Stripped (Dominated By The Billionaire) Guilty Pleasures #2 - BBW Erotic Romance

by Adriana Hunter

  “Come on. Let’s go out to the barns. There are a few friends out there I’d like you to meet.”

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  The first friend turned out to be a beautiful chestnut horse in a paddock near the house. Chase whistled and the horse’s head came up instantly. He made those throaty noises horses make and came up alongside the fence, his body shining in the sun. Chase had an apple for him and he bit into it, snapping it in half with his big horse teeth. I took a step backward as he thrust its nose over the top of the wooden fence, curious to see if I had any apples, or if I was edible.

  “Don’t be afraid. Chisholm is a big pussycat. Unless you’re a mare in season.”

  “I’m a city girl. These things are bigger than my car. And I don’t know what ‘in season’ means.”

  “It means receptive for breeding.” Chase took my hand, holding it against the horse’s nose. It was velvety smooth. I gave an experimental pat and the horse made a pleasant noise in response.

  “He likes you. He’s got good taste in fillies.” He patted the horse’s neck. “Let’s go see my favorite girl.”

  Chase took me into the barn. It was a dim, dusty cool, smelling of hay and horses. We walked down the center, stalls on either side. Most seemed empty, but down at the end I heard horse noises, saw a sleek black head pop over the stall door.

  “This is my baby. Celeste, meet Abby.” The horse wasn’t the least interested in me. She nuzzled Chase, looking for the apple he had in his pocket. He patted her neck and scratched her ears while she chomped on the apple.

  “Celeste and me go way back.” He was looking at the horse with affection.

  “She’s my best mare. She was the first horse born here, the start of the whole thing.” He scratched her neck for a moment longer, then looked at me.

  “She’s the only female in my life who’s never broken my heart.” Said by anyone else, without Chase’s easy grin, it would have sounded like a bad country western song.

  We wandered out the other end of the barn, away from the house. There was a maze of fences and gates, and several more barns. The furthest away seemed to have some kind of activity involving horses. There were several pickup trucks parked beside it and I could see various men coming and going, one holding the lead of a brown and white horse, who stood placidly by a fence.

  “They’re breeding one of the fillies today. First time.” Chase looked at me.

  “You want to watch?”

  I wasn’t sure. But Chase had already started down the lane that led between two fences.

  We stood at the fence, watching as a man led a huge gray stallion out of the barn. As soon as he was near the filly, he began tossing his head, rearing and pulling against the lead. The filly turned her head, watching as he approached.

  “He smells her; he can tell if she’s receptive by how she smells.”

  I nodded, too engrossed in what was going on to reply. There was an air of anticipation among the assembled men, a general movement aimed at getting the two horses together, and a strange undercurrent of excitement. Or maybe it was just my excitement.

  And then I watched in jaw-dropped awe as the stallion went through his paces. It came to me with a jolt that I’d never seen any animals mate. To say it was primal would be an understatement.

  One of the ranch hands had come up to talk briefly with Chase after it was over and the horses had been led back to wherever they go, I hoped for aftercare. I thought they’d certainly need it. The stallion had, at one point, sunk his teeth into the filly’s neck, his hooves thrashing against her back.

  Chase took my elbow. “Seen enough?” He was laughing gently.

  “It’s always interesting to see the reaction on someone’s face the first time they see a horse bred.”

  “It’s…well…he’s really big.”

  “Yes, ma’am. He’s a big boy. He stands sixteen point three hands at the withers…that’s just about your height, I guess, at his shoulder.” Chase looked down at me, a glint in his eye.

  “But I’m thinking you didn’t really mean how tall his is, now did you?”

  I hadn’t, but wasn’t going to admit that now.

  Chase took me back through the barn where Celeste had her stall. He stopped in the cool shade inside, pulling me toward him, his arms around my waist, holding me hard against his body. His shirt was warm from the sun, the smell of hay and horse in the barn mixing with his own scent, something spicy, pleasantly sharp over deep warmth.

