“It’s quite a place.” I was a little awed by the size of the room I was standing in. It could have comfortably held fifty people, with room to spare.
“There’s more. The master bedroom is a separate wing upstairs, but we’ll save that for later. But not too much later.” With a wink, Chase led me into the kitchen.
“Are you hungry? Rachel left us some of her amazing pot roast and potatoes. There’s enough for two and fixings for a salad. I think I can manage to put that together myself. She trusts me with things she thinks I can’t make a mess of, like lettuce and a bowl.”
Chase parked me on a stool by the wide marble counter. He dug into the refrigerator, coming up with an armful of salad greens, tomatoes, cucumbers and a wedge of Parmesan cheese. With seemingly minimal effort or mess, a salad appeared in front of me, dressed with a simple balsamic honey mixture that made my mouth water. I realized I was hungry and dove in.
We made our way through Rachel’s pot roast and oven-roasted potatoes, exchanging stories, me telling my life history, brief as it was.
“It’s a pretty boring story. I’m just a girl on her own in the big city, with a BA in English Lit and a cat, nothing as exciting as owning a ranch and a bondage club.”
Chase laughed. “I have a feeling there’s far more to your life than just an English Lit degree and a cat. And owning all this...well, sometimes it’s more trouble than it’s worth. Except for the horses. I don’t think I would have stayed with it if I hadn’t started raising horses. The cattle pay the bills, but the horses are my love.” He pushed his plate away, tossing down his napkin.
“Come on. Let’s go out to the barns. There are a few friends out there I’d like you to meet.”
***
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 p**sycat. 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 n**ples 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 br**sts, squeezing them together, palming them hard, his eyes hot as they watched the n**ples 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 f**k 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 p**sy exposed to Chase, knowing I was wet enough for him to see.
With one thrust he entered me, burying his c*ck 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 br**sts, 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 cli**x.
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 c*ck 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, nak*d 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.