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  She bent down to whisper in my ear, and for once her words were kind and soft, a surprise to me. “I’ll make you come, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” And then she resumed her show for the crowd. “Now look at the way her legs are bound tight together, and yet she’s still trying to spread them apart. See her pushing against them here, and here.” She tapped me on the sides of my legs, Exhibits A and B of my struggle. “She thinks I can’t make her come with her legs pressed so tightly against each other and her pussy all squeezed in there. Well, I’ve already told you who the odds are on.” And then she took over where M had left off, and M took her position in front of me. I had little time to think as sharp, intense strokes fell on my ass, the pain of each settling in for only moments before another blow landed. I looked up at M to see her reaction but she stood there totally stoically, staring at me, like she was only there because Jesse had asked her to be. Her indifference maddened and excited me. Hers was the only face I could see, so I looked back at her. Then Jesse really started teasing me, using whatever had been sharply stinging my ass to do the same on the flesh right beneath it. I let out a long audible breath and scrunched up my face as I felt her move seemingly closer to my cunt with the whip, yet not close enough. I wanted something, anything, between my legs, or I was going to die right then and there. I was squirming and wet and by that point not even sure what I wanted. I struggled against the ropes just to feel any sensation other than the pinpoints of pain on the backs of my thighs.

  And then M, still looking quite dispassionate, leaned down and began licking my clit. She started off softly, and I restrained myself from pushing her head harder against me, knowing that Jesse wouldn’t stand for such insubordination. As it was, I just grunted. Both of them sped up their paces, the blows falling harder and harder on my ass, my thighs, my back. M used her tongue like a sword, cutting this way and that, no longer gently licking but forcefully beating my clit with her tongue. Then she sucked it into her mouth, as if it were my nipple, her lips and then teeth wrapping around it. The ropes dug deeply into my thighs as I rocked back and forth, left and right, any way I could. M grabbed my hip, digging her nails into my flesh, and I screamed, coming in such a flash of heat and power and liquid that I almost knocked us all over. Jesse and M stepped aside and moved me into a corner, leaving me to recover, gasping as I leaned against the wall.

  “Okay, ladies, thank you for coming.” With that, Jesse ushered our guests out the door, a few grumbles coming from the poor suckers who’d bet on me as they forked over their cash.

  Then Jesse stood staring down at me, a pitying look on her face. “You’re a smart girl but you have a big, bratty mouth. You should learn to watch that. If you’ve taken anything away from tonight, besides a sore ass and that greedy pussy of yours, I hope it’s that you should never, ever, say never when it comes to the way you can and can’t come. You just might surprise yourself.”

  As she leaned down to undo the knots that had held my legs together so well, I couldn’t help but agree.

  NO MORE SECRETS

  Chuck Fellows

  I

  My late dinner was peanut butter on white bread again, and coffee of course. I was sitting on a bale, leaning back on another and trying to ignore the prickly roughness of the hay pressing through my thin T-shirt. I hadn’t felt the need to eat properly ever since Cassie had left six months ago. I just didn’t want to waste the time. She had always come down to the stable with a proper meal, come lunch-time. Soups, salads, fancy recipes she wanted to try out. Cassie had been bored here, never really wanting to live this far from the city. She wanted dancing and parties. She wanted to play at dressing up and going out, but I had to be here, didn’t I? I had a lot of money invested in this place, and at that time I was boarding thirty-two horses. Sure, less than half of them were mine, but I was still responsible for all of them. Thirty-two horses isn’t really too many with six hands working for me, but for some reason, around the first of the year, all but one of my workers moved on. And Cassie started to feel like I wanted to keep the stable running more than I wanted to keep our relationship moving along. She had already been gone longer than she had shared my bed, but I still missed having a woman to share my life with.

  I don’t know, maybe it wasn’t Cassie I was missing. Maybe it was just the sex I wanted back. When I first met her she said she loved the smell of leather. Back then I misunderstood, thinking she was talking about my line of work. I work with leather every day: bridles, reins, and the like. Something always needs to be cleaned with saddle soap or repaired around here. And now every day when I work the leather, I think of Cassie. Well, maybe not specifically her—but I keep seeing a slender back flowing down to round womanly hips, straining against the ropes as I lovingly stripe pale skin with buttery soft reins.

