Author's note: Hello everyone, and thank you for returning for chapter two! It was brought to my attention that I should warn you all that this story will be taking on a darker tone as it progresses. If that is not to your liking, proceed with caution. Initially, this was going to be a very long chapter so I have decided to break it up to get it out a little quicker. Without further ado, enjoy!
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What was that?
He watched her storm away, her shoulders drawn back in a defiant show of superiority. He had no idea what had made him lean his lips into hers, but whatever had driven him, he was grateful for it. As soon as they had touched so intimately a fiery beast had awoken inside of him, raging with a desire to hold her against him, to feel her from the inside. To make her squeal. To watch those emerald eyes retract once more with shock and uncertainty -- with fear.
Stop! What is wrong with you?
He shook his head and turned back to the old man sitting behind the booth. "Have yer fun didja?" The geezer croaked at him with a chuckle.
"I'll take two bags of jerky and a jug of sweet tea, sir." Chad ignored the jest, collected his items, and paid the man. He stole one last stare at the woman's backside just before she turned the corner. How perfect it was -- like two round orbs, perky and tightly stretching out her faded blue jeans. Her hair burned under the San Antonio sun with an unnatural redness and he found himself wondering if the carpets matched the drapes. Only one way to find out
... Stop it!
Chad took his bags and climbed into the old pick-up that rusted and creaked but never failed to take him those places too far to justify taking his horse. Rather than turning left out of the school on the road to him, the truck turned right and soon enough he came up behind her.
What are you doing, are you crazy? She'll see you!
He slowed the vehicle and pulled it off to the side of the road. He sat there for a few moments, watching her hike away into the afternoon.
What's your plan now, hot shot? Gonna run up and kiss her again? Sure, she'll love that.
She turned the corner once more and was gone.
He turned the truck back on, flipped it around in the street, and set off for home. The sun was beginning to set when he finally made it back to the farm. About halfway into the five hour journey, he realized that he had completely forgotten about his meeting with Snyder. The man was trying to buy out his farm and the neighboring land for a new casino and Chad hadn't even shown up to negotiate. What had that woman done to him? He had been so distracted by the way her breasts had pressed through her white cotton tank, little pink nipples puffing out like nickel-sized buttons, just begging to be clamped down and made to stand erect.
Speaking of erect... Damn you man, get a grip on yourself!
But it was too late. He could feel his need for the woman straining in his Levi's now -- it was uncomfortable to say the least. He climbed out of the truck and trudged up the front steps of his ranch home. The fields around him were lit red by the sunset and the wheat blew to and fro in a rhythmic pattern with the wind. He opened his front door -- no need to lock it this far from civilization -- and dropped his keys on the kitchen island. Not bothering to turn on the lights he made his way back to the bedroom and turned on the shower to warm.
Try as he might, he couldn't take his mind off the softness of her lips or the way her tight little stomach had felt pressed against his. The blood had rushed to her cheeks in stubborn embarrassment, one that had left his insides writhing. He loved how she had fought not to show her humiliation and how her instinct had been to fight back with her words. How heated she was -- it heated him. He noticed then that he had been absent mindedly stroking himself to the thought of her. His little filly. She was begging to be broken.
Chad had trained many a filly in his day, he preferred their temperaments. The way they were born into the world so happy and carefree. The way they used their wits rather than brute strength to fight their training, as stallions often did. He wondered what it would be like to outsmart a human as he had so many beasts. What it would feel like to manipulate someone into doing exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, without question.
He climbed into the shower and let the steam billow out around him. His cock protested the lack of tugging by twitching irritably below. Chad reach down and grasped himself. He started to work his hand, pumping and twisting as he thought of his filly. How much more beautiful she would look at the biting end of his whip, tied up in his robes, licking salt from his body at his command. He pictured those beautiful pink nipples, hard from the coldness of a dark chamber. Finally, he saw those eyes. He jerked his hand along his shaft, gripping tighter now as he imagined how she would feel around him and he saw her deep green eyes, filled with tears waiting to break free. Tears of pleasure and of pain, waiting obediently for his next direction. She parted her full pink lips and...
Hot ropes of cum blasted from him now, splattering against the tiles of the shower. Chad dropped to his knees, out of breath and shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. Never had he felt anything so strong, never except for the desire he now felt to make his fantasies a reality.
That's it, you've lost it. You can't actually
do
that to a person. It's illegal and insane!
That may be, but it didn't stop a man from dreaming. Though, if he ever did decide to carry out these passions it would be relatively easy. His nearest neighbor was miles away and even then, it was nigh impossible to navigate the fields unless you were familiar with the routes.
Yes, but where would you keep her? It's not like this is Alcatraz.
That was true. The land here was flat as far as the eye could see and he wasn't even sure if he knew how to lock the doors anymore. If he couldn't keep anyone out then he certainly couldn't keep anyone in -- in the house anyway.
The barn. It was located out in the middle of the pasture and electric horse wire ran the entire perimeter. Even if she did manage to slip out, it would take a while for her to figure a way past the fence and then even longer to find a path out of the fields without him catching up to her first.
It felt strange to him to be thinking such dark and evil thoughts, he certainly had never done so before. It was something about this woman. The way she denied herself weakness and dismissed her surroundings with such obvious superiority. She may look the part of a woman with little interest in her appearance, but her attitude and the way she carried herself spoke to just how confident and stubborn she was on the interior. He wanted to watch that fire die. He wanted to be the one to show her free spirit exactly how ensnared it is.
He needed to see her again, to watch her. He would need to know everything about her. It was an important part of the breaking process to know more than the subject about the situation. He couldn't afford to be surprised at any point -- surprises were for her, to catch her off guard and distract from the mental assaults he would dole out.
Wait a minute... am I actually making a plan?
