“So explain why you are trying to kill the horse.” I frown.
He frowns in disgust. “His name is Jasper.”
“Oh, yes, that’s what I meant to say,” I murmur.
He wipes the sweat from his forehead. “What do you mean?” he pants as he wipes his wet hands onto the behind of his jodhpurs.
“Why are you making him run so fast that he will have a heart attack?” I ask.
He smiles sarcastically. “He is one of the most athletic horses on the polo circuit. He’s much fitter than me. Not everyone’s a wimp.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. Hmm.
I follow him into the stables and watch as he takes off his wet T-shirt and starts to take the saddle off Jasper. The way he is moving in those frigging skin-tight orgasmic cream riding pants with his skin dripping sweat is calling to my libido on a level that I totally understand. I sit still, watching my very own private stripper dream show. This scene should totally be in the next Magic Mike movie. As he moves his arms above his head as he tends to his horse, every muscle is rippling on his back and I can see the muscles in his buttocks and thighs flex as he twists and turns. My eyes drop to my name written down the length of his body and I start to feel a familiar pulse between my legs as desire fills me. I want this man. I walk over to him.
“Joshua,” I whisper.
“Hmm,” he replies as he continues to brush his horse.
“I want you to take me back to the house and ride me as hard as you have just ridden this horse,” I whisper.
His eyes meet mine and he gives me one of those come-fuck-me looks he does so well. I feel my insides liquefy. I love that look.
“Get back to the house, Marx.” He then turns and picks up his riding whip and hits me hard across the buttocks and I yelp.
“Now!” he snaps.
“Joshua,” I gasp.
He hits me hard again. “Shut the fuck up and do it,” he snarls darkly.
Chapter 12
I stumble out of the stable and Joshua whips me again. “Oww, stop it,” I whisper as I put my hands on my behind to protect it. He rips my upper arm nearly out of the socket.
“I said get to the house,” he sneers in my ear as he pushes me forward up the track towards the house.
A rush of adrenaline hits me hard and I put my head down and walk… I like this game.
“Faster,” he sneers and I keep walking at a quickened pace. I can’t go any bloody faster. He whips me again. “Oww, that hurts.” I frown as I rub my behind.
He pushes my back and I stumble forward as I giggle. Fuck, he’s taking this whole ride me hard thing to another level. I’m half frightened. We continue up the track until we get to the house.
“Up the stairs,” his cool voice says calmly and he gestures up the stairs with the whip.
Lose the whip. I’m not into the whip. That bastard stings. My eyes drop to the large erection I can see through his tight pants and I feel a rush of moisture hit me. Joshua likes this game too and I inwardly high-five myself. He cracks his neck hard and I walk upstairs with him right behind as anticipation starts to overtake me.
“I want you naked and on the bed with those fingers in that tight pussy of mine,” he says darkly.
My eyes flick to him again.
He cracks his neck hard once again. God, I love that. “Now, or I’m going to whip that naked ass so hard you won’t sit down for a week!” he purrs.
My eyes widen. Shit, he means it. I nervously kick off my shoes and start to undress and he walks into the bathroom and gets into the shower.
“You had better be wet when I get out or there will be hell to pay,” he calls.
Crap, I take off all my clothes and pull back the blankets on the bed I have just made and lay myself in the centre. The shower turns off, and I smile to myself. That was the quickest shower in history.