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“Here?”

“Aye, love, here. I mean to take you here in the corner and give your pussy a good pounding while my groin punishes your backside. Once I’ve made you respond to me and yield everything, I’ll bury myself balls deep and release my load in you. When I pull out, then your punishment is over. Yes?”

“Yes, Rory, please. I need you.”

“And I you, my love, never doubt that.”

She felt the head of his cock start to breach her opening before he thrust home with a great groan. Susan was shocked when she climaxed as he mounted her in such a dominant fashion.

Rory nuzzled her neck in response as he continued to plunge in and out of her. She tried to move with him, but he was unrelenting. He had her right where he wanted her and had no inclination to give up even an inkling of control. He held her still while his cock took her pussy.

Susan leaned against the wall heavily as Rory punished her pussy with long hard strokes. Her body responded by coming twice more in rapid succession before she felt him pick up his own tempo so that he could find his own release deep within her.

As he did so, he leaned one hand next to her own and wrapped the other around her. Finally, she felt his body still and then mourned the loss of his cock in her pussy as he slipped out of her. He rubbed her bottom one last time and stepped away from her. He stepped back and watched. He smiled when she didn’t move.

She heard him leave the room. It sounded like he was tossing out the cold food, making something else and bringing it back into the room.

“All right, love, you can leave the corner. Come sit on the bed and let’s have breakfast.”

She walked over to him. She hadn’t expected walking to hurt. “We could have had breakfast earlier.”

“Aye, we could have. Only somebody decided to throw a bit of a tantrum and get disciplined for it. Didn’t she?”

“I don’t know that I decided… I just didn’t…”

“You woke up and left our bed,” Rory interrupted. “I didn’t like waking and not knowing where you were. When I tried to tell you I’d prefer you didn’t do that, you went on the offensive. When I gave you a chance to back down, you chose to push. That won’t work. Come sit down on the bed, and we’ll have breakfast.”

Susan sat down gingerly on the bed. Rory smiled but said nothing. When she started to say something, he leaned over and kissed her deeply.

“Be a good girl and just eat your breakfast. I need to get back out to the barn and get the stalls mucked and the horses that weren’t at the show exercised. The ones that were at the show can be out in the pastures for a little R & R.”

“I can help. Not sure I want to ride anything, but I can lunge some and help you get them ready.”

“If you feel up to it, that would be great, or you can just keep me company, or stay up here at the house.”

“Well, I have to go to my house. As it was a local show, I didn’t have any extra clothes with me.”

“We can go into town and get some of your things; we can have lunch if you like.”

After breakfast, she followed him out to the barn and found it was easy to work alongside him. As with everything else, it was so natural, as if it had always been meant to be. He seemed to be able to sense when her thoughts were leading her down the wrong path. A kiss, a smile, a nuzzle of her neck, even the sound of his voice or the deep resonance of his rumbling quietly soothed and filled her with a sense of peace and calm she’d never known.

Nothing could be this easy, this perfect or this right, could it?

CHAPTER 8

Six Months Later

Susan had returned from the city with the last of her things. She’d rented out her townhouse and needed to move her belongings to the home she now shared with the Irishman. She got out of the car and headed toward the pasture.

She whistled low and called softly “Tank …”

The big horse turned to see her and bellowed a welcoming holler, galloping towards her as she closed the pasture gate behind her. When Tank galloped like that, it sounded like thunder and never failed to thrill.

Rory, who was finishing up a group lesson, shook his head and walked out to greet her. He was happy that all of her things were now at the farm. “For God’s sake, woman, he’s not a dog.”

Susan ignored him. As the big horse came to a stop before her, he lowered his head to have his forehead kissed and his ears rubbed.

“Yes, you are, aren’t you my pretty boy?” Susan cooed at Tank and smiled impishly at Rory, who merely snorted, kissed her, and walked away.

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