Stripped (4 page)

“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.