Dexter
Ryder’s call made me feel like a bastard. I just swept his comment under the rug, but it’s still there taunting me. When I saw Holly Bryant at Media Corp, I wanted her. To conquer her and to watch her begging for me on her knees. Most of that has come true already, but now I know her. I love that she will never beg. She’s strong, resilient and has a beautiful soul that I’m a bastard for not exploring further. But she will never be any more than that to me. How could she be because I have set cast-iron rules in place to guard my heart?
As she rides her mare, I appreciate the view. Not the beautiful one surrounding us, but her. The wild, spirited woman who is close to breaking point. I can see it in her eyes. Something has changed between us. She almost looks resigned to playing my prisoner and I don’t like it—at all.
So, I’m setting her free in a sense. Giving her the fresh air she craves and spending a pleasant afternoon of my own. The picnic was a stroke of genius because I need her to want to stay so I can sleep without fear she’ll be gone in the morning. It’s time to give her a reason to stay, as Jason so bluntly put it, and I hope it’s not too late.
I direct the horses to a clearing on the edge of Picket Point. The part of my property that ceases being maintained and nature is allowed to rule with a free hand. Jumping down from my horse, I shout, “We can lead them through the trees, there’s a clearing with water for them and our picnic should be waiting.”
Once again, I thank Jason for being a good friend and as we duck and move through the trees, it takes all my concentration to remember the way.
By the time the trees open up, Saracen whinnies and I laugh softly, “Easy boy, you’ve earned your rest.”
Holly gasps behind me and I can see why because Picket Point is the bold strokes of Nature at her finest. A sparkling lake surrounded by trees with a 360-degree scene of beauty. Jason has set up a picnic on a plaid rug and even managed to stuff a cooler with a bottle of champagne to accompany the much-needed water.
“Wow, Dexter, this place is so beautiful.”
“Yes, I’ll not argue with that.”
Tethering Saracen to the purpose-built wooden frame, I take Holly’s horse and give him a beautiful companion to keep him company. They have enough rope to drink from the lake and seem happy to have a brief moment of rest after the ride through the blistering sun.
Slinging down my hat, I wipe my brow and groan. “I should do that more often. I’m out of practise.”
Holly tosses her own hat to mine and releases her hair from the ponytail and runs her fingers through it. “I’m so hot.”
She sure is and I can’t help myself and say almost immediately, “Then take off your clothes.”
“What here?”
“Obviously here.” I reach for my own shirt and pull it off, loving how she can’t appear to look anywhere else. I make short work of my pants and soon stand before her with nothing but an extremely interested cock pointing her way.
Without another word, her clothes soon follow mine and I nod toward the lake.
“I think we should cool off.”
“Is it safe?”
Looking at the clear, crystal water sparking in the rays of sunshine that filter through the canopy of trees, I grin. “Not entirely.”
“Why, are there snakes, because I absolutely will not go anywhere I think I may be bitten by a snake?”
She looks genuinely afraid and I laugh. “There’s only one snake that concerns you baby and it’s all yours to pet at will.”
She blushes and yet her eyes sparkle as she looks at my cock with a mixture of lust and fear because she knows she won’t escape what I have planned and the unknown is a delicious sense of expectation hanging in the air between us.
To break the tension, she leaps into the lake and her squeals echo around the clearing because it’s damned cold in there. I know that first-hand and I laugh as she splutters as she surfaces, looking shocked. “You never told me it was like Antarctica in here. I’m going to die.”
“Then I had better save you.”
Jumping in, I love the shock this place always gives my body because it electrifies my senses and recharges my soul. As I swim toward her, she stares at me with a longing that tells me I have her hooked on my line and as I reach for her, I pull her in for a bruising kiss of mass destruction. Our lips clash and tongues collide and as her arms wrap around me, I love the feeling of her wet tits pressing into my chest and when her legs wrap around my waist, I almost groan with longing because she will test all the control I pride myself on because I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the day inside her glorious body.
We kiss, we explore under water and we swim and only when we drag ourselves out to the bank, do we get down to the business I brought her here for.
As she shivers on the rug, I say darkly, “Lie on your back and look up at me.”
She lies back and I drag my lustful gaze over her glorious body and growl, “Spread your legs.”
She licks her lip nervously and does as I say and as I stroke my cock, her eyes widen as the length increases and I kneel between her legs and rub slowly and firmly while staring into her eyes. It’s like I’m masturbating over a centerfold and I say huskily, “Play with yourself.”