  As I sat working the peanut butter from the roof of my mouth, I thought about the first time Cassie had shown me a little something about kinky sex. I had been working late in the tack room on a Saturday night, cleaning up the mess left by young boarders in a hurry to go out and party. I thought I heard a noise in the barn and when I looked up there was Cassie, walking toward me, naked as the day she was born. She was carrying a coil of my best rope.

  “What are you doing, Cassie?” My heart stuck in my throat as I contemplated whether anyone else might drop by the stable at 9:30 on a Saturday night. She ignored me completely and started threading the rope through eyebolts in the wall near the bridles. How the heck did those bolts get there? I wondered, briefly. I had never noticed them before. I didn’t think about them for long, since Cassie’s ass was my more immediate concern. Each time she lifted her arms to thread a bolt her ass moved just a little from side to side. Watching her move, catching just an occasional glimpse of breast, I realized my breathing had changed. I didn’t know what she was doing, but I was already enjoying the show.

  The coil of rope was stretched evenly between two eyebolts, knotted at each, with a couple of feet hanging on either side. Cassie turned and smiled at me. “I want you to tie me up,” she said as she handed me one of the ends.

  “Whaaat?” This was so unexpected, all I could do was look at her nakedness and wonder at the flush on her face and chest.

  “Circle my wrists a couple of times and tie it off with a slip knot. I promise I won’t pull it out. Come on, it’ll be fun, you’ll see.”

  It was hard to believe, but Cassie wanted me to tie her up and, and, do…something to her. I knew about such things, but in all of my forty years I had never actually thought about doing them. Now here she was, naked, with a length of rope, and I could feel my clit getting harder by the moment. She turned and faced the wall again, stretching her arms up and out to grasp the hanging rope. Hesitantly, I bound her wrists as tightly as I dared, half hoping she would change her mind and pull her hands loose. But she didn’t, and when I was done and she was secured to the wall, I tried to imagine what I could do to her now. We had never talked about this stuff before, and I wasn’t even sure if I could ask her what came next. But Cassie was always a pro at whatever she did, and now she told me that I should start by running my hands all over her body. When she told me to pick up the reins I had been cleaning and slap her backside with them, I felt myself getting warm and even more excited. I gently tapped her ass with the last six inches or so of the inch-thick leather straps and she laughed at me. I swung harder, solidly connecting with her skin, and watched in fascination and horror as two red welts appeared.

  “More,” she gasped. “Do it harder. And don’t stop.” More redness and more welts came up on her ass, and when I started worrying about ripping her soft, beautiful skin I moved up to her shoulders.

  Cassie was panting and moaning now, dancing about in an attempt to move out of my range. But she had told me to keep going, and I could not stop until she had all she wanted. I suddenly felt like I just had to touch that reddened skin. Dropping the reins to the floor, I put my hands on her back, marveling at how hot her skin was. I suspected the coolnes
s of my hands was something of a comfort to her. But with each caress, her moans grew louder, and with them, so did my excitement. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to fuck her, then and there. Reaching between her thighs I found her lips swollen, her sex wet and wide open. There was no thought on my part, only reaction. I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt and she staggered, struggling to remain upright. Regaining her footing, she arched her back, giving me better access. Half standing, half squatting, I pumped into her with my hand. She was so wet, each time I pushed in or pulled out there was this glorious slurping sound. The slapping noise my knuckles made against the wetness dripping from her fueled my own desire. I fucked her pussy as hard as I could, almost lifting her off the ground with each thrust. Her fingers scrabbled against the solid wall, desperately seeking purchase and not finding any. And then, suddenly, she was coming, loud and hard and strong, her cunt pulsating, sending wave after wave of silky wetness over my hand, until finally she slumped, still partly suspended by the loosened rope.

  II

  “Hey, come back.” A sweet voice startled me out of even sweeter memories. Jo was looking down at me with concern etched on her face. I realized I was breathing heavier than I should have been and turned beet red with embarrassment. Jo didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she was just being polite because I was her boss.

