She just stared at him, trying to process this new tone, but at last she turned on her heel and stalked out, clearly displeased with his daring. Who was he to make a request of her?
This was the side of Amber that he hated. He sighed as he changed into jeans and a tee, pulling on a pair of well-worn cowboy boots. Oh well. He’d made his arrangements, and he’d never have to deal with her touchiness again after today. He glanced at the letter lying on the bureau. It was a shame, though, leaving without experiencing that amazing body of hers. He could picture those deep blue eyes of hers rolling back, her mouth wide open as some lucky man fucked the abrasiveness out of her. He should be that man. Lord knew he’d earned it.
The thought was dangerous. It was taboo. It was irresistible, and he had nothing to lose at this point. He stuffed his letter of resignation into his satchel and rummaged in his toolbox for a pair of scissors and a cord, the two things he would need to carry out his newly hatched plan. His mind kept pace with his feet as he rushed to meet her. Ms. Paden’s father hadn’t hired him for sluggish thinking.
As he expected, Amber wasn’t at the stables when he arrived. Good, he thought as he hurried in to find her horse, Rocker. Smiling, he saddled the horse with her endurance saddle and shortened the stirrups a few inches. He stood back and appraised his work. Even though the saddle had no horn, that front ridge might cause issue. He rolled up a blanket and secured it on each end, slipping the loose portion under the front of the saddle. He tested it for softness and, satisfied, began his other preparations.
Amber’s voice cut through the air. “Why don’t you have your horse saddled?” He could feel her disapproving glare. “I told you we’re going riding. Not I’m going riding.” She strode up to the horse. “This is the wrong saddle, idiot,” she snapped. “Fix it.”
Kevin folded his arms across his chest. “No,” he said quietly.
“What?!” She turned around as slowly as Kevin had spoken.
“I said, ‘No,’” he repeated.
“How dare you?” Her voice was beginning to quaver.
Good. She deserves the stress. I hope it gives her wrinkles. Not that she wouldn’t run down and have them lasered away, but it would show she was human.
“Need I remind you that I am your boss, and you are to do as I say?”
“I’m quite aware of what you are, Amber.” He relished the feeling of calling her by her first name. “But I will not change that saddle. It’s the right one for what you’re doing today, and I will not respond to the name idiot.”
He stepped a little closer to her. He was trying to remain calm for the sake of his plan, but his feelings were starting to get the best of him. “Now, get up on your horse.”
Amber’s eyes widened and her lips pressed together, but much to his surprise, she turned to her mount and raised her foot to reach the stirrup. It was too short, of course.
She turned back to him, fuming.
“It’s too high.” Her eyes flashed, her confidence having returned upon catching Kevin in error.
Kevin’s brow furrowed. “Strange. No one touches your saddles, and it was fine last time. Maybe you’re just a little out of shape.” He stepped closer, fingering the scissors in his pocket. “Try again. I’ll help you if you need.”
She glared at the implication of her imperfection and turned back to the saddle to prove him wrong. He’d known she would. She raised a heeled boot again and this time, managed to get her toe into the stirrup. This put her foot at such an angle that it was now caught, and she couldn’t hoist herself up. Kevin smiled behind her, feeling his cock begin to stir at the sight of her in such a vulnerable position.
“Upsy daisy,” he said as he grabbed her rear end and pushed her up onto the horse. “There you go. See?” He peered up at her.
Amber stared down at him, incredulous that he would be so stupid as to think this was all right. “No! There I don’t go,” she retorted. “Now fix the stirrups. They’re clearly too high.”
“Hmmm,” he mused, enjoying toying with her. “What if you were to scoot forward a bit? Try that.” He fought back a grin when she gave a discomfited squeal as he reached up and shoved her forward on the saddle. “No, that won’t work. Well, take your feet out of the stirrups so I can see where your feet ought to be, and I’ll adjust them.” He kept his hand on her lower back to hold her in place.
Amber got her feet out of the stirrups with some difficulty and looked at Kevin expectantly.
