33. Good Teacher #2
“Just keep a hold of the reins and start walking. Just be mindful of where you step in those plastic things you call shoes.” He shook his head. “Clearly going to need to get you more boots, livin’ here.”
I glanced down at my toes in my pink flip-flops and then over at the hooves next to me. “Oh. Well, that could be problematic.” My eyes rose back up to Clover’s and I arched a brow at her. “Mind my toes, please, and I’ll bring you an apple or something.”
She let out a chuff, which I took as a resounding yes, and I started guiding her down to Oliver.
Once we were within the gate, he took the reins from me and pulled them off of her, letting her roam off into the valley with the rest of her friends.
He turned back towards me with a smile as he threw an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close to his body.
A movement that reminded me just how little clothing his upper half held right now.
“You did good.” There was no mockery or snideness in his tone, and something about the words, so simple and pure, did something to my insides that I’d have to look at some other time.
“Good teacher,” I explained, glancing up at him.
He let me go, closing and locking the gate behind us, only to stop in front of me. I took a step back, now pressed against the metal bars behind me, my neck craning up to meet his eyes. Eyes that said a million words that would never leave Oliver Carragan’s mouth.
“There’s a great deal of things I’d love to teach you, baby doll. Things that have nothin’ to do with horse riding.”
My face heated, lips parted, but no sound came from them as he stared down at me.
“I would really like to take you inside now. This thin scrap of material you call a dress has been driving me insane since the moment you slipped it on.” His hand came up, his fingers caressing along my collarbone.
“And if I say no?” The words fell from my lips in a manner that simply couldn’t be stopped, an amount of sass and willpower flowing through my mind that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Something about being with Oliver Carragan made me feel powerful in a way nothing else ever had.
A feeling that was new and addicting.
A feeling I wasn’t keen to let go of anytime soon.
Oliver smiled—though the smile wasn’t the one I’d received in the barn. Not at all. It was a smile that said he was ready and willing to fight for what he wanted, and in a shock to my very being, what he seemed to want was me.
“I guess right here will do just as well.” He closed the rest of the gap between us, his arm leaning against the bars of the gate as he leaned down, pressing light kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
My head fell backwards to the gate, eyes closed, as the feel of him assaulted every nerve ending within my body.
I wasn’t sure when it happened, but it didn’t take long for my hands to find their way to his bare chest, fingertips cascading over his skin, the warmth of him heating me in a way even the sun just could not.
His opposite hand found its way back to my hip, his thumb settling just above my hip bone, squeezing just as his teeth scraped against my neck.
“Red and it all stops, baby doll.” His words centered me. The reminder that no matter what happened next, I was always in control. “But fuck me, don’t say red.”
His thigh found its way between my legs, my dress sliding up my thighs the closer he moved. As he stood, his hand moved to my throat. As if he willed them open, I found myself staring up into that blue gaze of his. It felt like he was memorizing everything about the way I looked within his grasp.
“You either let me take you inside, or I take you right here against this fence.” There was no debate to be had within his tone.
He meant what he said, and a wild, unhinged part of me wanted him to do just that.
Take me here against the fence. The entire world around us to witness the way this man felt about me—the way I felt about him.
He must’ve seen the look in my eyes because he shook his head, as if he wasn’t sure how to handle my inner thoughts. But instead of picking me up and toting me in the house, his hand dropped to my thigh, slipping up my dress and along the soft material of my panties.
“Fuck, you’re so warm, baby doll. Should we get you ready for Daddy?” he growled. My breath hitched as he pushed my underwear aside and one of his fingers found their way through my heat. “Goddamn, Ivy. Are you going to come all over my hand?”
One hand was buried in my underwear and the other wrapped around my throat. My brain couldn’t slow itself as his hand squeezed. But I still nodded, eager for him to know I was ready and willing. Whatever he needed, I’d do it.
His grip loosened enough for me to breathe once more, and he slid a finger inside of me, my nails sliding down his chest with a gasp.
“Tell me, baby doll. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’ll be ready for Daddy’s cock,” I eagerly whispered.
He smiled then. “You get wetter every time you say it, baby doll. Do you like that? You enjoy when Daddy takes care of you?”
My cheeks heated, but the feeling was quickly washed away when he added a second finger, the digits slowly moving in and out as the heel of his palm pressed against my clit.
“Is that what you needed? Need me to stretch this perfect pussy so you can take Daddy’s cock?
” His hand tightened around my throat once more as I tried to nod, plead, do whatever I needed to for him to let me come.
Instead, he slowly eased in a third finger.
My thighs trembled, my entire body tightening, my hand clasping around his forearm.
It was as if he’d already trained my body in such a short amount of time. His eyes locked on mine as I sat on the precipice for what felt like eternity, his fingers slowly and achingly moving in and out of my cunt.
“Please,” I pleaded through half strained words.
“Does my girl want to beg for it? How far is she willing to go? On her knees?” I tried to nod, and he smirked. “We’ll get to that, don’t worry.”
His hand released enough for me to suck in another breath, but his mouth covered mine before I could find the amount of air my lungs craved.
His tongue assaulted mine as his fingers began moving fast and the heel of his palm moved just enough against my clit.
I realized too late he knew what he was doing, and I found myself coming on his fingers, breathless, wide eyed, and without permission as he smiled down at me.
“Looks like my girl wants a punishment, after all.”