  I never should have hired Jo. The job was physically challenging, and Jo was definitely not in any shape to do it. She was on the short side, with little spindly legs and all barrel up above. Her arms were flabby and there was no way she would ever be able to keep up with the rest of us, hauling bales of hay and buckets of water for the horses. But Jo had a nice smile and dark eyes that reminded me of a mare I once loved. That part is true, but let me be honest: she got to me because she looked enough like Cassie to be her sister. And Cassie had walked right out of my life less than a month before. God, did I miss her.

  It had been painful to watch Jo struggle for her first few weeks on the job. Occasionally someone else would step in to help her, but she refused all offers. She volunteered to come in early and always managed to hang around late, and we all stopped offering to help her. By late spring the whole stable got busy, with new people always dropping by, new horses to be boarded, new kids wanting to learn to ride, and I stopped looking out for Jo. She was handling the job. She was getting stronger, and I didn’t need to worry about her anymore. Then one day about five months after she first started working for me, Jo showed up in a tank top and shorts, and suddenly she caught my eye. The round belly was gone. Her arms were tanned. And good lord, the girl had calf muscles! Jo was working much harder and much faster than any of the other stable hands now, and she’d grown tan and fit.

  Now she was standing in front of me holding a brown paper bag.

  “I brought you some dinner,” she grinned, pulling out and handing me a container of potato salad and some cheese.

  “Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that. How come you’re still hanging around, anyway?’ I asked, popping open a lid and reaching in the bag for a plastic fork.

  She looked at the floor. “I wanted to talk to you alone about a couple of things.”

  “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Yeah, that Zangri kid. She’s gonna ruin Blaze’s mouth the way she jerks that bit around. Somebody has to talk to her. She won’t listen to me.”

  The Zangri kid was really no kid. Katie must have been in her late twenties, not much younger than Jo, but she did have a heavy hand with Blaze and this was not the first time someone had noticed it. “I’ll catch her the next time she comes in and have a word with her. She knows better.”

  “Thanks,” Jo murmured, kicking a bit of hay around with her toe.

  “Something else?” I asked around a mouthful of potato salad. The silence stretched out.

  “No, not really. Well. Maybe.” Jo looked away again.

  I swallowed, my fork hanging in midair, thinking this must be serious for Jo to hold back.

  “Um. Well. Yeah, right.”

  “What is it, Jo?” The last bite of the salad disappeared.

  “I’ve also noticed you watching me.” She still wouldn’t look in my direction and so I never saw it coming.

  “Yes, I have, and you are doing a great job. I’ve gotten no complaints about your work.”

  Jo turned, her dark eyes staring down directly into my own. “No. That’s not what I meant. You’ve been watching me.”

  I blushed because I couldn’t deny it, and she knew that. I swallowed hard, not sure of what to do or say next. Should I apologize? Or what?

  Jo leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. What could I do? I kissed her back. I had been wanting to do that for weeks now, anyway. Her tongue pushed between my teeth and from somewhere deep inside of me came a moan, full of want and need. I tried to set the empty container down on the edge of the bale and missed, knocking my coffee over in the process. Her fingers, strong and rough, caressed my cheek and slid down to the back of my neck to hold me close against her. Her lips were cool and insistent as she kissed her way down my neck, leaving a trail of moist places along my skin—and producing an even wetter place between my legs.

  I gently pushed her away from me so I could stand up. Jo took a step back and looked away again. “Sorry,” she said, seeming suddenly embarrassed.

  “Don’t be.” I picked up her hand and, after kissing her palm, walked toward the tack room pulling her along. Once inside, I locked the door behind us. I turned and faced her, feeling brave and wanting her terribly. Turning her around to face the door, I pushed her up against it, holding her there while my tongue followed the line of her jaw and then continued down her neck. My teeth pressed into that tanned shoulder, biting hard until she let out a cry of pain and surprise. I stopped only long enough to lift her tank top over her head and use the material to loosely bind her arms behind her. My breath coming faster now, I leaned in and asked, “Is this okay?”

