Page 15 of The Music in Me

“Keep talking like that, and we’ll have to give this horse a bath before we return it. Or do I need to remind you that I haven’t got a stitch of underwear on?”

“I have your panties in my pocket, Kira. Trust me, I haven’t forgotten,” he replied, reaching around to cup my breast with one hand. I moaned as he began to knead my breast, tweaking my nipples through my clothes.

“No noise,” he warned in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean…?”

He pinched my nipple hard enough to hurt, and I winced in pain. “Stop asking questions and do as you’re told, Kira. You want to make Daddy proud, don’t you?”

I clamped my lips together and nodded my head. This time, when he went back to rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I did my best not to make any sound. It was hard, and it became harder when he handed the reins to me so he could fondle my breasts with both hands.

“Keep the horse walking straight, baby,” he said to me as he continued his torture. “Any sudden movement and I stop. Do you understand?”

I nodded again, closing my eyes and pushing my head back against his chest when one hand slid down my body and disappeared into the waistband of my breeches. I understood now why he’d taken off my underwear. I felt two fingers slide across my flesh, gliding down until they came in contact with the swollen bud of my clit.

I bit my inner cheek to stifle my gasp of pleasure, and when he began to stroke the sensitive nub, I fought to keep my eyes open and my hands still. I didn’t want him to stop, yet if he continued, I knew there was no way I could remain mute. The urge to scream out loud scrambled my senses, and the torture was compounded by the fact that I had to keep myself still for fear of spooking the horse.

His fingers pushed deeper, moving over the narrow slit and parting my swollen flesh, drenched with my desire. I fought to get my bearings, to drag air into my lungs, and to remember the instructions he’d given me. I just needed to breathe. If I could get some air into my lungs, maybe I could maintain control long enough to finally get the climax I desperately yearned.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispered in my ear. I felt goosebumps appear at the nape of my neck, and my grip on the right tightened a little. “To have you in my arms like this, to feel the wetness of your pussy around my fingers…”

Oh God!

“To fuck you with my tongue and suck that pretty clit into my mouth…”

Fuck me! My entire body was strung so tightly that even the caress of the breeze across my skin was one sensation too many. I could feel my juices coating his fingers, my pussy pulsing with need and desire as he stroked and teased me with both action and words. How could he ask me not to make a sound when he was evoking these feelings inside me? I could feel the pressure building, pulling at me, ripping me apart at the seams until I was close to bursting.

Just a few more seconds… Just a few more strokes… One instant before I exploded, the pressure became too much for me to handle, and I threw my head back against him, yelling, “Please, Daddy!” My legs dug into the side of the horse, sending him into a gallop.

Just like that, Leon pulled away. I went from tethering on the brink of what I knew would have been a massive orgasm to feeling the ground fall out from underneath me.

“No!” I screamed, my gasping moans turning into a screech of frustration. “Why did you stop?” I cried, feeling tears roll down my eyes.

“You know why,” he said, taking control of the horse and slowing it down. “I told you, Kira. You don’t get a reward for disobeying me.”

“But I tried,” I cried. “I really did. You know I did.”

“I know.”

“It’s not fair,” I continued wailing, not over the injustice. “I was so close too. I should get a reward for trying.”

“Not how it works, baby.”

“That is so unfair.”

“I know,” he said, and this time, I heard the hint of frustration in his voice. At the same time, I felt his erection pressing against my back. I immediately wiggled my ass against it and felt his cock jump in response. “Stop it,” he hissed at me.

“Why should I?” I asked, wiggling my ass some more. “Turnabout is fair play, don’t you think?”

“Not in this case. I’m your daddy, remember. That means I get to control you, not the other way around.”

“No fair,” I grumbled and folded my hand across my chest. “You get to torture me anytime you want and I have no choice but to take it.”

“I’ve had your panties in my pocket before we started this ride, Kira. That’s the scent of your cunt right under my nose this whole time. Do you have any fucking idea what pants this tight does to an erection?” he groaned. “I’m suffering here too, baby.”

“Why are you hell-bent on making us both suffer, then?” I asked.

“Because I don’t have a choice,” he growled. “You need discipline, baby, and it is my job to make sure you get it. Believe me when I say this hurts me way more than it hurts you.”

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