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The Horsemasters: Riding Lessons
by Adrianna Dane
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: The gossip says Miguel D'Loganno is a sex master of the highest caliber. And because Miguel is also the top of the line in horse trainers, Melanie Anne Grayson is desperate for his services, not the least of which is to train her horse, Merciless. The man is attractive, commanding, and delicious, and so is his strong, silent companion, Ricardo Santofoya. Their unorthodox training methods, both for horse and owner, have the horse set lining up to engage their services--for themselves as well as their horses. Melanie is intrigued by the gossip, yet what she hears of his unusual interview tactics has her as skittish as an untrained filly. Can she accept Miguel's unorthodox terms for employment and allow herself to submit to the Horsemaster in order to acquire the best trainer for her steed? A lusty, blistering interview with these sexy horse trainers has her panting to acquire more of their special talents. Disciplined riding lessons are nothing like the way she remembered, but they are oh, so delicious...and leave her wanting more... Genres: Contemporary / BDSM / Interracial / Multicultural / Menage (M/F/M) / Group Sex / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
 
59 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [72 KB]
Words: 13962
Reading time: 39-55 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"4 Angels!...A sexual thrill ride. This story starts out with a bang and doesn't stop. The sexual ride is quite intoxicating and explicitly naughty. Melanie is determined to get the best trainer and she is willing to do what she must. She is a combination of propriety and sensuality; the opposites make her character quite appealing. On one side she shows a facade to the world but on the inside she is a sexual tigress. Though Miguel shows outward control, Rico is an integral part of the interview. Rico's character shows a depth that intrigued this reader, I was eager to turn the page and read more about him. Ms. Dane, yet again, doesn't disappoint. She is talented at writing a sexually charged, edgy story."--Dawnie, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Post. Show me what you can do." Slender shoulders back, spine set with a slight bow, Melanie Anne Grayson lifted on well-shaped, smooth tanned thighs, then lowered herself over the steel-hard erection of the man who directed her action. She was proud of the fact that her perfect, surgically pert breasts barely quivered with the controlled descent. Her wet pussy lips separated with hungry abandon to consume the breadth of his impressive girth, as well hung as any of the unruly stallions that he trained. A slashing sting across her buttocks called forth a gasp of angry surprise. Her gaze flew to his. "With the motion. When I thrust, you should be correctly aligned. Angle of the hips, use your delightful body. No, don't open so wide. Lock your thighs to mine. Use the muscles you were given. Grip my cock with your pussy. Squeeze. I want to feel your cunt sheathing me like a tight glove all the way in. And keep your shoulders back. Tits displayed. Control your movements, move your hips and thighs. Focus on fucking. If you can't control yourself now and follow directions, how do you ever expect to handle a powerful horse like Merciless. Head up. Look at me." "Merciless" should have been the name of the devil on which she was now mounted. The man who had her split wide open for his pleasure. Melanie panted as she attempted to adjust, to move, to realign. She wanted to scream at him, to fuck him hard and fast, to force him to submit to her demands. She wasn't used to taking orders--she was the one who typically issued them. But, damn him, he had something she wanted. Badly. So instead, she forced herself to soften and yield to his directions. She'd show him self-control. She would not let him win. Again, she lifted up, her thighs clasped against his rock-hard thighs, her vagina expanded and folded around his immense cock, pressing, feeling every inch of his thick tool invading her. A powerful thrust buried him inside her, and she groaned at the hot, drugging sensations that invaded her. "Ride!" he demanded. The friction of his passage inside her sent her nerve endings into overload. She lifted and dropped, again and again. The throb from the discipline of the crop served only to heighten her desire for a fast, hard ride, spurring her on. It was the kind of ride her usual bed companions couldn't seem to give her. She rested her hands against his broad, muscular chest, felt the strong beating of his heart beneath her palms. Her fingers played with the thick pelt of ebony, silky hairs covering him like a mat of lush mink. A brief flare of rebellion possessed her, and she rose up and slammed back down. Another swat of the crop from behind flared across her flaming ass, causing her to groan as the strange mixed sensations spiraled through her. It was pain. It was heat. It was sharp pleasure drenching her. Again, her attention flew to the Horsemaster for guidance. "What did I do wrong now?" she complained, wanting to rub a hand over her ass to ease the tingling throb left in the crop's wake. It also felt like the Horsemaster's cock had doubled in size inside her cunt. And it felt so good to be filled so completely. She dared not break her pose to assess the damage. The Horsemaster had directed her to keep her hands on his chest, and not to move them away for any reason. His "assistant" was the one wielding the crop from behind. Although she'd been arrested by the assistant's angular, sensitive face, her full attention was absorbed by the man commanding her. Melanie needed the man she rode, more than the man she desired to have as a lover. Business always came first. And right now it was the Horsemaster who claimed her body and her mind. "Too fast. If you want me to agree to train your horses for you, you had best learn to obey me. And quickly. I'm not one of your domesticated animals, Ms. Grayson. I'm not one of your employees. I'm the master you want to hire to train your thoroughbred. And this is our interview. If I'm satisfied with your performance, if I think you possess potential, maybe I'll accept the position. Now ride me, and do it like you mean it and not like a schoolgirl who hasn't learned her way around a saddle or how to hold a good seat." Bastard. Melanie hadn't thought all the rumors about him could possibly be true, but she was discovering they were more than accurate. Not that the man whose thick cock was deeply entrenched inside her wasn't worth the effort. Not at all. Schoolgirl indeed! She felt the muscles in her thighs scream as she carefully lifted from his lap and sank just as slowly back down. Again, the crop stung across her buttocks, leaving a line of flaring heat in its passage. "Now what did I do?" "Circle your hips after you drop back down. You aren't the lady of the manor when you're riding my prick. I want to see you move like you're hungry for it, like my cock is more important to you than breathing. Think of it as the cock-riding Olympics. And when you go for the gold, there is nothing more important than winning. Is there?"
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