“Rather than a Title One school in the backwoods?” he countered.
“Yes, it’s true that Milton probably isn’t the most attractive prospect, but it sure as hell beats having to go through metal detectors and risk being shot. The last time anyone brought a gun to school it was by accident after they’d been hunting all weekend.”
“I could have dealt with the worst educational situation possible if it meant things would be easier for us.”
I was just about to argue that there wasn’t an “us” when, George, my dad’s old hound dog, along with my Oakley came bounding at us, barking and yipping in hello. The noise slightly jarred the shy Sampson, causing him to rare back. An experienced rider like me didn’t have an issue, but for someone like William, it took him by surprise and caused him to lose his balance and his grip on me.
With his arms flailing, he slid off the back of Sampson and plopped into a river of mud that had been made by the overseer mucking the paddocks.
After easing Sampson away from the giant puddle, I quickly dismounted and ran over to him. “Oh my God. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m peachy,” he muttered.
When I glanced back at him, I snorted. Both his face and body were drenched in mud.
“Here,” I extended my hand to him.
With a furious shake of his head, he swatted my hand away. “I think I’ve already been emasculated by you enough for today.”
His obvious embarrassment only made me laugh harder. “It’s not funny.”
“Actually, it is.”
“So you think it’s funny being covered in mud?”
“I’m pretty sure there’s horse shit in there, too,” I added.
He cocked his head at me. “Excuse me then. You think it’s funny being covered in mud and horse shit?”
“Yeah, I actually do.”
Before I realized what was happening, William grabbed my still outstretched hand and jerked me to him. I shrieked as I started to fall. William’s body cushioned me, but then he rolled over, sending me sliding into the muddy pit. “You asshole!” I screeched as I smacked him.
He chuckled. “Guess it’s not so funny anymore, huh?”
I splashed him in the face. “You will so pay for this.”
A gleam of lust burned in his eyes. “Bring it on.”
“I think the appropriate punishment for you would be no playing.”
William leaned over to where our faces were almost touching. “You can be such a cruel Mistress.” He then crushed his lips to mine. One of his hands went to tangle in the mud drenched strands of my hair while the other went to my breast. I gasped with pleasure as his tongue darted into my mouth. As his tongue stroked mine, his hand kneaded my breast.
Lost in the sensations of William’s hands and tongue, I didn’t give a shit if Ansel or the overseer caught us. It was simply awe inspiring what the man could do with his tongue. I fought the urge to rip off my jeans and demand for him to do to my pussy what he was doing to my mouth.
William was just about to climb on top of me when the sound of a car door slamming caused him to jerk away. “Is that Ansel coming home?”
I nodded. “This is usually when he gets in from football practice.” I rose onto my feet. “Come on. We need to get cleaned up.”
“I can’t go in your house like this. I’ll make a huge mess.”
“That’s why we have a stable shower.”
“Ah, I see.”
After taking tentative steps out of the mud pile, I led William into the back door of the barn. To the side of where my dad’s office was, there was what looked like a closet door. Instead, it led into a small room with a cement floor and drain. It had dual shower heads because Daddy liked to be able to clean himself off and his dogs.
Turning on the water, I slipped my hand under to test it. Considering how old the pipes were, it sometimes took a while to warm up. When it felt hot enough, I turned back to William. “It’s ready.”
“Okay.”
As he started getting undressed, I lifted my shirt over my head. Taking my jeans off was a little harder. I grunted from the exertion of jerking the wet denim down my thighs. “Let me run these out to the dryer.”
“Okay.”
I’d barely got back through the door when William lunged at me. After backing me up against the shower wall, he pinned me in place with his thick thighs. He stared at me with a look of smoldering lust. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You owe me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Oh, you’re talking about when I left you with tented pants?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m sorry. I was under the impression you liked to play, and as your Domme, I called the shots.”
“You’re not my Domme, and we weren’t playing.” Leaning in, his teeth grazed my earlobe, causing me to shudder. “But I want to play now.”
“Hmm, you do? I guess I could find some rope out there tie you up.”
“No. I don’t want you to play with me. I want to play with you.”
The gleam in his eyes along with his words caused wetness to streak down my thighs that didn’t come from the shower. “Just what did you have in mind?”
“Put your hands on the shower head.”
I widened my eyes in shock. “You’re really serious?”
A wicked grin slunk across his face. “Fuck yeah. I’m going to play at being your master.”
“You think you’re a switch?”
“Maybe.”
“Even if you’re a switch, there’s no submissive in me.”
“Mmm, I love a challenge.” He jerked his chin up. “Now put your hands on the shower head.”
“And if I don’t?”
His response was to thrust his hand between my legs. An involuntary gasp left my lips as he began to stroke along my labia and clit. Two fingers easily slid inside me, and I bucked my hips against them.
“If you don’t put your hands on the shower head, I’ll do to you what you did to me today and not let you come.” To prove how serious he was, he removed his hand. I whimpered from the loss of contact. He brought his fingers to his lips. He slid his tongue slowly up and down them. “Hmm, you taste good. I think I’d like to eat your pussy, too.” He made a tsking noise. “But I can’t do that if you don’t obey me.”
“Bastard,” I muttered to which he merely grinned.
Although it was against everything within me, I slowly raised my hands above my head. When I gripped the showerhead with my fingers, I stared defiantly at William. “That’s my girl.”
I jerked my hands back. Wagging a finger at him, I exclaimed, “Don’t you dare call me girl!”
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before William shoved his hand between my legs again. His thumb pressed against my clit as he pumped two fingers in me. Once again, he brought me closer and closer. “Be a good girl and put your hands on the shower head.”
Knowing he would once again deny me, I grunted with dual frustration as I lifted my arms up. Once my fingers rested against the steel, William slipped a third finger into me. My hips rose and fell against hand. Just as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out.
I opened my mouth to protest when he dropped down to his knees before me. He lifted my foot and placed it on his shoulder before burying his face in my pussy. “Oh God,” I murmured. When I dropped my hand to bring it to his hair, he stopped.
Gritting my teeth, I placed my hand back above me. He then went back to driving me wild. His tongue worked broad strokes over my clit, nipping and nibbling it lightly with his teeth. As I exploded around his tongue, my fingers gripped the steel showerhead for dear life. “William!” I cried.
He didn’t give me any time to come down. Instead, he hoisted me up into his arms and was striding over to the pile of fresh hay bales stacked again the far wall. After putting me down on my feet, he bent me over one of the bales. Anticipation caused me to ignore the way the hay itched and pricked over my skin.
Gripping my thighs, he jerked them apart. With one harsh thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. My fingers gripped the bale for dear life as he began pounding in and out of me. It felt so fucking good. I was so worked up from the sex and his domination that when he slipped his hand between us to stroke my clit, I came almost instantly.
His hand trailed up my back to grip my hair. He tugged it hard, causing me to cry out with both pleasure and pain. My outburst caused William to abruptly pull out of me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I grinned. “Yeah. But I want it harder.”
“The hair pulling?”
“Everything.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He placed a tender kiss on my shoulder blade before biting me. Then he jerked my hair at the same time he plunged back inside me. “William, yes,” I moaned. I could see then why some people wanted pain with sex.
The air around us permeated with the smell of sex and sweat while the sounds of our skin slapping together and pants of pleasure filled the barn. We were going to need another shower to wash away all the sweat…and pieces of hay.
Taking me by the shoulders, William pulled my torso up to press against his chest. The pressure of his hands on my hips was deliciously painful as he jerked me back with his thrusts. One hand snaked from my waist up to my breast. When he pinched my nipple, I moaned. I was so close, and I knew from William’s tensing body he was too.