This was what he’d been waiting for. In one fluid motion, he had his own foot in the stirrup and had swung up behind her. In another, he was bearing forward on her, pushing her so that her busty chest lay against the horse’s neck.
She struggled under his weight. “Kevin! What are you doing? Get off me!” She could not get purchase to push. The horse stamped as Kevin worked with something beneath its neck.
“Amber.” He looped the cord around one of her wrists and pulled it tight before she realized what he was doing. “I.” He looped it around her other wrist and, creating a simple slipknot, pulled them together at Rocker’s throat. “Quit.” He pulled them tight and then grabbed the reins.
His former boss was apparently in shock, because for once, she had nothing derisive to say. Then she started to struggle. Kevin leaned forward again and said softly, “I wouldn’t do that. Rocker might not appreciate being choked.” He leaned down and put her feet back in the stirrups. Perfect.
For the first time, Amber showed fear. “Kevin,” she wheedled. “You don’t take all that stuff I say personally, do you?” Her voice quivered. She swallowed. “I mean, it’s all business. I like you. I really do.”
He laughed. Who was she trying to fool? “Good.” His voice told her that he was not buying her act. “Then this will be much more pleasant for you.” He urged the horse to a walk, and they left the stable, turning toward the isolated hills.
Amber fell silent. Kevin didn’t trust her silence and kept a watchful eye on her as he guided Rocker, but his captive only stared at the scenery they passed.
Quite a ride away from the ranch, Kevin brought the horse to a halt and leaned forward onto her again. “You’re miles from anyone, Amber. If I untie you, are you going to run?”
She shook her head. “No.” She paused.
Kevin didn’t believe her. “I think I’ll wait awhile.”
Amber raked her lower lip with her teeth. “W-what are you going to do to me? I mean, Daddy has money, you know. Of course you know. He pays you,” she babbled, and then giggled nervously, falling into a silence unnatural for her. “Just, don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
Oh, how sweet that sounded to Kevin. Just hearing her voice undemanding, asking something of him—almost begging—was ambrosia to his soul. He sat up, pulling her hips to him, and ground his erection into her as one hand found her breast and expertly raised the nipple. The more she squirmed, the harder his cock grew. He needed to do this now.
“You’re just going for a little ride, Amber.”
He turned Rocker and walked her toward the prairie. Amber bit her bottom lip. She was used to being in charge, and now, suddenly, she was far from it. Kevin pulled the scissors from his pocket and grabbed her waistband; she yipped at the sudden cold against her skin. Then she started to shake. Whether it was from fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell.
She trembled as Kevin calmly and deliberately worked with the horse’s gait to cut the back of Amber’s riding breeches, revealing her smooth backside. He slid a hand along her ass, making sure his fingers massaged her little puckered hole, too. He smiled when she jumped. Then he curled his fingers in to stroke her pussy.
“Lift up,” he said.
“No!” she returned, and then yelped as he left a handprint on her ass. “Oh you’ll pay for that, you bastard!”
“Lift up.” This was an order. She hesitated, but when Kevin lifted his hand again, she quickly did as she was told. He slipped his hand between her legs and began rubbing. She moaned softly, but then caught
herself.
“Get your hands off of me, you idiot. I don’t want you touching me.” She tried to sound in control, but her wavering voice betrayed her.
Kevin laughed softly and slipped his fingers under her thong, burying them between her labia. “In case you haven’t guessed, Amber,” he pushed a finger into her, bringing a cry from her, and nipped her shoulder with his teeth. “I don’t care what you want right now.”
She moaned again, and he began slowly finger fucking her. “You have such a tight, hot little cunt. It’s going to feel so good to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re as raw as your constant nagging has made my nerves.”
The horse’s gait caused his finger to press and rub against her G-spot in a way not possible in other circumstances. She squealed and moaned. She was still trying to get away from him, and when he said he was going to fuck her, she gave a little cry and redoubled her efforts, futile though they were. She was trapped between Kevin’s firm body and the horse’s neck. Her slick cunt suggested that she was only trying to escape because she was so close to letting go, to letting herself get off on Kevin’s finger.
