An American Submissive in Britain (14 page)

Gina smiled, loving the way he made her feel about herself.

They soon pulled into the driveway of a large farmhouse. The sign at the front of the property said “Hill View Racing Stables”.

Guy parked next to a Land Rover and two huge horseboxes, and turned to her. “While we are here, you may call me Guy. Remember, it’s only when we’re alone or in the company of other Doms and subs that I expect Sir.”

Gina glanced at him and grinned. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Before Guy had the chance to reply to her sassy response, an older woman, tall and broad with shoulder-length gray hair and a bright orange coat, came rushing out of the farmhouse.

“Well, about time, young man,” the woman called. “I phoned nearly an hour ago. You’re about to miss your firstborn coming into the world!”

Guy laughed as he and Gina got out of his car. “Cathy, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine.” He took hold of Gina’s hand and walked up to the older lady. “Gina, this is Cathy Harper. She runs the stables with her husband, Frank.”

The two women smiled at each other and shook hands, and then Cathy tucked her arm snugly through Gina’s. “Well, get going, Guy. We’ll see you in a couple of minutes. I can’t possibly let your friend ruin her gorgeous shoes, so we’ll find something up at the house.”

Guy looked as if he was about to reply, but Cathy was very obviously running this show. “Get along with you, for heaven’s sake, Guy, or you might actually miss the event.”

Guy reached over and brushed Gina’s cheek. “I’ll see you in a couple of minutes, sweetheart.” He turned to Cathy. “You are one of the bossiest women I’ve ever met, Cathy Harper, but I love you so I’ll do as I’m told.”

“Well, for heaven’s sake. Love me, indeed. Get along with you now.”

Guy winked at both of them, then turned and walked away. The two women watched him for a couple of seconds, and then Cathy turned to Gina, allowing her to see that Gina was not the only one who blushed because of Guy.

“Come with me, and we’ll find some wellies you can wear to trudge through all the mud.”

Gina was confused. “Wellies?” she asked with a frown.

“Oh my goodness, are you American?” she asked.

“I’m afraid so,” Gina answered. “I love listening to British people talk, but I don’t always understand everything you guys say.”

“Well, dear, wellies is short for Wellingtons. They’re a kind of waterproof boot us Brits wear outside on farms or rainy days, or on any occasion where your feet could get wet or your shoes ruined.” As she talked, she led Gina into a huge mudroom and over to a collection of different sized Wellingtons. “These look about right. Try them on, and we’ll put your shoes by the back door for when the two of you come in later.”

Gina felt like she should say ‘Yes Ma’am’ as she hurried out of her shoes and into the big boots. Guy was right. Cathy was a bossy, formidable woman and gave the impression that she would take no prisoners wherever she happened to be, but Gina liked her. She was straightforward and down to earth, much like her own mother.

Within minutes, Cathy, and Gina, comfortable in Wellingtons, had joined Guy and two other men in a large, warm stable, all of them watching a beautiful bay mare prepare to give birth.

Guy came to stand with Gina and quietly introduced her to Frank, Cathy’s husband, and the vet, George Hammond.

Apparently, the mare had progressed quicker than anyone had expected, and the tension in the stable was almost palpable. Gina was instantly caught up in the proceedings, and the closer the birth became, the more her excitement and nervousness grew.

The vet quietly checked on the mare every few minutes, and when she began to push the foal out, Gina gripped Guy’s arm, holding her breath, watching the miracle of life unfold right in front of her.

Within a half an hour of their arrival, a beautiful dark bay foal had been born. Frank and George immediately checked both mother and foal, and then left the two of them to bond.

The men shook hands and slapped each other on the back, and Frank and Cathy hugged each other in delight. Guy turned to Gina, who had tears in her eyes, and then he pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly, much to her embarrassment. He wiped her tears away, giving her such a tender smile that her stomach lurched at the thought of having to leave this man in such a short time.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she watched the mother gently nudging her baby, who eventually stood on shaky, spindly legs while she rested close by.

