Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
The first time Jake took me to Turner Saddlery months ago, I fell in love. Seeing all the beautiful things he created, and all the people filtering in and out who love him and his work was absolutely incredible. The detail he puts into everything–I don’t understand how he does it. He’s a perfectionist, sure, but the eye he has for detail is absolutely insane.
Every time I have visited since then, I always climb onto the saddle rack and pretend I’m riding, just to give him and Jo Jo a laugh.
This morning, however, I learned that Jake brought a saddle rack home from the shop, when I awoke to him standing naked and hard next to the rack, a saddle with a dildo in the center fitted to the top, crop in hand. “C’mon, cowgirl,” he said, holding out his hat to me.
And atop this saddle is where I’ve been for the last hour, being his plaything, willingly and gladly.
With his hat on my head, I squeeze my knees around the saddle, gripping the horn as Jake runs the edge of his crop along the underside of my throat. “Open that throat for me, cowgirl,” he chides, his voice a sexy growl when he’s this turned on. He doesn’t even have to guide his cock into my mouth–he’s so hard and so ready, I lean over, open my mouth and with a thrust of his hips, he’s on my tongue.
“Ride, Riley. Ride that saddle and make yourself come like the desperate little slut you are,” Jake rasps, as he pulls back before each strike, caning my ass, one cheek after the next.
I gasp on his cock, my hands sweaty around the horn. He pushes his cock a little deeper, and I gag, and Jake runs the end of his crop through the mess on my chin. “Look at you, dripping for my dick,” he groans, caning me again and again, along my back and thighs.
The sting is intense, but it fades in a few seconds, leaving behind an all-consuming burn, and eruption of heightened senses underneath my skin. My body trembles on the saddle, the one Jake tells me that he made just for me and my pussy.
“That saddle is getting your greedy little cunt warmed up for me,” he says, finally hollowing my mouth. Reaching out, he wraps his hand around my throat, right beneath my chin, and guides me back to a sitting position. “Open your mouth,” he commands, voice dark, promising sin and indulgence .
I open my mouth in time to catch his thick, warm spit, and before I can swallow, the sting of the crop radiates through my left nipple, then right, as he punishes me for not begging the moment my mouth was free.
“I wanna hear you, my perfect little slut. I wanna hear you beg for my crop while you’re riding the cock I gave you, in the saddle I made.” His chest expands, his nipples hard, sweat carving a tiny trail between his swollen pecs. Everything about Jake Turner, from the touches of gray in his chest hair, to the thick veins on the tops of his hands–he is my personal God, and there is nothing I wouldn’t give to him.
“Please, sir,” I beg, an ethereal fog drifting through my brain. “Take me off this saddle and fuck me, please, I need you sir, you and only you.” Rolling my hips, I ride and ride and ride as Jake walks slow circles around the rack, making use of his crop on the bare bottoms of my feet, along my hips, on my nipples, and once against my clit. By the time he stops in front of me, his cock a steel beam of temptation jutting out from his powerful thighs, I’m going to absolutely combust.
“Please, please, please, sir, I need to come. Let me come. Can I come, sir?” I moan, gripping the horn with one hand, raising up the other to adjust his hat on my head. Sweat slides down my spine, and I feel slippery in the ornate saddle, my perspiration and arousal staining the leather. I can’t take my eyes off of him, and the longer I look at the pinkened head of his cock and the thread of precome stringing from him to the floor, the more I realize I’m going to come whether or not he gives me permission.
“Sir, I’m gonna come, I can’t stop, I can’t,” I shake my head, words getting harder and hard to grab onto. My mouth is dry and my stomach is clenched, exhaustion and desire electrifying my body. The coil of desire that Jake has been tightening inside me every moment since we met unspools, and I toss my head back as my pussy clenches all around the rubber cock.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir,” I moan, writhing and bucking on the saddle as I come in intense, shameless waves. He comes to the side of the saddle, reaches down, and rubs my clit with his thumb as he sinks his teeth into my bare shoulder.