  He held me a moment, his eyes traveling over my face, and then he claimed my mouth with a fiery kiss. There was nothing tentative, no questioning that I wanted what he did. The kiss, and his body, said it all.

  And my body agreed. I returned his kiss with a strength that surprised me. Whether it was watching the horses or the fresh air, or more likely, just Chase, I was instantly hot, my body vibrating with arousal.

  Chase felt all that. Like the stallion; I bet he can smell it on me.

  He broke away, turning sharply, pulling me with him, through a nearby door. There was a distinctive smell, horse-like but something else: the pleasant smell of leather lay heavy in the air.

  The door slammed shut behind us and we were instantly pulling at each other’s clothes. Chase had the snap and zipper down on my jeans in one swift movement, pulling them down my hips, helping me strip them off my legs. His big hands clutched my ass, pulling me against his erection, hard and insistent, straining against the front of his jeans. I could feel the heat; the hardness and I knew if he ran a hand between my legs, it would come back wet.

  My fingers were busy with the buttons on his shirt, finally getting enough undone to expose a broad expanse of chest, lightly covered in auburn hair. My hands roamed across his skin, finding his dark nipples with my mouth, licking and sucking, feeling them grow hard beneath my tongue.

  Chase finally pushed me away with a gasp, reaching out to tug my shirt over my head. He made quick work of my bra and then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them together, palming them hard, his eyes hot as they watched the nipples grow hard at his touch.

  We were both breathing hard and fast as Chase stepped back from me, undoing the buttons on his jeans, pulling them down his legs.

  My hands reached for him but before I could get my hands on his hard cock, he had me around the waist, lifting me up, setting my ass on the long bench that ran the length of the room.

  “Spread your legs, Abby. Let me fuck you.” His hands were on my thighs, pushing them apart, before he grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bench. The rough wood made the still sensitive skin of my ass burn and I gasped, loving the feel, the reminder of my time with Chase at the club. I leaned back, my pussy exposed to Chase, knowing I was wet enough for him to see.

  With one thrust he entered me, burying his cock to the hilt. I cried out, the suddenness of his entry surprising me, his length and girth stretching me. He wasted no time in setting a pounding pace, thrusting hard and fast, one hand around my back, the other holding one full breast to his mouth as he sucked hard, his mouth and tongue matching the intensity of his thrusts into my body.

  I was helpless to move, held tight by his strong arms, by the position I was in, with my legs wrapped around his waist. Chase was in total control; I was at his mercy, bound without ropes this time, and I let him use me as he wanted. My body responded to his every touch, whether mouth or tongue, hand or cock, with a visceral response, starting deep inside, spiraling upward, until I felt I would explode.

  We were melded together, our bodies and our voices…our noises…echoing and repeating in the confines of the small room. Chase abandoned my breasts, gasping against my shoulder, his breath hot and harsh against my skin. There was a new urgency to his thrusting and my body responded, muscles contracting, my legs gripping him hard, pulling him toward his climax.

  And when it happened, it was a noisy affair. I expected to be bitten, much as the filly had been, gouged and torn by sharp hooves, and it was pretty damn close, for both of us. />
  Chase almost pulled me off the edge of the bench, holding me so hard I could feel each finger digging into my flesh. His mouth was pressed against my neck, the edges of his teeth grazing my skin. His thrusts had taken on that random quality, erratic and sharp, but so erotic, something far beyond his control.

  His cry of release was muffled against my shoulder, his cock rammed as far as he could force it into my body, pulsating warmth filling me. I felt my muscles contract around him, my cry loud and clear, head thrown back as I raked my fingernails across his back, my heels dug into the small of his back, holding on for all I was worth.

  Long minutes passed. Chase still held me but we’d stopped making our respective noises, only our loud breathing filling the room. I became aware of a distant thudding, like someone knocking on a door.

  Chase lifted his head, perspiration darkening the hair along his forehead and temples. The smile on his face was full of his satisfaction and I knew mine looked the same way. But the thumping distracted me. My body stiffened at the thought of being discovered, locked in Chase’s arms, naked and exposed.