“You’re so wet,” he taunted. “You’re a little slut at heart, aren’t you? You love this.” He removed his finger and smeared her juices on her lips to emphasize his point. He took his scissors and, reaching around her, cut the buttons off of her shirt. “That’s better,” he said as he pulled her bra down under her breasts. He pinched her nipples, noticing with satisfaction that they were already hard and tight. She groaned again.
With some regret, he removed his hand from her nipple. He reached into his own pants, quickly unbuttoning the fly to free his cock with one hand, while steadying the horse with the other. His cock sprang forth eagerly, nudging against the flesh of her ass.
Amber gasped at the feeling of his warm, smooth cock head, which caressed her backside with the movement of the horse. Her long, low groan sounded to Kevin like she needed that cock, and it was music to his ears. This would be a lot more fun for him if he could make her want him the way she’d made him want her all this time.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Kevin pushed his cock head down her crack and along her soaked pussy. He sure as hell needed it. It was so difficult to keep from pushing her forward and plunging into that pussy.
Amber nodded, lips pressed together. She lifted slightly up with the strength of her legs, and the horse’s canter pushed his cock at her hole. She let out a nearly despairing cry. “Please,” she finally blurted.
Kevin had her exactly where he wanted her now. “Please? Please what?” He pinched her nipple hard, and she panted, writhing.
“Please, I want you.”
Kevin smiled. It was such a delicate way of saying it—a smooth attempt to avoid giving him complete control.
“Nope. Not good enough.” He was rewarded with a defeated slump of her shoulders. “Tell me what you want, you horny little slut,” he demanded, now slapping her labia from beneath her with his hard cock.
Amber groaned, but finally cried, “I want your cock!” Then, when Kevin merely kept beating her swollen cunt, “I want your cock . . . in . . . in my pussy!”
Oh, sweet, sweet words. They meant so much more than her simple need to be fucked. She had given in to him. She was subservient to him right now, on this horse. “Do you want this nice, hard cock in your hot, wet little cunt?”
Her moan crescendoed, “Yes!”
He grabbed her hair and forced her head down along the horse’s neck, leaning over her. “I want you to remember this, Amber. I want you to remember that you begged for me to fuck you, here on your horse. Every time your cunt hurts after this, I want you to remember that this happened because of how you treated me. I can go for a long time, Amber, and I’m going to fuck you till I fill you with my hot cum.”
With one quick movement, he pulled the slipknot that tied her hands together. He sat up and smacked her ass. “Now, raise yourself up.” She clung to the horse’s neck and half stood in the stirrups, and he cut her thong free. Her pussy glistened in the sunlight, and he couldn’t resist grabbing her ass and burying his face in it. God, he loved pussy on his face. Hers was sweet, and he thought he could drown in her juices. He felt her thighs quiver as he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently.
“Fuck!” she gasped.
“My, my, what a mouth you have on you, Ms. Paden,” he sneered and smacked her ass again, hard. She squealed. He grabbed her hips, thumbs pressing on her anus, and guided her back. Now it was his turn to swear, as her tight, slick cunt slid onto his cock.
Amber caught her breath and moaned as he entered, and let out little groans with every step of the horse. Kevin moaned and pulled her against him, allowing the cadence of the horse to push her up and down on his raging cock.
“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t believe I’ve waited all this time to bend you over.” He pulled her back, thrusting into her hard. “Ride my cock, Amber. Ram back on me and show me what a slut you are.”
She did just that, before he could finish his sentence, and he swore again with the pleasure of pushing into her tight walls. She pushed back on him, grinding, panting, and crying out. She was using him now, using his cock to get off, and that was fine with Kevin. Amid her desperate cries and moans, he urged the horse to pick up the pace, giving her extra jolts with his length, and was rewarded when her pussy fluttered and then tightened, flooding and choking his shaft.
