I felt a growl welling inside me, starting in my cock and getting dangerously close to giving me away. I cupped my erection on the outside of my pants, but it wasn’t enough. So I slid my hand down my pants and gripped my shaft hard.
She let her blouse drop and her knickers as well, so she stood there naked in front of me. Squeezing my cock, I imagined being inside her, pounding her hard in my bed.
You’re all fucking mine.
As I fucked her, I’d feel her pussy tighten around me, the flutter of her walls, her cheeks flushing as she began to come undone beneath me.
I fucking hate you for what you’ve done to me, I’d whisper softly in her ear as she came on me. I’m gonna punish you for it every night until the day we die.
Fisting myself harder, I imagined binding her to the stable wall, teasing her with my mouth, my dick, my fingers. Making her tremble.
Beg for this cock, Princess. Show me you fucking deserve my seed inside you.
She turned away from me, showing me her ass, and it was all I could do not to groan out loud as I jacked off, just the hint of her slit peeping out between her skinny little legs. I thought I was in heaven. Little did I fucking know. Because then, fucking then, she hinged forward, bending low at her hips to pick up the shirt she’d left on the stable floor.
I had a perfect view of her spread ass cheeks and her deep-pink, flowering pussy from behind. Her lips were slightly darker than the rest of her cunt. The faint light from the open eaves of the stable’s holey, tiled roof provided just enough light for me to see the slick, shiny crease between her folds. The only thing that would’ve made it more beautiful was my cum and her virgin blood, trickling out of her. And a jeweled butt plug in her ass.
Fucking Christ. I stroked myself more firmly, barely more than a squeeze and release, mercilessly trapping the blood in the head and my balls, fucking desperate to have my dick inside her.
As she put on her clothes and tucked her long, dark-red hair beneath her hat, I got some level of control over myself. But not much. Seeing her in boy britches fucking murdered me, every goddamned time. Those hips. That ass. Goddamn it, how I wanted my handprints on that ass… How I wanted my cock inside every hole she had.
Fuck, if I wasn’t careful, I was going to cum right then and there. Wouldn’t be the first time I came while watching her in secret—far from it. But I could just tell this orgasm was going to be explosive. Too fucking risky.
As bad as I wanted—needed—to empty my balls to get some relief, I loosened my grip and got control of my urges. I’d finish myself later, after the fucking gathering my uncle and her mother had planned, growling out her name from between gritted teeth.
Like I did every night.
She finished brushing Rosie with quick, expert flicks of the soft brush and then slung the saddle over her back on its pad, tightening the girth and checking the bit and bridle. Her competence and her independence were wildly sexy to me—so many fucking women made a habit of helplessness. But not Anika.
And I fucking loved that about her.
With an expert use of her shoulder against Rosie’s flank, she checked her hooves for debris and then patted her backside with a firm spank. Placing her foot in the stirrup, she easily mounted all by herself, graceful and strong.
Anika click-clicked to tell Rosie to walk on, nudging her with her heels. Rosie responded with a snort and did as she was told. On Anika’s face was the purest, most uncomplicated joy. This was when she was freest, happiest, and even more exquisitely beautiful.
This was her release from the often stifling demands of court, and despite my fears for her safety, I admired the hell out of her for taking it. And I found myself smiling too, because now it was time for one of my favorite parts of all.
The chase.
I slipped out of the gap at the back of the stable, and made a running mount of my horse. I took off after her, riding hard, but she had the jump on me. She’d given Rosie her head to run, and I had to use all my senses to track her, listening between my own horse’s hoof beats for the crack of twigs and hush of rustling leaves up ahead while trying to stay just far enough behind to keep my own cover.
For a minute, I was certain I was right behind her, and slowed my pace. But then I knew, instinctively, that she was further away from me than I’d wanted. I’d noticed that happening with her more often now than ever before—I just knew, fucking knew, when she was close. And felt it in my bones when she was far away. Like an ache.