  “It’s only Celeste. She’s probably jealous; she knows what we’re doing.”

  With a gentleness that surprised me, he released me, helping me down from the bench. We got dressed, moving slowly, recovering the feeling in our limbs.

  “You want to come up and have a drink at the house? I think we earned a cold one and a long sit on the porch.” He took my hand, leading me out of the tack room and through the barn. I could see Celeste’s head thrust over the stall door as we left the barn.

  We did have a cold one, many cold ones, sitting in the shade of the porch. Talk was easy and rambling, interrupted by long stretches of comfortable silences. The view from the porch was beautiful, rolling fields full of wildflowers.

  I finally turned to him, a bit emboldened by alcohol, the questions I’d been mulling over in my mind finally tumbling out.

  “You’ve made some references to Jake, that you know him, that he’s had relationships at the club. What can you tell me about those?”

  It was late afternoon, the sun sending slanting rays across the fields. Chase was squinting into the sun, looking off across what must have been acres of his ranch.

  He turned to me, one eyebrow raised. “Jake didn’t tell you? Not surprised. He’s a man of many secrets.” He took a long pull on his beer. “I guess we all are, come to that.”

  Chase sat forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, holding the neck of the beer bottle between his knees. His gaze was focused on the porch floor in front of him. His voice was low, not the sexy voice that sent a thrill down my spine, but with an edge to it. It sent a chill through me, and not a chill of arousal.

  “Jake…Jake’s good at keeping secrets. And he’s got some pretty dark ones. As much as I’d like to be the one to tell you, I can’t. Not now. You should ask him. I can say though, if he hasn’t been honest with you before now, I’m not sure he’s going to suddenly come clean.”

  Chase turned to me again, his eyes intense, almost amber in the setting sun. “But if you’re going to continue this relationship with him, as his submissive, I think you better get him to tell you. As in any relationship, trust is vital. And in your type of relationship, it’s more important than you realize.”

  I was quiet, the pleasant buzz of the alcohol suddenly gone. While I wasn’t sure what I expected Chase to say, I know that wasn’t it.

  He stood, setting his beer bottle down, reaching for my hand.

  “Come on. I still have one wing of the house to show you.”

  I followed willingly, pulled in the wake of Chase’s unspoken but all too obvious desires. I wanted what he wanted, as much of it as I could get before I headed home.

  The master bedroom was as comfortable and rustic as the lower level, the hard edges of wood and stone softened by overstuffed chairs and a bed covered in a handmade quilt. There was a fireplace in this room, although not as massive as the ones downstairs.

  Chase spun me around, his hands on my arms, fingers digging in to my upper arms. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with arousal. My breath caught in my throat at the strength of his grasp. There was an instant where I wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

  But he pulled me against his chest, his mouth on mine in a now-familiar kiss that bruised my lips against my teeth, this tongue thrusting into my mouth. I received him fully, opening my mouth to him, my tongue meeting him thrust for thrust.

  His hands were roaming restlessly over my body, pulling at my shirt, sliding his hands beneath it to grope my breasts. I stepped away from him, struggling out of my shirt before he pulled me back to him.

  His erection was pressed against my stomach, hard and hot. My fingers found their way to the buttons on his jeans, pulling and tugging them open, sliding my hand down to cup his cock and balls, making him grunt and push against my hand.

  I was impatient to get at his body and, surprising myself, I reached up, tearing the front of his shirt, buttons popping off, clicking on the hardwood floor. I felt more than heard Chase grunt against my mouth, felt his lips curve into a smile.

  In one swift movement, Chase lifted me, tossing me on to the bed. I’m not used to being tossed by anyone and it caught me off guard. Chase laughed, his eyes glinting, sensing my discomfort and apparently enjoying it.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  My eyes widened. I wasn’t afraid of Chase, but the wildness and unpredictability of him startled me. But it was that same wildness and unpredictability that lit a fire inside me like no one else ever had. His uncontrolled passion was what drew me to him, making me the clichéd moth to his flame.

