“So relevant,” he says. “Let his body command you.”
I shake my head and look over. The bastard is now smiling; he is playing with me.
“You are a dick.”
“Focus,” he commands me.
The intense riding lesson is taking me far, even if it’s completely nerve-wracking. I am feeling frazzled and confused, but I have learned to ride.
Just when I think I have it and we’re doing well, Harry taps the end of the leather whip on Charlie’s rump. “Come on, boy.”
Charlie picks up speed, and I hold on for my life. I hold on tight, pushing myself to feel, not think. I also try to match the large brute’s strength and rhythm.
“It’s important to push yourself, Samantha.”
“Bastard,” I mumble low.
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” I huff-yell.
Suddenly, Harry clips my bum with the black leather whip. It is usually feet away and resting on Charlie’s rump.
It stung, and I flash Harry a look.
“Sorry.”
“Watch it,” I huff, getting turned on.
“Or else?”
We are now cantering fast, and it feels like I’m flying.
Even if Harry has pushed me hard and fast, I’ve been able to handle it. It’s weird and almost as if Harry knows just what I’m capable of and how much I can take before losing it.
The rush and speed of the ride is thrilling. I also feel proud to finally be able to ride.
“That’s good, Samantha, you’re doing well!”
I beam inside, and then finally, we slow, then trot and return to a walk.
Harry walks over and reaches up. He is now smiling wide. “Come on. Down.”
Resting my hands on his large shoulders, I leap down, almost into his arms. I am super-pumped, full of adrenaline, and ecstatic.
“Oh, my God!” I huff.
“Fun, huh?”
“So much.” I beam.
Harry and I keep our hands and eyes on each other, then I remember poor Charlie. I stand in front of him and kiss his big, soft, and warm nose. Charlie snorts and swishes his tail.
“That means he liked it.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know, but you did the same after I rode you!”
