quickly his anger at his inability to dissuade her was replaced by the desire to show her the pleasure she had obviously been missing out on. The sight of the end of one of her scars peeking out from her shirt, stopping at the top of her ass, made him want to show her how a little pain, administered just right in the right place, could have her screaming in pleasure instead of agony.

  Running one finger very lightly over the puckered flesh, ignoring the way she stiffened, he said, “I’m going to show you the difference between the agony of this pain and the pleasure of this pain.” He brought his hand down sharply on her right cheek and before she could gasp in surprise, he was rubbing the offending mark with a soothing caress. “You have a bright red spot on your white cheek and the sight of it makes my cock itch to be inside you.” He jerked his cock against her soft stomach and was rewarded with her quiet moan and the loosening of her stiff body.

  The vulnerability she had been experiencing over her position had faded with that slap, replaced almost instantly with a surge of heat between her legs as the slight sting on her ass increased her arousal tenfold. His hand stroking her buttock made her shudder with longing, but for what exactly she wasn’t sure. She had never imagined her ass could be such an erogenous zone, but from the way her pussy was swelling, she was discovering the pleasure that area could give her.

  The next slap jarred her out of the lull of complacency she had slipped into and she cried out more in surprise than pain. He quickly followed up with another soothing caress, but this one didn’t last as long, another jarring smack came all too quickly. Smack, caress, smack, caress, the repetition came in a steady rhythm while his other hand rubbed up and down her back, his fingers kneading her muscles, keeping her as pliant as softened warm wax when she wanted to tense up.

  “Your ass looks fucking awesome,” Donovan rasped as he gazed at the dark pink color covering both buttocks now, the warmth of her skin under his palm making him itch to feel a similar warmth surrounding his cock. He could see her cream seeping from her swollen folds, coating her thighs in invitation, an invite he had no intention of taking her up on. This was for her, his sacrifice to help atone for the pain someone else had caused her.

  He followed the next, harder swat with a slow inspection of those damp folds, barely entering between them, just enough to confirm she was enjoying what he was doing. When her vaginal walls clutched at the tip of his finger, he smiled and pulled back to land another sharp crack on her left cheek. “Not yet, Anna. I’ll let you know when you can come.”

  Anna swore under her breath in frustration. Her arousal had never been so high, so out of control. Her ass burned, her cheeks throbbed and the dull ache that encompassed her whole backside speared downward to her pussy, setting that neglected part of her on fire with a need so strong she felt she could explode with just the slightest touch.

  “Donovan, please, what are you doing to me?”

  “I’m giving you a taste of what you said you wanted to experience.” His next slap was lighter followed by kneading her soft flesh until she was moaning and grinding her hips against his muscled thigh. Chuckling at her response, he said, “You like that. You have a very sensitive ass, sugar. I like that.”

  Turning her head, she glared up at him through her curtain of red hair, the spark in her grey eyes clearly visible. “I never knew I did until now. I swear, if you don’t let me come I’m going to…” she trailed off, unsure exactly what she would do.

  “You’re going to wait, that’s what you’re going to do,” he told her sternly as he landed a harder blow in the middle of her buttocks. “Because we’re doing this my way. Sex, any kind of sex with me, is always on my terms, Anna.” Donovan released a barrage of smacks over both buttocks, some sharp, some lighter, until she was writhing enough to topple off his lap. Using his other hand to knead her now red hot flesh, he slipped his right hand between her legs and stroked her wet seam again.

  Anna shuddered with longing, her face feeling as red as her ass as she lifted against his hands in a silent plea for more. When he penetrated her with two fingers she moaned loud and long, clamping her muscles around him in an effort to hold him in her. It had been over two years since she had sex, a long time since she had felt anything stroking her with the intention of giving her pleasure, and she almost wept with the pleasure of being filled again, even with fingers she felt were much smaller than the hard, thick cock poking her stomach.

  When he just stroked her sheath, finger fucked her with slow precision, studiously avoiding any contact with her clit, his other hand making a constant thorough exploration of her aching buttocks, she bit her lip in frustration and whimpered in aching need. “Please,” she whispered so low she didn’t think he could hear her until he answered.

  “All right, Doc, you’ve been a good student, especially for a newbie.” In truth, Donovan didn’t think he could hold back much longer himself. He was dying to see her splinter apart, and with just a light graze over her clit, she did just that. Her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers, her juices soaking not only his fingers but his hand and down to his wrist as her climax erupted in a heated gush.

  Anna’s entire body exploded with heat and light followed by pleasure so consuming it sent the past receding until all that remained was the white hot ecstasy filling her. Forget everything she had read and saw, nothing came close to describing the incredible feeling sweeping her to a place she never wanted to leave. She felt her hips jerking against his marauding hand an
d heard her voice crying out hoarsely, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was she had finally achieved a climax that made the wait worthwhile.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  That whole scene had backfired on him and Donovan wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Watching Anna wriggle into her jeans, covering up that still pink enticing ass, he was tempted to release his cock and urge her to her knees in front of him. It would be only fair, he thought rather cynically, as she was the one who caused his discomfort. Watching her come apart over his lap had affected him stronger than he would have ever imagined. He could have sworn she would balk at his dictate, and when she didn’t he couldn’t have foreseen the impact bringing her so much pleasure she cried out with it would have on him.

  Anna deserved pleasure, an abundance of it, he thought as she covered the tail end of her scars with her jeans. He wondered what she’d do now that she had gotten a taste of what she had been fantasizing about. He hadn’t changed his mind about fucking her. One over the knee encounter definitely didn’t prepare her for a round of hard fucking with him. But he wasn’t sure, now that she had a taste of the forbidden and liked it, that she would let his refusal stop her from moving forward. When she turned back around and faced him with the normally benign look in her grey eyes replaced with excitement and expectancy, he knew she wouldn’t. Her breathless plea confirmed it.

  “Now will you take me to the club?” Anna was still pulsing from her climax, the lingering pleasure humming through her body, making her ache for more. For those few brief seconds of ecstasy she had been able to forget all the heartache and pain of the past and simply bask in the moment. Donovan’s guarded look didn’t bode well for any future encounters with him, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her when she had finally managed one of those awesome orgasms she had only read about before now.