Page 50 of Breaking the Stallion

I looked like a mess. My wrinkled shirt, some of my hair was out of the ponytail and hanging down over my face. I got the hair tie back in place and smoothed my shirt a little more, but none of it compared to my face, the red, the smile. I was having a good time, and I hoped Noah was as well.

After walking like a speed walker through the halls and back into my theater, I made it up to Noah and sat, the plug poking into my hip. Quickly, I explained, “It… fell out.”

Noah started to silently laugh, making me relax. He looked over at me and laughed some more. “I bet that was… interesting,” he whispered.

“That’s a word for it.”

“Watch your mouth, boy.”

I turned my head away from him so I could let the smirk bloom, and once I did, I felt a nasty pinch to my leg. I jumped, and some of the popcorn spilled from the container. Clucking his tongue, Noah looked down at the floor, then over at me, his brows drawn together like he was ready to whoop me right in the seats of the theater.

“Sorry.”

“Gonna be.”

He pushed me back on the seat, leaning into whisper, “Rub your cock for me, real nice and discrete.”

I did as I was told while Noah again sat back, enjoying the movie, laughing with the other viewers when it was time to laugh, scratching through his beard during the more serious parts.

I watched him more than the movie, and as I was heated, I was also examining him.

He was a peaceful sort of man that I’d known from the start. The thing was, playing around like we were in a theater, and there his peace was still. He didn’t have a lot of lines on his face, and the only thing that gave away his age at all was the streaks of pure silver in his hair.

Having him without the cowboy hat, in a dress shirt, his hair combed back, he almost seemed like a different man, but that peace, the way he settled into whatever he was doing, it amazed me.

I came again toward the end of the movie, and he didn’t so much as look over at me, but he continued to give me little pinches now and then. They hurt like fuck, but I’d stopped jumping so badly I spilled popcorn.

I downed my Sprite, as the sexual arousal was making me thirsty, and once the credits were rolling, I was out of breath and dizzy.

We got up together and Noah took my hand to lead me out of the theater. I expected to get nasty looks, but no one paid us any mind as we walked over the red carpeting, past the lobby and out into the night.

Once we got back into the truck, he reached a hand over and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me over roughly. I was kissed, though, in the sweetest way, then Noah said, “That was hot. You did very well, but that was nothing compared to what’s about to happen. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes. I sure am.”

“Good. So am I. Seems to me you got off twice. I haven’t gotten off at all. That’s a damn shame.”

I smiled as he moved his hand from me and started the truck. “It sure is. I’ll do my best to make up for that.”

“Oh, I have no doubt of that. You do what you’re told. I like that. I like that a whole lot.”

I gazed over, proud, and instantly settled. I’m not some praise queen, needing constant pats on the back from a Dom, but his… it felt good. It stroked a place in me I hadn’t known existed.

“Thank you, Noah.”

“Call me Daddy. I think I like that, coming out of your pretty lips.”

I laughed a little, but I did it. Anything to please him. “Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”

“You’re surely welcome, my dirty little fuck toy.”

From peaceful to revved up again, that’s how it went. I let my head fall back and let out a long groan, glad to make some kind of noise. “You’re fucking killing me. And I’m here for it.”

“You better be. It’s kind of hard to fuck a man’s ass if he’s not around.”

“Jokes. You have jokes,” I accused as he laughed at himself.

“I’ve got jokes, yeah. That was fun, by the way. You were so fucking red, I thought you’d melt the chair, throwin’ off heat.”

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