Lacy Riding Mistress 1 & 2
Lacy Riding Mistress 3
Previously...
“I don’t like you laughing at me,” he said and took a step toward her.
She could only stand up straight as he approached.
She didn’t know how she would react to another one of his kisses; she thought that she might faint at the gentlest touch.
He didn’t touch her gently though, he grabbed her by her upper arm and jerked her towards him.
Her breathing was laboured and rasped out in sharp gasps.
He kissed her again, but this time he didn’t let her go.
His kisses smothered her mouth and neck until she couldn’t think straight.
Then he thrust her away from him, holding her upper arms. He held her at arms’ length and studied her face, her flushed, excited face.
Then he let go of her arms and took a step back from her.
He stood before her, immaculate in his riding outfit and she couldn’t look at him.
She looked at the floor until he placed the handle of the crop on her throat and moved it upwards under her chin and forced her to look at him.
Her face burned with the thrill of it all but she wouldn’t allow herself to become overwhelmed to the point of fainting.
On a whim, she looked right into his eyes.
Lacy didn’t know what she expected to see in his eyes but adoration had not been a consideration.
She blinked rapidly as she took in his expression and then she took the initiative and moved into his arms and kissed him.
She repeated his actions from before and she entwined her hand in his hair but she didn’t stop at that, she closed her fist and pulled his hair with a roughness that surprised him.
It was his turn to gasp as she took control of the kiss.
As the kiss ended and they parted, Lacy nipped his bottom lip with her teeth.
The bite drew blood and he wiped at his lip with his fingers, looked at the blood on the tips and grinned.
“I think our working relationship is as straight as it’s going to be,” he said.
Nathaniel lunged forward, dipping at the waist as he went and caught her around the middle to lift her off her feet and throw her onto a pile of blankets.
The blankets were dusty and smelled horsey but they could ignore the smell.
He knelt above her, straddling her body and stripped off his jacket.
She thought he was removing it to keep it clean but he didn’t look where he threw it, so he couldn’t care so much about it.
Then he leaned forward to kiss her again and her hands busied themselves by pulling his shirt from his waistband.
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