Page 47 of We The Depraved
Resisting, I take in her face and find she’s about to challenge me.
I don’t give her the chance and push her toward the horse. She gets on and I follow, getting up behind her. Taking the reins into my hands, we slowly trot out of the barn.
The sun is starting to make a path along the sky, white puffy clouds filtering out.
“It’s freezing,” Sage complains.
“Yeah well, you insisted on dressing this way,” I tell her.
The horse picks up speed and we gallop for the hills ahead. Wind cuts through even the coat I’ve opted to put on this evening. I’m dressed in jeans and t-shirt with a black Carhart jacket. Sage shivers as she leans back into me for warmth. With evey jostle, I know the beads are pressing against her opening wanting to come out. Wanting to spill from her ass but they won’t.
It pleases me greatly that I am causing her distress.
Her body wants something that only I can give to her.
Release.
Finally, we clear over the last of the hills and come upon a camp scene that I had set up earlier in the day. Battery powered lanterns light the way and I feel Sage edge her head to take a look at me; she squirms a little in the saddle and my hand goes to her waist to still her.
“What is all this?”
There is a white tent styled like a Native American tipi, and it’s lit up from inside. I left specific instructions with the company who sets these things up to make it pretty.
I’m no good at romantic gestures.
I’m not trying to romance her really, I’m trying to fuck her brains out after she dances for me. My dick begins to stir and I realize I’m at the perfect height, sitting behind her on the horse. The moment she feels it, she goes stiff.
“It’s a tent, Kitten,” I finally answer.
We dismount and I let Champ roam. She goes into the tent and I watch my horse walk around and graze. It’s been a long time since I’ve come to this side of the property. He neighs just a bit and I walk over to him.
“You are the prettiest,” I tell him.
My horse nuzzles me, his big brown eyes shining in the light of the lanterns. They almost look silver puddles in the light.
The moment I had seen him, I knew he had to be mine. He had been a flash of lightening followed by a storm. Champ had all the makings of a Safaryan.
“This is nice,” I hear from behind me.
Turning, I find Sage sticking her head out of the tipi.
“And warm,” she says before ducking back inside.
“Don’t go wandering too far,” I pat him.
Champ’s soft neighs follow me as I turn and head inside. I kick my boots off at the opening, and take it all in. Warm blankets and throw pillows are surrounding us, and there’s even more lanterns inside. My brain wonders how they’re operating and I conclude that it must be from batteries.
“I hardly have any service out here,” Sage says starring at her phone.
“That’s what I love about this part of my land,” I tell her and then collapse onto one of the mattress. Immediately, I’m surrounded by the smell of vanilla and roses. My assistant is getting a raise, she pulled this off beautifully.
I stare up at Sage who looks annoyed.
“What is it?” I ask.
“The song…” she shakes her head. “Give me a second.”
She busies herself and I take her in. With determination of a bull, she’s pacing and pacing with the phone held up in the air. If lightening could be caught in a bottle, Sage Porter would be the one to do it.
