Chapter Eight
Duke
The drive home is freeing. Hell, more than freeing. It’s an awakening. A rebirth of a life I didn’t think I’d ever have.
Maci holds tight to my waist as we thud past a crooked fence post and a rusted horseshoe nailed to a tree. We could’ve parked in the driveway, but I drive through the dry grass toward the round pen instead.
“You’re crazy.” She giggles behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. “Like seriously… I love it.”
“You might not love it after I’m done doing all my filthy things to you, little girl.” I stop just outside the gate and kill the engine. “I want you tied up to that post begging me to let you come. I want you screaming out until everyone for miles knows where you belong.”
“Is that right?” she whispers and bites her bottom lip. “You think it’s that easy?”
“Oh,” I laugh under my breath and help her off the bike, “you’re far from easy. Now back up and strip down for me. I want to see that pretty, pink, little pussy.”
She whimpers under her breath and backs against the center pole, dropping her sundress to the dirt floor as she stares toward me with a grin.
Little bunny is a showboat. This is going to be fun.
Like muscle memory, the rope is in my hand before I know it. It’s the same one I used on the sorrel colt last spring who’d never seen a human without running. Maci watches me, eyes flashing like bolts of lightning behind storm clouds, but she doesn’t move.
I loop the rope around her wrists slow and sure, the way I’d halter a greenie who needs to feel the rhythm of my confidence more than the pull of my grip.
One wrap, then two. I keep tension light, but I tie with precision, then hitch her to the post in the center of the round pen.
The one where I’ve watched stallions learn patience from fire, their hooves kicking up from lessons they didn’t know they needed.
Bunny doesn’t flinch but I see the rise and fall of her chest. Fast but steady, like a horse trying to make up its mind.
I step back, catch her gaze, and nod once. “You know why I’m doing this?”
She shakes her head and bites back a grin. “You want to break me like one of your horses?”
“No.” I step forward and lean into her lips gently, then bend to my knees, dragging my hands down over her smooth naked body. “You don’t break wild things. You give them something worth staying for.” I kiss her lips again. “I’m tying you up to remind you that you’re mine.”
Her breath hitches as I lean into her soft pussy and taste her sugary trembling thighs. She’s so fucking sweet.
Whimper after whimper leaves her sighing lips as I slide my tongue inside her crease, circling the tip over her swollen clit.
I’m never letting her go. She’s mine.
This tight, glistening, hot pink little pussy is mine.
I lick her over and over again as her thighs quiver against the side of my face. “Oh my God, Duke… don’t stop!” she pants, thrusting forward, grinding against my beard as I work her over.
I want to take my time, go slow, let this marinate, but fuck if I don’t want to move that rope, bend her over, and fill her up right the fuck now.
I can’t believe she’s mine.
My little virgin.
Mine to claim.
Mine to own.
Mine to take care of and love and cherish.
I dive against her slit and lick faster now, sliding two fingers in as I work.
“Oh fuck!” she pants, her knees buckling with pleasure as I lick harder and thrust faster.
“Right there, Duke. Please.”
“That’s a girl… beg for me. Tell me how bad you need to come.”
Her brows narrow as I sink into her further, scrubbing her pussy against my face and hand as though she’s desperate for me to take her over the edge.
That’s when I stop.
I stop when she’s desperate. I stop when she’s begging. I stop when she’s a sloppy little mess of desire.
Slowly, I lick my way up her soft frame, pausing at her nipples to suckle and bite each hard bud with pressure.
“Baby girl, are you ready for me to fill you up?”
I grab two bales of hay from the barn and toss them out into the ring, the wind blowing dry grass across the field as I work. The gate squeaks near the clover patch, but for once, Maci doesn’t speak. She watches me with wide eyes, the weight of the rope marking her delicate skin.
I lift my shirt off and toss it over the bale of hay, then unbuckle my jeans, step out of my boots, and stand barefoot before her.
“Oh my fucking God,” she gasps, eyes wide. “You’re huge. Like… what the hell?”
“I’ll take the compliment.” I groan as I untie her from the center post.
“No, I’m serious. How’s that ever going to fit inside of me? I’m not… and you’re…”
“You want to stop?”
Her brows crease inward. “No!”
“Okay then, lean back on this bale and look at me. I want to see everything you’re feeling. Understood?”
She hums out a reply and lays back on the bale of hay, her hair flowing down over the edge as her legs spill open for me.
Fuck!
There she is. That tight, little pussy, dripping and ready.
I stroke my cock at her entrance and edge inside, my jaw locked as her tight little channel strangles my dick. She’s so fucking warm. So tight. So perfect.
“Good girl, bunny. Good little girl. Take my cock. Every inch of it.” I can barely breathe as I sink into her. I’ve never felt anything this tight in my life. She’s like a fucking glove.
I’m an addict and I’ve only just begun.
“You okay?” I pant, trying to control my thrust.
“Yeah,” her eyes squeeze closed for a second and the pressure I’d been pushing against opens up ever so slightly, “don’t stop!”
Glancing down, I see the streak of blood in her juices. I see the physical signs of her body being claimed.
Maybe it shouldn’t get me off, but it does. It really fucking does.
I thrust into her harder, my hands gripping the rope where her wrists have been tied. “Tell me where you belong, bunny.”
“With you,” she moans, and I pull the rope, hauling her up, tightening her grip around my cock.
It’s unexpected and blinding. Fuck.
“Say it again,” I growl, drawing the rope tighter. “Tell me where you belong.”
“With you,” she pants again, her eyes closing as her walls tighten around my cock. “I’m gonna come, Duke. Don’t stop!”
“That a girl, come on my cock. Give it all to me.”
Her eyes squeeze closed, her mouth drops open, her head leans back, and the sweetest sounds hum from her lips.
I loosen the ropes, letting the fibers fall against her wrists as she comes hot and warm, strangling my cock with her tight little pussy.
Lord, I’m not going to make it. No way in fucking hell.
I grip hold of her hips and thrust into her one final time, howling out as I fill her up and make her mine.
The sky hangs heavy with heat, pale and stretched thin over the land like a sun-bleached canvas as horses paw at the stalls inside the barn. I’m sure I’ve scared the fuck out of everyone with the noises I’ve just made.
“Damn, little one. You okay?” I lean into her small frame, lift her from the bale of hay, and hold her against my body. “Was I too rough?”
“No,” she breathes heavy against my chest, “I want more.”
I kiss the top of her forehead as a breeze dances across the field, brushing our naked bodies with a cool, refreshing ripple. “What do you say we head inside, and I whip us up some supper? I’m thinking I’d like more of that little bunny rabbit that’s been chasing me.”
Her smile isn’t soft. It’s wild. And just like that, the chase begins again. This time toward the farmhouse, toward forever, toward a life I never thought I’d find.