“And there isn’t much better than that,” Lawrence chimed in. “What the hell are you laughing at?” he asked his wife, who had caught a case of the giggles. “You okay?”
“I’m doing fine, but I believe we’ve bragged up Rocketman enough. Jared was going to show us his filly, weren’t you?”
“I’ve asked the groom to bring her out. She’s in the next barn over.”
Kitty watched Jared puff with pride as he looked toward the alley way. This man was into his horses. She followed his line of sight and saw the familiar groom leading a high stepping chestnut toward them. The haughty animal tossed her head from side to side, pranced and then settled, letting Jared run his hands up and down her legs. Kitty knew he was double checking for hot spots in her knees and tendons. The groom had likely done that first thing in the morning. The trainer would’ve followed suit, and now the owner. One could never be too cautious with a racehorse.
“Do you like her?” Jared asked, glancing up at Kitty while checking a front hoof.
“She’s stunning—almost red in color, but she seems to have a mind of her own.”
“That’s the way I like my women,” Jared quipped, standing to massage the filly’s shoulders. “She’ll run her heart out for me.”
Kitty stepped back quickly when the filly bared her teeth.
“Don’t mind her,” Jared said. “She won’t bite. She’s a tease. What she’s really looking for is attention and a treat.” Jared reached into his jacket pocket. “Here, give her a couple of these and she’ll be your friend forever.”
Kitty took three small carrots from Jared’s hand. She eyed the filly, whose attention was now focused on her. “You going to be a good girl?” She laid a carrot in the palm of her hand and let the filly scarf it up with her tongue. She’d already learned not to put her fingers in a horse’s mouth—they did have sharp teeth and strong jaws. Temporarily satisfied, the filly raised her head and nodded, looking for the other carrots.
“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” Kitty offered her the second carrot and then the third. “I bet you turn all the guys’ heads.” The filly pranced from side to side.
“Careful,” Jared cautioned. “She hasn’t worked yet this morning. She’s up on her toes. She really likes to race. She loves competition, but she’ll have to wait couple more weeks for that. So when did you say your guy was running next?” he asked, looking at Lawrence.
“We have him nominated for a stakes coming up next weekend. If all goes well, he’ll be in it.”
Jared chuckled and nodded at the groom to take the filly back to her stall. “If all goes well is the mantra of horse folks.” He frowned at his filly disappearing down the alley. “Keeping them healthy and willing isn’t an easy task. I don’t envy the trainer his job.”
“Me either.”
“So do you plan on using Rocketman at stud?”
Lawrence shrugged. “Hope to. He’s competitive in grade two and three stakes. That’s enough for some people. I’d like to see him at least place in a grade one before going too far with that dream.”
“He’s got an excellent pedigree,” Jared offered. “You can’t underestimate good breeding when making that choice. I know the track record is important, but I’ll take a chance on generations of good breeding, even without the most stellar race record. It can be terribly disappointing and a huge drain of money to back a top race horse and then find he’s a wimp in the breeding shed.”
“Sounds like you might be interested in my stud,” Kitty said, unable to contain her amusement, “for your filly. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
“I don’t see the humor,” Jared said quickly. “They’re a well matched pair on paper. His temperament is a little less fiery, a little less flighty. But they both have super conformation, good bone, and I expect they’re both poetry in motion on the track.”
Kitty flashed an eyebrow at Jared, who seemed to be thinking only about horses. He cast her a confused look, scowled, then blushed profusely.
Lawrence and Rebecca both laughed.
Jared huffed, apparently looking for some appropriate comeback.
“Come on,” Kitty said, before he could dig himself a deeper hole. “Let’s go see some races. Breeding prospects can be considered at a later time. I feel like a winner today, don’t you?”
“Right,” Jared drawled, letting her lead them back toward the stands.
Kitty didn’t bother trying to explain the extra little bounce in her step. She enjoyed sharing Jared with her friends. They all seemed to hit it off quite nicely. Of course, they shared a common interest in horses.
She gave Jared a sidelong glance. His breathing had returned to normal. Did he wonder if his passion for horses had gotten him in trouble with her? Clearly, while some of the earlier discussion might’ve been tongue-in-cheek at times, his assessment of breeding prospects was purely horsey. He hadn’t been playing to her. He’d been seriously weighing the merits of a particular match between her stud and his filly.
What had he thought when he realized his audience was traveling down two paths at the same time?
She hoped he appreciated being rescued from any more embarrassment. She wasn’t looking for breeding prospects. She grinned. If she was looking for a stud, Jared Jacobs would fill the bill quite nicely.
She interlaced their fingers. His gripped hers strongly. She wondered if he was having similar thoughts. Hers were crystal clear and focused: how long would they have to remain at the track before she could take her stud back to bed and let him ravish her?
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“That tickles,” Kitty squealed, clearly not trying at all to hide her broad smile.
“I thought it might,” Jared said, letting the fringe of the long yellow Thai silk scarf draped around her neck graze the taut nipple of one breast.
“Don’t ignore the other one.”