  His hands were pulling at my jeans, tugging them down my legs. He stripped his jeans off, taking his ruined shirt off, leaving him naked, standing at the edge of the bed.

  Chase’s strong hands pushed my legs apart, his eyes traveling hungrily over my body. He climbed on the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs. I knew exactly what he was going to do and my hips began twitching in anticipation, and I heard myself making small whimpering noises. Chase smiled down at me, a roguish glint in his eye.

  “I can’t wait to taste you, Abby.”

  I shuddered briefly as he ran his tongue the length of my pussy, stopping to flicker over my clit. With consummate skill, he began his assault, licking and sucking, his tongue seeming everywhere at once, probing deeply, and skimming the edges, his lips brushing against my soft folds.

  At one point I felt his teeth graze my clit, catching my breath at the sudden sharpness as he bit gently, tugging and pulling, before sucking it into his mouth.

  I was clutching the sheets, my head thrashing from side to side, wanting this to continue but wanting more, wanting to touch Chase, feel his body beneath my hands, to have his cock in my mouth.

  Sitting up, I squirmed away from him, his startled look making me smile. I didn’t think many women, or me, managed to startle with Chase.

  “Come here. It’s my turn.” I pulled him by arm and he came willingly, a knowing smile replacing his surprise, kneeling beside me on the bed.

  Sitting up, I grabbed his cock, pulling it toward my mouth, licking the head, running my tongue over and over the slit in the end, down the sensitive underside of the head.

  I pulled his length into my mouth, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around his shaft. He was looking down, watching every move I made as his cock slid between my lips.

  He reached one hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit, thrusting his fingers into my wet pussy. I moaned against his cock, briefly closing my eyes as his fingers pulled and rubbed my clit, my hips arching up in response.

  Before long, Chase was moaning, rocking his hips back and forth, his eyes still watching intently, his breathing harsh. His fingers were still aggressively thrusting into me, harder, just on the verge of being uncomfortable. But my body was responding, my legs spread far apart, hips rolling, bucking against his hand.

/>   And then it was all too much, for both of us. With a cry that sounded almost desperate, Chase pulled himself away from me, climbing between my legs. He grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling me up, pulling my legs further apart.

  He was on his knees between my legs, his spread wide, his cock wet with my spit. There was a fierce, almost savage, look in his eyes. He paused, looking down at me, breath rasping from his throat.

  A small part of me recoiled from the intensity of his gaze, but the rest of me, the wild part, wanted him so badly, wanted whatever he was going to do to me. I rose up on my elbows, meeting his gaze, breathing hard.

  “Do it, Chase. Now.” I was breathing just as hard. “Oh, god…take me…use me. Do it now!”

  And he did. He thrust into me and kept going, driving himself into me at a merciless pace. His hard thighs were hitting the backs of my legs, pushing me across the bed. Chase roughly grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me up his thighs, slamming his cock into me over and over.

  I braced my arms on the bed, arching up, helpless in his grasp as he took control, using my body, taking his pleasure while giving me mine. I was, again, at his mercy, under his dominance. And I loved it.

  When I came, there was no stopping it, or Chase. He drove right through my bucking and thrashing, my desperate cries. All I could do was arch up against him, let my body take control and ride the ever-increasing waves of ecstasy.

  But Chase wasn’t finished with me. My orgasm peaked and then held, as he continued his frenzied thrusting. I was shaking, my arms tired, my legs quivering, my mind, I realized, heading to that place I’d gone when Chase had bound me with rope. Everything was too much…but I wanted more.

  Chase’s cry, his almost-scream, brought me back. His head was thrown back, his hips thrust forward, eyes tightly shut. I could feel every nuance of his cock inside me, feel it harden even more, the first pulses as his orgasm broke, the hot rush of fluid as he ejaculated. He made short sharp jabs into me, grimacing with each, his cries finally softening as he came down from the peak of his orgasm.