Free Force Me - Asking For It by Marteeka Karland, Shara Azod Page A

it to himself.
     
    “Excuse me?” She looked at the horse, then back to him, her brow frowned up all cute and adorable like.
     
    “Get your sexy ass up on that horse.” Micaiah rose slowly from his seat, not giving a damn that, for the first time since knowing her, his painful erection was clearly present, and painfully obvious pressed against his jeans.
     
    Deliberately he held her gaze as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans, unzipping just a little to give his dick a modicum of relief. He watched as her chest heaved, suspicious little pebbles appearing right where her nipples should be. She stood statue still as he walked over to tower over her. Short little thing that she was, he had a good foot and a half over her. He allowed his body to brush hers, destroying any personal space barriers she might have.
     
    “Get up on the sandy horse. I won’t tell you again.”
     
    It was painful not to reach out his hands and bring her closer against him. Harder still to watch as she moved to obey his wishes. Without an argument, she put one foot in the stirrup and swung her leg over the horse. Such a graceful mount she had. He was willing to bet she would mount him just as easily.
     
    As soon as she was seated, he moved to her side.
     
    “Lean forward,” he instructed, starting the horse on the first speed. The horse slowly rocked into motion, a semi-perfect parody of a real horse doing something between a trot and a canter slowly across the field. “Place your hands on the pommel. Grip the horse with your legs.”
     
    The fact that she was allowing this, that she followed his instructions was heady, unbelievable, but oh so very welcome. Her actions were even better. A low moan left her lips, small white teeth biting into her bottom lip. If he reached over and pressed his fingers against her crotch, he would bet he’d find her wet.
     
    “Why are you doing this?” Trina breathed, flexing her hips to go along with the gait of the horse.
     
    Yes, that was it. But one thing would make it perfect.
     
    “Sit up straight,” Micaiah ordered, walking over to a side table to retrieve a small length of rope. He’d forgotten why it was there in the first place, but he was oh so glad it was. “Hands behind your back.”
     
    As soon as she did as he said, he secured her wrists together—not too tight, but enough so she couldn’t easily slip out.
     
    “If you feel like you can’t hold your seat, let me know.”
     
    “Mic— What are you...” Before she could get the question out, he turned up the speed, causing her to gasp. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”
     
    “Lean forward a little, Trina, but keep those thigh muscles tight around that saddle. Don't lose your seat.”
     
    He could catch her if she did, of course, but he wanted her to experience this. He wanted to watch her as she came so close to the edge over and over again, but never quite reaching it. He could not allow that until he was deep inside her, possessing her utterly. Unable to help himself, he reached down to stroke his jeans-covered. Fuck she looked good up there, her face a play of the erotic sensations she was experiencing. With her eyes half closed, her mouth now lightly opened as the moans came at a more frequent pace.
     
    “That’s good, baby, just feel.” He wanted her so bad, but it was too soon. He wanted her crazy, wild with need. Still he couldn’t possibly keep refraining from touching her. Thankfully she was wearing a thin t-shirt, being as how his office was quite warm. Without a second thought he ripped it down the middle, allowing it to hang off her  as he pushed her bra cups down to expose her magnificent chest. Dark chocolate nipples elongated, sticking straight out in the air like perky little nubs of enticement. The sandy horse was the perfect height so all he had to do was lean forward and close his mouth around the closest, using his fingers to twist the other.
     
    Trina bucked, almost sliding off as he suckled