  “Yes,” Jo panted. “I want it hard.”

  My thumbs pressed roughly into the flesh on her back, squeezing and pinching, and then sliding around to pull on her nipples through her silky bra. “I want this off,” I said, unclasping the hook in front, pulling the pink lacy thing down to further bind her arms. My hands slid over her smooth sides, moved around to her belly and cupped her breasts, then held her nipples tightly between my forefingers and thumbs. Rolling my fingers together to pinch and twist Jo’s large hard nipples made her squirm quietly. I pinched harder and she cried out. “What shall I do with you?” I murmured in her ear just before my teeth clamped down on her earlobe.

  “Anything, please, something. Whatever you want. Please!”

  I stepped back, taking hold of the waistband of her shorts, and pulled them down, panties and all. She stepped out of them. Her asscheeks, high and round, were white compared to her tanned legs. Using my fingers to follow the crack of her ass, I slipped my hand between her legs and found Jo to be wanting this as much as I did. Her lips were wet and swollen, and her clit was a hard pebble under my finger.

  “Yes,” she whispered, as I used my boot to slide her legs apart. Jo leaned her cheek on the door and pushed her ass out toward me. I squatted on my haunches, running my hands down one leg to the top of her heavy boot and back up the other side. Her ass stuck out in my face, and I breathed deep the scent of her excitement. With one hand on her thigh and the other holding on to her hip, I took a mouthful of cheek and bit down gently. Jo pulled her ass back in far enough to press her stomach to the door.

  “Now Jo,” I said sternly as I stood up again, “are you going to pull away every time it hurts a little?” Her ass moved backward again and I smiled. My hands, rough with a lifetime of calluses, traced her arms up to her shoulders. I turned her to face me, and her hard nipples puckered when I took each in my mouth, my tongue flicking over and over. Jo’s eyes closed as she leaned awkwardly on the door, her arms still bound behind her. She whispered something too quietly for me to
hear. I stopped my gentle sucking and stood to look in her eyes, now open and pleading.

  “What did you say?”

  Jo’s eyes closed again, and in a tiny voice she said, “I want you to hurt me. I know you know how.”

  I wondered how she could possibly know, but that didn’t stop me from walking her to a clear space on my workbench and bending her over it. I removed the tank and bra and she moved her arms, muscles rippling, to rest on the bench over her head. Gathering up the bridle laying there, I draped the strips of leather over her lower back, holding the bit in my hand. My other hand rested on her shoulder. “Are you ready for me?”

  Jo laughed, “I’ve been ready and waiting for weeks.”

  I set the bit down on the small of her back, the reins hanging to one side and puddling on the floor at her feet.

  “Don’t let that fall off,” I whispered. Scanning the bench, my eyes rested on nothing but possibilities. Bits of leather, pliers, a hoof pick left here for no apparent reason, a rubber curry comb with the handle missing, and yes, there was exactly what I needed. An old cotton cinch, starting to fray, colored by years of horse sweat and rain and who knows what else, gave my own pussy a jolt. The whole piece was maybe thirty-six inches long, with a round metal ring on either end. I doubled the cinch up, threading my fingers through both rings, feeling the heft of it. Not heavy at all, but certainly capable of providing a little stinging sensation when slapped against the tender, exposed, white ass before me.

  Jo stood very still, her ass waiting for whatever I wanted. I gently tapped the folded cinch on her cheeks, moving from side to side, gradually striking a little harder, ending with a solid whack! She jumped and cried out, almost losing the bit balanced on her back. Changing my angle, I swung back and forth, hitting close to but not directly on her pussy, not wanting to mingle her juices with those of a multitude of horses. Stopping long enough to slip my fingers between her thighs, I pushed my knuckles up into her, feeling the heat and wet of her desire. My only goal was to tease her; I wasn’t ready for this to end quite yet. Pulling my hand back out, I laid the cinch across her back. With my dry hand I squeezed her right cheek, pressing my fingernails deep and creating half-moons, while the hand moist with her juices slapped down hard on her left.