“I don’t intend to.” He let the scarf dip in her cleavage. He laughed when her eyes rounded, then he let the sash rest against the other breast before dragging it up and over the hard nipple.
“Torture,” Kitty purred. “But sweet torture.”
He nodded. Slowly, he dragged the end of the scarf down the centerline of her chest and belly, pausing to tease her belly button before proceeding lower. Kitty gulped for air as he brushed and re-brushed the sensitive line between her navel and the apex of her pubis. He smiled when he heard her soft moans and watched her labia swelling, expanding and opening just enough to provide him with a pinkish view.
She was primed, but not as primed as he wanted her.
Laughing as Kitty suggestively tilted her pelvis, he shook his head, avoided direct contact with her pussy and guided the silk down the length of one thigh and leg. She tensed and relaxed under his silky assault.
He held both ends of the silken sash in his hand, wrapped her foot, and massaged first one toe and then the next. Her squeals intensified. She stuck her tongue out. He moved to the second foot and gave it a silken massage also.
“Cripes, I’m exhausted, and you haven’t even gotten there yet.”
“Is the lady protesting?” Jared eased the scarf back up toward the long-intended target.
“Nooo. Not at all. You’re wonderful, you know.”
“A woman will say anything when she wants a man to please her.” Her labia glistened by the time he let the silk fringes settle between her engorged lips.
“Oh, God. Have mercy.”
“Not this time, babe.” Jared easily lifted her butt and slid one end of the scarf under it. Quickly, he had her loins encased in silk and handed the ends of the scarf to her care. “I won’t be needing these for awhile. You may find a use for them.”
Her fingers curled around the scarf and he settled between her legs. He laved the silk around the edges of her pussy and then looked up with a grin. “Isn’t it amazing how silk feels when it gets wet—your juices and my tongue.”
She tugged on the silk scarf, increasing the pressure against her loins, and nodded jerkily.
“Make me come, Jared.”
“Like this?” He tongued the silk covering her pussy and pushed a little inside her folds.
“Oh, yeah. That’ll do it. A little more.”
He lifted his head and shook it when he saw her distressed glower. “Not yet,” he whispered, retrieving the scarf. “Not nearly yet. You won’t come until I’m ready for you to come.”
He laughed as her gaze burned into him. He grabbed her wrist and tied one end of the scarf loosely around it. Her eyes rounded with awareness. Her lower lip trembled slightly when he tied the overlap of the knot around a bedpost. She didn’t move when he reached for her other wrist. “You know what I’m going to do?”
She nodded. “You’re going to ravish me.” She turned to watch him secure the second wrist.
He settled back to kneel between her legs and appreciate the view. “I knew you’d look gorgeous bound with that scarf.”
“Is this why you bought it for me?” she asked, testing the knots by pulling a little.
He smiled and tugged on his mustache. “Oh, I figured it’d have lots of uses, but mainly it reminded me of you. I’ll never forget this image of you splayed out waiting for me to make you come.” He worked his hand slowly up and down the length of his cock. “Are you ready for this?”
“You know I am,” she grunted. “Past ready.”
“Am I going too slow for you? Too bad you can’t hurry things along by strumming your clit.” He grinned as her fingers curled and uncurled.
He slid his cock up and down her slick crevice. She rocked her pelvis, demanding more. He shook his head. “Don’t try to tell me what to do. The more you try to help, the longer it’ll take. Understand?”
She nodded.
He didn’t know she could look so meek. “That’s better. Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”
He pressed inward, sinking his cock into her vaginal heat. She gasped. He never paused until he was seated in her depths. She began to raise her legs and he shook his head no. “Do I have to tie your feet, too?”
“No,” she whispered, stretching out prone beneath him.
“That’s better. If I want you to join in, I’ll let you know.” He gave her a half smile. “You are loving this, aren’t you?”
“Nearly as much as I’ll love tying you up.”
“Easy, woman, don’t tempt fate while you’re tied up. That’s not a good strategy. Now where was I? Oh, yes,” he said, leaning forward to hover above her with his weight on his extended palms and arms. He dipped his head to kiss one nipple and then the other. Kitty cooed with each touch and he was somewhat surprised she made no more effort to encourage his progress with her legs.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
Wide-eyed, she complied. He teased the roof of her mouth with his tongue and rotated his cockhead from side to side just inside her vagina. He swallowed her gasp and then drove his tongue and cock deeper. He watched her eyes blink shut and open just as quickly as he drove in and out of her mouth and pussy.
Stopping abruptly, he lifted his head and winked. “That was close.”
Her glower assured him he was right. “I could pull out of your pussy and finish in your mouth. Would you like me to fuck your mouth while your hands are tied?”
“Whatever you want.”
He flexed in and out of her a few more times before stopping. “Or I could finish in your ass. You’ve been wanting me to do that, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Or I could let you come right where I am.” He settled back on his knees. He grazed a finger along the side of her exposed clit. “The French are fond of calling this a woman’s petite erection.” He stroked it between thumb and forefinger. “If I do this long enough, will you come for me?”
