“I am indeed, and thank you, but I think we should let you get on now.”
“Yeah, busy, busy, busy, but if you’re around in a little while that new stallion is due for some more schooling.”
“Yeah, maybe,” said Jim as Pippa joined them followed by Lizzie and Dan.
“Hi, Daddy.” Lizzie stretched up and kissed him.
“Hey kids, what are you all up to?” he asked them collectively.
“We’ve been riding with Tash and there’s nothing else planned, is there?” Pippa looked between the other two.
“I was going to see a movie with Dylan, but he can’t make it now, so we could go back up to the house and hang round the pool or play tennis. I could call Danielle and see if she wants to come over,” suggested Lizzie.
“Yeah, whatever,” agreed Dan.
“Could I stay here for a while? I love being around the horses and I have missed it, Tash, haven’t you?” asked Pippa sadly.
Tasha nodded and hugged her younger sister.
“But he has no control over anything we do anymore.” Tasha kissed the younger girl’s head in gentle reassurance.
“Do you really believe that? What if he tries to make me go back home—I’d rather die,” cried Pippa referring to the idea of having to go back to their parents and family home.
“That will never happen. I promise you that.” Tasha’s insistence was almost tearful with determination and understanding of what her sister was saying. The truth was that she would never allow Pippa to go back there, not now that she was free. She’d go back there herself before she’d allow either of her siblings to return and that was never going to happen either.
Jim added his opinion. “I promise you both that if your parents attempt to do anything you don’t want I will make sure they are tied up in legal wrangling until you’re old enough to legally make your own decisions, okay?”
They both nodded and as Travis reappeared, Jim called him over. “Pippa would like to help out for a while Trav, can we leave her with you?”
“Yeah, sure, all help is gratefully accepted, especially when it is packaged so prettily,” said Travis as he flashed a dazzling grin at Pippa.
Tasha watched them walking off towards the paddock and turned to face Jim. “You really are a wonderful man.” She stretched up and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Yes, I am.” He grinned down at her brushing the lose strands of hair off her face.
She laughed at him and his false sense of modesty.
“So, how are you feeling baby? I didn’t detect any sign of panties, by sight nor touch.” As if to make his point he rubbed his hand over her behind again.
“I am feeling more than a little uncomfortable and I’m not prepared to discuss the status of my underwear with you, Mr Maybury.”
“You look very hot in these tight pants baby.” He breathed into her ear and across her neck. “They seem to fit very closely,” he whispered as his hand dropped and he wedged it between her legs pressing firmly on the seam of her black, horse riding pants against her sex.
She looked up at him with a look of desire and pleading that seemed to instantly please him and made him press more firmly with circular movements added, but further forward directly against her clitoris making her moan louder than she’d imagined it would.
“You two decided to stick around for a bit of schooling and to see me break this beauty in then?” asked Travis who had reappeared with Pippa and a huge, handsome, black stallion in the ring.
“Yeah, can’t wait,” called Jim to Travis before whispering to Tasha, “I love to see something wild and undisciplined being possessed and controlled, owned one might say.”
She moaned again as she desperately tried, unsuccessfully to find some moisture in her arid mouth. Jim was standing behind her now and smacked her behind firmly then pushed her forward to stand against the fence around the ring, which she did without any words being exchanged.
Once against the fence, Jim stood directly behind her and pressed himself into her, ensuring there was no mistaking the fact that he had an erection.
Tasha watched on in awe as the strong, determined black stallion fought against Travis as he worked to control him, to own him. Travis was patient, but relentless in his pursuit of gaining what he wanted from the big, strong, beautiful thoroughbred, his compliance and his submission. Travis relied on his skills of horsemanship, his voice and nothing else and in what seemed like no time at all the horse, Diamond, began to soften and comply slightly. Tasha realised she was leaning back into Jim’s body and was rubbing herself against him.
“You see, Tasha, everything has a natural order in life and whilst some may fight it more than others, everybody realises how things work eventually.” Jim blew a light breath across her bare neck that felt hot then cold, tingling against her skin until she felt a prickling sensation.
“James,” was as much as she could say in response.