The pain of his bite and the intense pleasure of his hand make a heady cocktail that leaves me a moaning, whimpering mess.
He lets me come hard, and after, he sees I’m through, he lifts me gently off the saddle and sets me on the bed. He drapes a sheet over the saddle, unlocking the wheels on the rack and rolling it into his walk-in closet before closing the door.
“We can be kinky with Jo Jo in the house,” he’d told me a few months ago after a particularly heavy impact session that left the bed scattered in a ton of leather toys. “We just have to be good at cleaning up, and my closet needs a lock.”
Every time we make a mess during a scene, Jake cleans it up. I offer to help but, in his words, “a dominant makes your life easy and gives you intense pleasure.” I don’t know how much of that is truly the role of a dominant or if that’s just my own dominant man, but either way, I know I’m lucky.
He comes to the edge of the bed, stepping between my legs to spread them. He strokes himself over me, before bending to steal the hat from the bed where I put it when he set me down. He places it on his head, and my chest squeezes at the sight. My sexy, dominant cowboy daddy.
Another pump of his cock, a wink, then I’m rolled back onto my shoulders with the first six inches inside me. A groan erupts from his chest, rattling the walls, leaving me a puddle of liquid desire. Watching him lose control and come will almost always make me come again.
With one hand gripping my ankle, he uses the other to grab his balls, groaning as his hips pump. “Gonna give my beautiful little slut every drop I got,” he warns, his simmering gaze coming to meet mine. “You want it all, don’t you slut? You want all the cum in these big balls.”
I reach down and start rubbing myself like crazy, the burn of his cock already quickly turning into pleasure as he nears the edge.
“I’m gonna come, Riley,” he says, using my name as he draws closer. “You ready, baby?”
I nod my head, breathless as I stare up at him. Just as my cunt begins to spasm around the length he’s given me, he throws his head back and roars.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts, and I join him, moaning his name, moaning all the things I feel when he comes inside me.
“Oh my god, you feel so good! Oh my god, that’s so good, so hot, so much cum. Thank you, sir, thank you. Oh yes! Yes,” I praise, and before I know it, he slides out of me and collapses over me, his mammoth frame pressing into mine. His hot breath flanks my ear.
“God, I will not be able to stop seeing you on that saddle until I die.” He lifts his head and presses his mouth to mine, our tongues finding each other immediately.
Jake rolls us over, and pulls me into his chest, stroking his fingers through my hairline. His lips press to my forehead, and while he kisses me, I enjoy the heavy thump of his heart.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, his voice rough and raw.
“I’m glad, too,” I tell him, then roll in his arms to find his lips. He groans as we kiss, but he rears back a moment later.
“Jo Jo is gonna be back from her workout in a few minutes. What do you say we head to the kitchen and I make you girls some breakfast?” He finds my breast with his hand, and rolls my nipple between two fingers.
“Sounds like the perfect morning.”
While making pancakes, Jake tells Jo Jo all about the way Janie made pancakes, and how she’d always add a secret ingredient, then make Jake guess what it was. He tells her how she was a great baker, but after having a baby, she got even better. “She always set you right here on the counter,” he says to her, “and you were her number one taste-tester.”
I love hearing about Janie, and the life Jake and Jo Jo had years ago. It makes me feel closer to them, and the more he shares about Janie, I can see the more Jo Jo feels connected to her mom. I feel honored to be a part of their journey of healing. Truthfully, I’m honored to be a part of their family. They’re both beautiful human beings who I love so much.
“Just whips and crops today,” Jake says to a man wearing chaps and a black felt hat. “Saddles are being cleaned this week.”
I turn to Jo Jo, leaving Jake and the man to talk about a custom order. “You don’t wanna go meet up with the girls? They’re here. I just saw Miranda and Carrie over there.”
Jo Jo, her hair in a braid down her back, dressed in jeans and hoodie, her boots on her feet just like me, presses her lips together in a flat line.
“Okay, so that’s a no. But why?” I reach for my iced coffee, one I got from the cart new to the market this week.