Her sounds were delicious, and he wanted more. Grabbing a fistful of her silky hair, he pulled her back against his chest. “Careful not to let me lose control of the horse, now,” he said as he pinched and rolled her nipple with his free hand, loving how his cock pushed into every inch of space inside her. She panted and wriggled and cried out, and it was so hot, he could hardly stand it. But he didn’t want to come. Not yet.
He pulled the reins to stop the horse. He slid out of her and carefully lowered himself to the ground. “Stay there,” he said.
Kevin took in the sight of her, bound to the horse, sweating and panting, and he felt immense satisfaction. Pulling the blanket from the saddle, he laid it onto the ground. He hauled her off of the horse and down onto it.
She lay still as he stood gazing down on her. God, she was beautiful lying there, half-stripped, bare breasts heaving, legs spread for him. Her eyes begged him to fuck her, and he had every intention of doing that.
He caught her wrists and pinned them to the ground above her head. She cried out and struggled, but it was a token, and they both knew it. He drove his cock into her in one stroke and fucked her slowly. His shaft slid through her labia, rubbing her clit with every pull, and her back arched every time he pushed into her.
She finally found words between her animal cries. “Fuck me faster?” she asked.
Kevin smiled at the submissive tone and obliged, jackhammering into her cunt, feeling it clench desperately at his shaft every time he withdrew.
“Oh. God. Yes!” she cried. “Keep fucking me!” she begged.
He pulled out of her. “Suck me first,” he commanded.
She was at once on her knees and sucking him hard, moaning on his length and stroking it with her tongue. Her hand stroked what her mouth could not take. He let his head fall back as his hands rested on her head. This was far better than he’d thought it would be.
He looked down at her as she worked, reveling in the fact that this was his boss, the bitch who’d been teasing him and setting his nerves on edge for the past two years.
He pulled her off of him, and the feeling of her suction as he did nearly made him splatter her face. Although that was a sexy image, he wanted the final claim on her. He intended to fill her pussy with his cum.
He turned her around and pushed her to her hands and knees. He ignored his need to climax, toyed with her a bit, sliding his cock head up and down her soaked slit, pushing in a little bit and then pulling back out to rub it up and down again, stroking his cock the whole time.
“I th
ink I should just jerk off onto your ass, Amber.”
She cried out, “No! Please! Please fuck my pussy,” she pleaded. To that music, he plunged into her tight little cunt and fucked her hard and fast, making her cry out with every thrust.
She was getting close again. He could feel the tremor in the hot walls around his shaft, feel her tense, and hear it in her noises.
“Come with me,” he ordered as he felt his shaft begin to pulse.
Their motions became frenzied and furious, and when she felt his cock expand inside her, her back arched and she let out a scream that surprised them both. She shoved back against him, grinding on his cock until he cried out in turn.
He stroked her, slowly, a few more times before he pulled out of her, the two of them completely sated. He looked down at her wellfucked pussy and grinned. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.”
Amber smiled, possibly the first genuine smile he’d ever seen on her face.
He cut the rest of her pants from her legs and tossed her half so she could clean up, taking the other half for himself. Then he knelt on the blanket beside her.
“Guess you’ll have to wear the blanket back,” he laughed as he fastened his jeans.
She looked pensive for a moment while she wrapped the blanket around her.
“Kevin?”
“What, Amber?”
“Don’t quit.”
part four
OYSTERS
PHOENIX
Valerie Lewis
I know what you’re thinking. It was the time you took me to your parents’ church. Or perhaps when you introduced me to my first big client. Or just the way you used to constantly bother me about smoking. Ha. Bitch, you wish I paid attention to all of your lectures, your ugly men in suits, and your Jesuses. But the way you changed my life had nothing to do with any of those things.
It was that weekend in Phoenix. The big convention where you were the keynote speaker, and I was your “niece.” You spent half the plane ride down there talking about homophobia and the closeted behavior we would have to assume, how the men we met would either condemn or fetishize us if we didn’t, but the truth is, hiding was kind of hot back then.
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