Celebrations ensued in the form of a bottle of champagne, the cork flying into the air as everyone stood by the fire in the farmhouse sitting room. Toasts were made to both the mother and the newborn, and it was not long before Gina felt the effects of the alcohol, having not eaten since the night before.

When Guy noticed how quickly his sub sat down on the nearest chair after her second glass of champagne, he decided it was best to get going. As Cathy gave Guy a motherly hug, she told him how taken she was with his new “friend” and how much she would like to see her again, before she flew back to the States. More hugs were exchanged, Gina thanked the older couple for letting her witness such an amazing event, and then they were on their way, back down the long driveway and onto the main road.

Guy drove them to the Red Lion, and when Becky answered the door, he asked her to make some toast and coffee as quickly as she could. Becky’s eyes widened as she realized Gina was slightly the worse for wear but scurried off to do as she’d been asked.

Andy soon appeared, his huge frame looming over Gina. “I have just been informed that I have a drunken sub in my dining room. Are you losing your touch, my friend? Do you have to get your sub the worse for wear before she’ll do as you command?” He glanced at his watch, a mock horrified expression on his face.
“And
before
eleven thirty!”

Guy grinned. “No mate, she just knew you were cooking today, so she had to fortify herself before sampling your attempt at breakfast.”

Before Andy could reply, Becky returned with juice and coffee, and a plate of hot toast and marmalade.

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* * *

After she’d eaten and had two cups of steaming coffee, Gina felt much better. The four of them ended up tucking into another huge plate of toast, and Guy explained where they’d been. He showed them the pictures he’d taken of the foal, and both Andy and Becky said they’d love to go over and see him for themselves sometime.

The two Doms allowed their subs to relax and join in the conversation without the formality of the previous night, and the conversation moved happily from one topic to another.

Then, all of a sudden, Andy stood and tapped the side of his glass of juice. “While I have your attention, I would like to announce a special event that will be happening in the near future.”

Becky beamed at her Dom, and he took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it gently.

“My sub and I would like you to be the first to be invited to her collaring ceremony.”

Guy grinned and stood to shake his friend’s hand firmly. “Congratulations, both of you. It’s about bloody time.” He glanced at his friend, who nodded, and then he kissed Becky on the cheek before returning to his seat.

Gina smiled at both of them, but inside, she felt a sense of loss, like a kind of loneliness, knowing she wouldn’t be there to share in the celebrations. If she were honest, envy was mixed in with the loneliness, too. Becky had found the person she wanted to share the rest of her life with, and Andy was a really great guy. He was strong, and handsome in a rugged kind of way. She loved his sense of humor, and how protective he was of his submissive.

Becky would never experience the scared, alone feelings that Gina had been contending with for such a long time. Even when she was with someone, she had never felt cherished or safe—until Guy, that is. But even those feelings would not be there for long; she would soon fly back to the States, and he would continue on with his life here. It was like a holiday romance, on steroids.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled at the happy couple. “I’m so happy for both of you, and I’m sorry I won’t be there on your special day.”

Andy and Becky both frowned. “And why is that, may I ask?” Andy demanded, his smile still there, although his eyebrows had risen at her statement.

“Well, I’ll be leaving at the end of next week. I assumed the ceremony would be well after I had gone.”

She must have looked sad because Guy put his arm around her. “When were you thinking of having it?” he asked Andy. As if deciding that just an arm wasn’t enough, Guy pulled Gina out of her seat and onto his lap. She wriggled for just a second, and he smacked her bottom. “Sit still, sub, or you’ll be sitting in my lap naked.”

She froze and both men chuckled.

“As a matter of fact,” Andy answered, “I was thinking of going for next Friday.” He laughed at Becky’s expression of shock.

“Friday!” she shrieked. “Are you kidding? How will I ever be ready by then? Where will it be, what will I be wearing, and what about guests and food and all of that?”

The two men seemed surprised at her reaction, but Gina understood completely. How typical that a man would assume she could just pull a dress out of the closet and feel like she was organized.

It was time to step in. She just had to be careful not to appear too pushy. “Um, Sir?” she said, looking at Andy.