“Well, you know how the freshman girls were teasing me about not getting my period,” she says, whispering to keep this between me and her.
I nod. “Super dumb but yes, of course I remember.”
“Alexa and Carrie are friends. Alexa told Carrie, then Carrie and Kelly, and last week in the rally court, between fourth and fifth period, they started talking shit to me.”
I cannot fathom making fun of someone for something they have no control over, and because of this, my brows shoot up and a small laugh falls from my lips. “What? That’s ridiculous. What were they saying?”
“Just… stuff. Stuff about how Rawley’s gonna dump me when he finds out I'm still a baby.” She shrugs like it doesn't hurt her, but I see the lingering pain in her eyes.
“Okay first of all, high school boys don’t know about periods. I mean, yes, some of them know they exist, but to think Rawley would dump you over your period is really dumb. Like, really, really dumb. Okay? Trust me.” I lean in and drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper because our girl talk doesn’t need to involve Jake. “Most of them don’t even know exactly what the female anatomy is about. So, don’t believe them.”
My words take a moment to sink in, but I can tell that they do because she nods, her eyes a little more carefree than they were a minute ago.
The old man saunters off after placing an order, and Jake turns to us. “Jo, you got some friends waitin’,” he says, nodding his head to the area adjacent to our booth.
Alexa, Carrie, Kelly and Jasmine stand huddled, and Jasmine waves Jo Jo over.
“Speak of the devils,” she groans.
She gets to her feet and walks over, folding her arms over her chest. “Hey Jas,” she greets, and I roll my stool a little closer to Jake just to eavesdrop .
“Alexa, Carrie and Kelly have something they want to say to you,” Jasmine says, her tone firm. I love Jasmine’s transformation this season. She went from minion to a baddie with a mind of her own, and I’m proud of her.
Alexa clears her throat. “I’m really sorry for making fun of you. I was just jealous that Rawley asked you to the dance.”
Carrie nods her head. “I like you. I don’t know why I joined in. I’m really sorry, Jo Jo,” she says, pressing her body to Jolene’s, forcing a hug. But Jo Jo eventually returns it, and just as Kelly begins to apologize, Jake grips my knee and brings his lips to my ear.
“What do you say we give her a minute and we go revisit that place behind the barn, where we first met?” he asks, the low, smoky tone of his voice making my nipples hard and my welts flare.
We tell Jo Jo we’ll be back, and I look over my shoulder at them as Jake guides us off. She’s laughing, and so are the other girls, and just knowing it’s all coming together for her nearly makes me cry.
“I’m so happy they worked it out,” I tell Jake, who tugs our joined hands as we reach the barn. We move to the backside and he presses me against the sun-heated wood, pinning my wrists above my head with just one hand. He tips his hat back, exposing the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. With his free hand, he commands my focus, grabbing my jaw. “Thank you,” he says, his voice raspy and raw, emotion and desire tangling inside him, I can feel it.
I always feel how Jake is feeling.
“What for?” I ask, breathless in our heated moment of privacy.
I almost think for a second he’s gonna do something crazy and shove his hand down the front of my jeans and finger me, or spit in my mouth then use my face to get off. I never know with this wild-hearted man of mine. Instead, his eyes search mine as he says, “For giving us a life back.”
I can hardly hear my own words when I respond. “You two did the same for me.”
With my wrist still pinned and my face still in his grip, he kisses me. He pulls back a bit, then presses our foreheads together.
“I love you, Riley.”
Tears sting my eyes. “I love you, too, Jake.”
He lets my hands free, and kisses the inside of my palm, the same place he sucked the splinter out all those months ago. We link our hands together and walk back to the booth, where Jo Jo and her friends have started taking everything down as the market comes to an end.
The girls come back to our place that night and have a huge sleepover. Jake makes them mini pizzas and rents them movies, and the two of us hole up in our room, enjoying our privacy.
As we're dozing off, he tells me he loves me again, and I can’t help but say it back, along with my favorite word.
“I love you, too… sir.”