Page 11 of Dangerous Stakes

He watched her turn and ride back to Gina’s barn for the last time. From now on, she would be with him.

Later, sitting in the stands surrounded by his young students watching the Grand Prix competition, he hoped their earlier interaction wouldn’t put her off her game. The students were excited as the best of the best were riding today.

They watched the competitors in the finale put in stellar rides. The competition today was top notch. Susan entered the ring and owned the competition from the first step. Rory and his students watched her put in a near perfect ride to win the competition. The crowd had roared its approval of each flawless execution of the required elements of the ride. She made her final salute to the judges and exited the ring.

Once clear, she dropped Tank’s reins and raised her hands and face to the sky. The crowd joined her in her exultation. Tank stopped and shook his whole body, causing Susan to grab the saddle to keep from coming off and laughing at him. She went to join the other competitors and then re-entered the arena when it was announced she had won.

Susan stood with the judges and show sponsor smiling for the camera. Normally, she was focused on Tank and engaging with the sponsor, but this time her high wattage smile was focused solely on Rory. He smiled back, happier than he’d been in a long while.

One of his young students sitting in the bleachers in front of him asked, “Do you know her, Coach? I mean of course you know who she is, but do you know her personally?”

“Aye. And you’ll get a chance to get to know her, as well. We’re taking Tank home with us this afternoon. Susan and Tank are going to become part of the Second Chance team.”

He smiled as the girls all seemed thrilled to have one of their inspirations coming into the barn. He only hoped their mothers would be as welcoming. He wasn’t unaware that several of them harbored sexual fantasies about him. He was fairly certain that it would become common knowledge at the barn that he and Susan were an item.

Additionally, Susan had a way of getting under people’s skin in the wrong way in a very short amount of time. Rory would have to coach her on that, as well. If she was going to win an Olympic medal, she would need to learn how to negotiate Olympic politics. He had no doubt she had the intelligence and ingenuity to do so. He questioned, however, whether or not she had the inclination. The familiar itch to his palm flared up and he smiled. He would enjoy schooling her to do it whether she liked it or not.

Rory waited for Susan to bring Tank over to the barn. He looked up to see her riding bareback in a simple snaffle, as opposed to the elaborate double bridle used for Grand Prix work and competition. The big horse seemed relaxed and very nonchalant in spite of the hubbub created when a major show was breaking up and people were headed home.

Many of the larger barns had actual semi-trucks to haul huge trailers. Most of Rory’s students hauled their own horses in their own rigs. Rory generally had a few open spots in his larger trailer for those who either didn’t have or for some reason didn’t want to use their own.

“That horse has an awfully big motor to just be riding in a snaffle. And bareback?”

“Gee, and here I thought most men preferred bareback.”

Rory laughed, glad that the rest of his barn had already headed for home.

“In certain areas they do. Do you really have control over him like that?”

“Rory, I have control over Tank because he chooses to give me that control. I can ride him in a halter and lead or nothing at all.”

The vision conjured in Rory’s mind of a nude Susan atop Tank unencumbered by bridle, saddle or clothes was enough to make his cock begin to harden.

“You’d best enjoy the control he gives you, love. You’ll have little of it with me.”

A faint blush stained her cheeks.

“What makes you think I won’t have control over you? You know they say I can be a real ball-busting bitch when I try.”

Rory walked over to Tank and helped her slide off. He lowered his head and his mouth captured hers as it had earlier that morning.

When he’d finished plundering her mouth, he said,“Your ball-busting days anywhere but at work are over. You will learn to mind me and to answer to my authority—on and off this great beast of yours. Is he as difficult to handle as they say?”

“Only if you try to push him around when you ride him. On the ground, the youngest of your students could handle him. And he seems to really like kids.”

“And how does his mistress feel about being ridden hard?”

She laughed softly. “Depends. What makes you think I won’t be doing most of the riding?”

“Were you not paying attention this morning? I told you; good girls spend their time underneath me. Bad girls spend some time over my knee getting their backside blistered before they get put in their proper place to have their pussy plowed.”

She laughed again. “You really are a piece of work. My proper place?”

He kissed her again until he could feel her indignation receding. “Aye, love, your proper place.”

As the big horse hid their bodies from anyone happening by, Rory nuzzled her neck as he lowered one hand to squeeze her bottom.

Susan seemed to enjoy the way he held her close. Close enough that she could feel his erection starting to grow and close enough that he could feel her nipples poking through her bra and linen shirt. He longed to get his hands on her breasts, to tweak her nipples and roll them between his thumb and forefinger. More than that, he wanted to slip his hand down past the waistband of her breeches to cup her bare bottom and to slip his hand between her legs to rub her clit and plunder her pussy.

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