He tore his eyes away from his sub and her outburst, and turned to Gina.

She took a deep breath. “I…I started my own event planning business back home, last year. It began with a friend getting married, then my dad’s work colleague retiring, and it’s kind of grown from there. If you thought it would be okay, I would love to help Becky prepare for her special day.”

“Well, considering how she reacted to the idea of just five days’ notice, I would gladly welcome any help you could give, pet.”

The two women beamed at each other. “Thank you so much, Gina. I feel a lot calmer now. God, five days—I mean what am I, a miracle worker?” Becky said, exasperated and raising her eyes to the ceiling.

“Be careful, little sub of mine. Watch that cheeky mouth of yours, it might just get you into trouble,” Andy commented with a big smile. He glanced at Gina and Guy. “You know, the two of you look very comfortable like that. Come here, sub.” And he lifted Becky onto his own lap, kissing her firmly and wrapping his great arms around her tiny frame.

Andy pulled Becky’s shirt open and turned her to sit astride him, pinning her arms behind her, taking each of her nipples in his mouth in turn. He teased and sucked them until they swelled and turned a rosy pink, puckering into taut buds at his attention.

Gina had been wondering what “cheeky” meant, but when Guy’s mouth came down to find his own sub’s eager lips and he pushed his tongue between them, all thoughts of the word definition disappeared. She felt her insides tighten, and her own nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

All of a sudden, she heard Becky’s voice and then froze for the second time in five minutes. “You know,” Becky said, “one of these days, you’re going to pull my shirt open and find a bra in your way. You really need to start letting me wear one soon, or they’re going to end up swinging round my ankles.”

Gina took in Andy’s dark expression as he raised his head slowly from Becky’s breasts. Surely, telling your Dom what he needed to do was not the best move. Gina thought that maybe she and Guy could just leave quietly.

When she made a move to get up from Guy’s lap, he frowned and pulled her back to her original position. “Where do you think you’re going, sub?” he asked in a low voice.

“Well, I thought you’d want to leave Andy and Becky alone now…Sir,” she added quickly.

“An obedient sub stays where she is put until given permission to move,” he replied in a calm, even tone. “It seems we have two subs here who think it’s their job to guide us in our decision making, Andy.”

Gina’s stomach lurched at his words.
Way to go, genius,
she thought. Now both the Doms were annoyed.

Guy lifted Gina out of his lap as if she weighed nothing and stood her right in front of him. “Take off the top half of your clothing,” he ordered in a quiet but commanding voice.

She glanced over at Becky who was now standing in front of her own pissed off Dom.

“Keep your eyes over here, sub.”

“I really didn’t mean to make decisions for you, Sir. I promise not to do it again,” Gina said in a pleading voice.

The look on his face told her it was an empty plea. “Good girl for promising, now do as you’re told.”

It was no use arguing. She knew it wouldn’t be too long before the inn was due to open. Delaying any longer would just get her in more trouble with both of them.

She took her blouse and bra off and placed them on the nearest chair and stood before him, bare breasted, her nipples betraying her anxiety by aching just at the thought of him touching them. Her worry mixed with arousal, and dampness grew between her legs as her whole core began to throb with anticipation.

He ran a finger down between her breasts, and she shivered, worried that he was going to pull her over his knee and punish her but confused at the way her body reacted to the thought. Excitement coursed through her, sending little currents of electricity from her breasts to her clit, which actually began to swell with the thought of what was to come.

“Bossy subs need to be punished,” Guy commented.

Andy growled his agreement, and before they had a chance to react, both subs were picked up by their respective Doms and placed face down over the bar, one at each end, their feet left dangling a foot off the floor.

Andy went around behind the bar and reached down to unlock a small cupboard. He reappeared with a black sports-type bag and placed it between the two subs on the bar top.

Gina gasped as she felt Guy pull her pants down. Her panties soon followed, and cool air brushed her naked ass. Humiliation at her clothes being pulled down and left at her knees made her automatically move from the position he had put her in.