Page 100 of Breaking the Stallion

I curled in on myself, gasping as the icy water ran down between my pecs. “That is freezing!”

“That’s for almost coming on the way here. You were about ten seconds away from it. What stopped you?”

I reached my arms out to my sides and did a spin around. “This. I just started… paying attention to something other than me.”

“Good boy.”

I went to him and kissed him lightly, because I wanted to see more. “After she’s done drinking, are we still going?”

“Yup. Got more to show you.”

And he did in a big way. We followed the river farther west until we came to another trail, and we followed that for at least ten minutes, as we meandered more than rode.

He was biting at my neck, sucking marks on it, whispering things in my ear…

“You need more cum in your ass. I think a few more loads before I put your belt back on you.”

“The belt?”

So, I was whining.

“Yes. I love that thing on you. And I have a special lock for it too now. I will wear the key around my neck. As with everything, if you want out of it that badly?”

“I’ll safeword. I don’t mind it that much, really. I don’t mind the bell either, but… still wonder about it.”

“Keep wondering.”

We got to the end of the trail, and I saw an old cabin, small, maybe the size of the soddy or smaller. “What is this?”

“My Dad’s old hunting cabin. Him and the boys would come out here, bag a deer the first day and spend the next three eating and drinking. I came when I got a little older with them.”

He got off the horse and helped me down, then took my reins to lead me inside.

It was clean. I expected dust to be covering the floors and the wood stove I knew must be inside of it, but the place was clean. He went around to open the shutters that covered the windows to let in the light, then added to that by lighting an oil lamp.

There were two sets of bunk beds inside and a small table and two wood chairs beside the woodstove. That was it, nothing more. “This is nice.”

“It’s for a bunch of men to get away from their spouses for a few days with an excuse.”

“Well… we’re not spouses, but you’re not getting away from me. If you disappear for a few days, you’ll be here?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, bringing me close.

The harness kept us from being as intimate as I’d like, but it added kink to even the calmest of times. Then he gritted out. “Enough nice shit. I’m ready to fucking hurt you.”

There it was.

“Yes, Sir. I want you to hurt me.”

“Good.”

It was cold in the cabin, so he had me start the fire while he sat on the bottom bunk of one set and when I say watched, he leered like a fucking perv. I kept checking over my shoulder, and sure enough, every time, his eyes were on me while his smile grew. His tongue licked the corner of his mouth. His eyes moved from my face to my chest.

“Hurry up, boy.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

As soon as the cabin was warming, I was told to strip for Noah. “Do it nice and slow. I want to read each letter of my writing clearly.”

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