Her Billionaire's Erotic Rules (#2 The Mansion): Erotica (Erotic Sex Stories) (2 page)

I almost cried.  I felt so badly. 
What did I think that I was his new girlfriend and that we were courting?  I
knew that I had a role to play in this relationship and now that he had
clarified what that role was, I was more than willing to put aside my qualms
and submit to his authority.  I would trust him to treat me fairly even if his
commands might prove challenging to the values that I had forged thus far.  I
decided that those values would hereby be suspended and I was placing my trust
and obedience in his hands.

“I am sorry, T. G,” I said, trying
to control the unsteadiness in my voice.  Still looking down at the straw and
the dirt, I continued.  “I showed you disrespect, and I apologize.  I respect
you so much.  Thank you for making things clearer to me.  If you give me
another chance, I will not disappoint you.  I will make you glad that you chose
me.”  A tear rolled down my cheek.

His hand held my chin and lifted
my face toward his.  “Apology accepted, Rachel.  Everything is forgiven and
forgotten.”  He kissed the trail of the tear and then pressed his lips gently
against mine.  We embraced, kissing harder.  He squeezed my ass and lifted me
up, pressing and grinding our groins together.  I could feel his hardness
between my legs.

He put me down.  “Well, if we
can’t get you on a horse, we’ll do the next best thing.  Come on.”  He took my
hand and led me back to the tack room.  He picked up a sawhorse near the wall
and set it in the center of the room.  He tossed a saddle over the sawhorse and
slapped it.  “This should do.  Take your clothes off, Rachel.”

He stood watching as I undressed. 
I dropped my clothes onto the straw littering the floor.  I stood before him,
naked.  He reached back under a counter and tossed me a pair of cowboy boots. 
“Put those on,” he smiled.  They were a little big.  I was able to curl my toes
in them.  “And this,” he said, sailing a cowboy hat my way as if it were a
Frisbee.  I put it on and it slid down to my glasses.

“Do you like my new look?” I
asked, and struck a pose.  We laughed and he motioned me over to the sawhorse. 
I shuffled over to him and he picked me up and placed me on my back on the
saddle.  He kissed and sucked on my breasts, then kissed my belly, and finally
put his head between my legs, licking my already damp pussy.  I tried not to
move too much, afraid that I’d fall off the saddle, but he held my ass cheeks,
pressing me against his mouth and managed to keep me balanced at the same
time.   I came within minutes.

“Turn over and put your feet in
the stirrups,” he whispered throatily.  He helped me execute the move and
surprisingly, I was able to reach the stirrups.  I’m only five feet tall;
perhaps it was a child’s saddle?  He approached the head of the sawhorse and
undid his belt and dropped his slacks.  His erection waved in front of my
face.  He pulled my head closer and entered my mouth.  After the pleasuring
he’d given me, I was eager to give him pleasure in return.  I engulfed as much
of him as I could in this position.  He bent and brought my hands up on the
sawhorse, holding them both by the wrists.  He gently moved in and out of my
mouth while uncoiling a rope hanging off the sawhorse.  I watched as he spun
the rope tightly around my wrists, lashing them to the sawhorse.  I hadn’t
expected this, but I had resolved not to question anything.

He pulled out of my mouth, saying,
“And now I shall tame the headstrong filly.  Scoot up a little.”  He walked
behind me and I felt his thighs grazing mine as we now shared the saddle.  His
hard cock penetrated my pussy lips and began urgently drilling in and out.  I
leaned forward and raised my ass a bit to better accommodate him and match his
rhythm.  I tried moving my arms to lean more weight on my elbows, but the rope
held them firm.  Instead of panicking from my helplessness, I relaxed.  He was
controlling my body now and all I needed to do was to allow myself to be
fucked, over and over, in and out, with no changing of position or angle, just
submitting to his cock.

 I rested my forehead on the
sawhorse, panting as I took his thrusts.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and
pulled my head back, causing my body to tense and my vaginal muscles to clench
his penis even tighter.   He knocked the hat off and I felt something being
pulled over my head.  Leather straps fluttered against my face and I saw a
glint of metal.  He was putting a bridle over my face.  I didn’t know what to
think, but I had no time to react.  My mouth opened as the metal bit wedged in
between my teeth.  He took the pressure off it, allowing my head to droop, but
then he delivered a smart slap on my buttocks and pulled back on the reins and
my head shot back up.  Again and again he slapped my ass, using a brushstroke
movement, palm and then backhand, back and forth.  He didn’t do it hard, just
enough to sting and the sensation added to the growing surge of emotion welling
up within me.  Saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and my juices pooled
under me in the saddle, making a wet, squishing sound as we bucked and fucked.

Finally, I exploded and shook like
a seizure had overtaken me.  As the tremors rolled through my body, he too had
come and he took slow, deep stabs in me as his orgasm abated.  Neither of us
wanted the sensations to stop and he continued to jab at me while I ground my
hips back toward him, wanting to stop, but at the same time wanting more. 
Finally, he withdrew.

He untied my arms and gingerly
removed the bridle.  There was blood on the bit.  I slid off the saddle into
his arms.  He looked down at me and said, “Good job, little buckaroo.  We’d
better be getting back to our guests, don’t you think?  The night is still
young!”

The End Of Part (#2 The Mansion)

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Her Billionaire’s Erotic Rules (#2 The Mansion)

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