Kitty’s eyes shifted wildly from side to side. He chuckled as she pulled on her wrists. “Slow and easy,” he said. “Contrary to what you must be thinking, slow is often better.” He maintained the same steady pace along her engorged clit and listened intently to Kitty’s panting. Her eyes rounded, telling him she was very close. He glanced down at her clit. “Damn, I didn’t think she could get any larger.” Kitty’s vagina squeezed his cock tight.
He didn’t move except for the rhythmic motion of finger and thumb. “Almost, girl. Come for me.”
“Oh fucking yes! I’m coming. I’m lost.”
Immediately, Jared left her clitoris, reared back and began pumping in and out of her pussy, seeking his own release. His howls mingled with hers as he spurted repeatedly. His thighs jerked haphazardly, as if there was more.
Gasping for air, he slid up Kitty’s perspiring body. She wrapped her legs around his butt. “Kiss me, you bastard,” she said at last.
He started with the corner of her mouth and worked slowly to the other corner. He eyed her cautiously. “Are you okay?”
“As okay as any girl could be who lost count of her orgasms. Jesus, that was exquisite. Do you do that thing with the clit for all your women? That was a first for me.”
He chuckled against her neck. “That pleases me immensely. You do have a very responsive clit.”
“Umm. If we’re done congratulating each other, do you think you could untie me?”
“Of course. I’m sorry. I forgot.” He untied the knots, handed her the scarf and watched her sniff the area that had encased her loins. “So maybe you did have something to offer that hasn’t been tried or used?”
“Maybe I did,” Kitty said with pride. He watched her brush her clitoral area and vulva gingerly. “But my clit may be off limits for a few days after that.” She dangled the scarf before his eyes, letting one end drift down to his limp cock. “I knew this gift would be useful. I hope you’re looking forward to me using it on you as much as I am.”
“But not tonight?” He swallowed.
She shook her head. “I want my reservoir full when I come after you with this. Right now I’m completely drained.” She yawned. “I don’t know about you—I’m about ready to fall asleep. Can we cuddle?”
“I wouldn’t want to displease the lady,” Jared said, wrapping his arms around Kitty and tugging her close. By the time he kissed her forehead she was asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Stretching, Kitty yawned and groaned at muscles still complaining from the previous night’s overuse. She hadn’t realized how taut she must’ve held her body when she and Jared played with the silk scarf. She dipped her hand under the sheet to say good morning to her still chafed vulva. Closing her eyes, she hated to admit it, but a bare pussy offered no protection from the kind of friction it had been subjected to so recently.
At least she’d allayed her fears that Jared might be too much of a gentleman. He’d almost taken a perverse delight in prolonging her orgasm. And he’d known with her wrists tied to the bedposts, she was entirely at his mercy. She patted her pussy and nearly purred. He’d shown very little mercy. But then she wouldn’t be showing him any when she had him tied down.
She tossed an arm to the side to check on her handsome tormentor. Nothing. Her eyes popped wide open. “What the…”
She jerked to a sitting position and checked the alarm clock. Heaving a sigh, she tossed her head from side to side. She never slept this late, even on a Sunday morning.
She sniffed the air. Damn, was that coffee? She slipped off the bed and hoped her legs could still work. To her surprise, they did. Quickly, she made a stop in the bathroom and then put on a robe and headed out of the bedroom.
As she made her way down the stairs, the coffee aroma became pleasantly pungent. Kitty crossed the dining room to the kitchen and started to say good morning when she realized Jared wasn’t in the kitchen, either.
She scowled. The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she peeked down at her bare toes sticking out from beneath the robe. She tried not to think. She tried to ignore the sense of things not being right. Where the hell was he?
She turned to the coffeemaker and gasped. There next to it was note. Didn’t he eve
n have the balls to tell her in person he was dumping her?
Picking up the note, Kitty tried to focus on the words shaking before her eyes.
Hi Kitty,
Sorry, but I have to be in London ASAP. Things have gone to hell there with one of my suppliers. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you.
Trust that wasn’t too much for you last night. I’ll never forget that image or your squeals.
Hope the coffee isn’t too strong. See ya.
JJ
“What the fuck?” Kitty read over the words once more before balling up the paper and tossing it in the trash.
“Hope the coffee isn’t too strong.” Weren’t those lovely words for a final parting?
The guy had no flair with goodbyes.
Kitty tried not to sniffle. She swiped the back of her fists across her eyes. “The bastard.” She’d just begun to look forward to an affair that might last more than a week or two. She’d even wondered what his ranch looked like.
And she’d looked forward to knocking that devilish smirk off his face when she had him tied up so she could play with whatever she wanted to bring him to an excruciatingly slow climax. She owed him that.
She poured a cup of coffee and plopped down on a kitchen chair. She took a sip and shook her head. It was strong. She took another sip. But not too strong.
Would she ever see Jared Jacobs again? Highly unlikely. But if she did, there would be hell to pay. She’d exact more than a pound of flesh.
Would he call? She shrugged. Did she even want him to call?
She’d learned the best way to get over a man was to take on another one. There were plenty for her to choose from.
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