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Yeah, he would pinch them until they grew harder, until she mewled at him, needing release. Then he would smooth his hand down between her thighs and slip his fingers under the edge of her lace thong, finding the sweet, swollen lips, and the hardening bud between them. Then lower, slipping into her wetness as he pinched her nipple harder, making her cry out.

“Fuck, Micah,” he whispered into the steam gathering around him. “Micah… oh, yeah.”

His cock throbbed, then the throbbing shimmered through him, deep into his balls, his belly, and he had to grind his jaw against crying out at the intense pleasure shafting into him over and over as he spilled into his hand.

“Unh!”

He kept stroking, working his cock until the tremors faded, then stopped.

“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to catch his breath.

He was going to be spending a fuck of a lot of time in the shower working off his frustrations. It would be even more necessary once they started scening in the dungeon. He was determined to maintain his absolute control as a good Dominant. But there was that small doubt grinding away in the back of his mind that no amount of internal strength was going to help once he had her half naked and under his hands.

Control.

Control was everything. But never in his life had he had it challenged the way Micah challenged him. And it was going to behard as hell to keep his shit together. Not once she’d asked for it. For him to touch her. Kiss her.

He had to force himself to stop picturing what else might happen, or he’d have to spend the whole damn day in the shower.

So much for control.

CHAPTER 4

When they got to the stables, Arrow led her down the center, his big boots stirring up stalks of hay strewn on the hard-packed earth. She hadn’t been inside a barn since she was a kid, and she’d forgotten how nice the scent of hay and old wood was. It was earthy and just a little sweet, and it made her feel grounded, somehow. That, and having Arrow beside her. She knew he’d take care of her. But even so, she was a bit shaky about what she’d have to do today.

There were horses in some of the stalls they passed, then they reached a stall where a brown and white alpaca looked over the door with big, curious eyes.

“That’s Alphie. He’s one of their rescue animals. Travis told me he apparently thinks he’s a horse or something because he’s only happy when he’s stabled with them.”

“That’s kind of adorable,” she said, trying to quiet her nerves.

“Yeah, they have turkeys and goats, too. If you like, we can go see them at some point.”

“How about right now?” she suggested, knowing he wasn’t going for it. “We could skip this whole horse therapy thing and go pet some baby goats or something.”

He let out a chuckle. “Nope. But nice try, sunshine. Ah, here we are.”

He swung open a stall door, and inside was a small white horse with a gray mane and tail. She was glad it was small, at least.

“This is China,” Arrow told her, making a small clicking sound with his tongue before smoothing a hand over the horse’s neck. “She’s a Welsh pony, and a real sweetheart, and they’ve used her as a therapy horse for years. But she’s blind, so approach her slowly, and talk to her so she knows you’re near.”

“Okay,” she replied, her stomach filling with butterflies, and not the fun kind. “Uh, that’s really not helping, though.”

With his hand on the horse’s neck, he turned to her. “This is about mutual trust, Micah. She has to trust you as much as you need to learn to trust her. Come on, come closer. She won’t hurt you.”

“I… are you sure?”

“Have I ever misled you?” he asked, one brow arched.

“No, but…”

“But what?”

“This is a little scary for me.”

“I know it is. I went into this understanding you’re afraid of horses. But she’s so gentle, and this is her job. You just need to do your part, and she’ll do hers. Okay?”

Micah swallowed. “I have a part?”

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