An older man goes riding with a much younger woman. When they reach his cabin in the woods he takes control, ropes her and brings her sweet pleasure.
All characters are consenting adults, of course.
Enjoy.
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Saddling the two horses went smoothly.
The first, a mare, willingly followed Mark Illanovitch from the pasture into the stable. The second, a filly, hesitated.
Annie, Mark's much younger visitor, hesitated too. She had been raised on a ranch in Montana and knew how to handle horses. But it wasn't in her nature to take the lead. She waited, watching him.
Once Mark tied the mare at the tack room, he sighed, put on leather roping gloves and took a well-used lasso off the wall. In the pasture he expertly sent a loop around the younger horse's neck and calmly waited until she settled before leading her into the barn.
"You can saddle her yourself, right?" Mark asked.
Annie nodded. "Of course!"
"I'll do the mare then. You take care of the filly."
"Watch her," he added. "She can be skittish!"
Annie expertly prepared her horse. She savored the familiar feel of the leather from the saddle-soaped harnesses. When finished, she led the filly out to the yard and easily swung herself up, settling calmly into the saddle as the filly danced from the additional weight. Annie calmed her with gentle movement and voice.
Soon they were riding across the open field toward the hills behind the farm. Mark had inherited it from his grandparents. He kept it now as a hobby farm and a place for him to escape the city.
It was a beautiful day, without wind and warm, neither hot nor humid. She was glad to have met Mark at the neighbor's party last night. Yes, he was old enough to be her father. But she was attracted to his calm confidence. He was good looking too, fit and trim. And she was thrilled when he invited her to go for a ride. She missed it. The filly's movement felt good between her thighs. The sundress she wore was perfect for this summer day. The boots fit the stirrups like they belonged and the hat kept the sun from her eyes. She urged her mount to a canter.
Mark was enjoying the day too. He looked across at Annie, riding beside him. She was so lithe and happy astride the filly, her body undulating fluidly with the horse's motion. He watched her, the bright sunlight hinting at her shape underneath as it shone through the thin fabric of her sundress.
Mark pushed the mare to a gallop. He shouted over his shoulder as he passed Annie, "Follow me!"
The track rose among trees on one side of the valley, narrowing. At the top of a hill Mark slowed the mare to a walk and she huffed from exertion after the gallop. Annie was right behind.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"My favorite place," Mark called back over his shoulder.
Annie followed, relaxing in the sun, enjoying the bird song and scent of the pines. They rounded a corner and entered a clearing. On the far side was a small log cabin. And behind it, a spectacular view of the valley below.
"Wow! This is awesome," Annie breathed. They dismounted in the quiet enclave and hitched their horses to the railing on the rough hewn porch that surrounded two sides of the cabin.
"My hideaway," explained Mark. "Whenever I need complete peace and quiet, this is where I come." He smiled, "Like it?"
"Oh, yes," said Annie. "It feels so secret and private, like in a fairytale."
Mark stepped up the porch and unlocked the padlocked door. "Let me show you inside," he said, swinging it open.
She slipped past him and entered the one-room cabin. On the right were shelves with books and a few tools. There was an inviting rocking chair and a small table with a kerosene lantern. On the far side was a single bed, a stack of blankets piled at one end. To the left, a counter held a wash basin and shelves with cans and food containers, pots and frypans, and a tidy collection of kitchen tools. In the middle of the small room was a black cast iron wood burning stove that could do double duty as a heater on cooler nights. A blackened tea kettle sat on top and a pile of split firewood filled a box beside.
"Cozy," nodded Annie. "And the bathroom?" she asked.
Mark grinned, "Ah! Very old-fashioned," he said. "It's an outhouse behind the cabin over that way," he gestured toward the back of the cabin.
"May I?" Annie asked.
"Of course!" answered Mark. He grinned, "I put out fresh towels last time I was here."
Following her outside, Mark busied himself tying the horses' leads to trees on either side of the clearing so they could graze but not wander away.
When Annie returned, he was idly playing with his lasso, tossing and coiling it as he practised landing around a particular tuft of grass in the clearing in front of him.
He watched her cross to the filly. She stooped to check that the cinch was loosened. She was so trim, tight, and tidy, a lot like the horse she was riding. She rubbed the filly's nose, speaking softly. Her dark hair shone in the sun, matching the light reflecting from her sundress that swung around her hips as she moved.
He suddenly realized that he wanted her.
As she crossed the clearing toward him, he sent the lasso flying so it spun perfectly around her. As it fell to her waist, he jerked it taut, pinning her ams to her sides.
"Hey!" she squealed and stumbled. She looked at him with a quizzical smile.
Mark slowly pulled her forward as he coiled the rope.
"Well, looky here!" he said in a poor imitation of a Texan accent. "I roped me a nice little filly! My lucky day!"
He grinned and continued to tug her step by step closer.
"Mr. Illanovitch!" Annie squeaked. "Ummm ... wha ... what are you ... doing?"
"'Sir,' please Annie!" Mark said sternly. "Use the correct terminology. 'Sir' is how I want you to address me."
Annie swallowed and continued to take small stumbling steps as he expertly twisted the rope into loops, drawing her closer. She decided to do as he said and play along.
"Ummm ... Okaaaay .... Sir?"
By now they were face to face only a foot apart.
"Good girl," Mark said.
He smiled and reached a hand to the junction of her shoulder and neck. Shocked by his sudden intimate touch, she tilted her head and looked up at him inquiringly.
"You know I have no desire at all to hurt you, right?" He looked into her eyes, wide with surprise. "That's not my thing. I enjoyed talking and getting to know you at the party last evening. I think I like you too much now to want to hurt you."
He paused. "But I want you to agree."
Annie nodded uncertainly, butterflies rising in her stomach. "Uh ... Okaaay? ... Agree to what?"
"All I want ...," said Mark. He leaned closer to her, "... Is to bring you pleasure. More than you even know you can experience. I want you to feel things you've never felt before."
He leaned back to study her face.
His words startled her. She felt strange.. excited.. confused.. hesitant.. eager ... all at once. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. She'd never been with anyone as assured as Mark, so in control of the situation, so intense. This wasn't just play. It was a side of him she'd only had hints of when she first met him. She thought of how she'd felt then. She knew he had made her feel.. safe.. ready.. willing.. open.
She swallowed and nodded slowly. She knew what he wanted her to say..
"Yes .... Sir."
"Do you agree? Do you accept my control of you?"
Annie felt her legs quiver and heart beat faster. Again she nodded. "Yes .... Yes, sir."
'Oh god,' she thought. 'What am I doing? How can this man have so much power over me?'
Mark tugged the rope to pull her closer. She stumbled until her body was against his, her arms fixed by the lasso to her sides. She closed her eyes and lifted her lips. She expected him to kiss her, to press his mouth to hers, to feel his tongue reaching, to moan, to give herself to him. She felt her body opening for whatever he would do. Her breath quickened and she felt heat start to rise between her legs.
But he didn't kiss her.
Instead he pulled her around. She stumbled back against the porch railing. He leaned against her, not to kiss her willing lips, but to hold her against the railing so he could lift the rope around it, sending loops over and under both sides, cinching her to the rail. She gasped in surprise. Mark quickly finished looping and swung himself onto the porch behind her. She felt him yank the rope tighter and knot it, tying her securely like a farrier tending to a horse's hooves.
"All right?" he asked in a low voice.
She could twist her body side to side but she could only stand upright. Her legs were free and she could bend her body some. But she couldn't go anywhere. She was trussed firmly in place.
Annie stuttered, "Y ... ye ... yess."
