Bet you never had a riding lesson or horse trainer like this one. Get ready to warm up, baby. Here’s a hot little story excerpt from Horsemasters: Riding Lessons.
Riding Lessons
(#MFM #erotica #bdsm #contemporary #submission #menage)
Gossips say Miguel d’Loganno is a sex master of the highest caliber. Melanie Anne Grayson is desperate for his services. To hire him to train her horse, Merciless, that is.
The horse trainer is attractive, commanding, and delicious. So is his strong, silent companion, Ricardo Santofoya. Their unorthodox training methods, both for horse and owner, hav
e the horse set lining up to engage their talents.
Can Melanie submit to the Horsemaster in order to obtain his services for her steed? A lusty, blistering interview with these sexy horse trainers has her panting to learn more about their unique training methods.
EXCERPT
“Control,” Miguel bit out, his rock-hard, glittering gaze imprisoning hers. “It’s in your eyes, Ms. Grayson. I can always tell when rebellion is about to erupt.” He thrust his hips and she felt him all the way to her core. Her fingers curled in the dark pelt. Her head dropped back, eyelids fluttering close.
“Attention,” he bit out.
Immediately she lifted her head and looked into those merciless coal-dark eyes. It was a look that commanded her submission and acquiescence. Slowly she lifted, feeling every inch of his prick as it stroked along her sensitive, dripping channel. The muscles in her legs ached, but her pussy cried out for more, faster, deeper.
The rumor was that he enjoyed providing the private riding lessons to the owners as tandem to the horse training. It’s part of what made him unique among their set. And he was very, very good at it. It was well known that for as long as he accepted the training assignment at the farm, he expected the owner or owners, as the case may be, to bow to his every direction and command as well when it came to training their prizewinning steeds. He set the schedule.
Miguel was a truly fine specimen of a man, with a lean, solid frame, not an inch of surplus flesh. Hard and chiseled, hot and powerful. Feeling him between her slick thighs was like being mounted on a half-wild, pure-blood Andalusian stallion. Proud, agile, intelligent. Characteristics of animal and man, a perfect blend of dynamic, lusty temptation.
The vision emerged in her mind of him tossing her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide and spearing her deep. A Spanish conquistador claiming his prize. The image of primal rutting at its most basic level surged through her, twisting inside her, to the point where she was almost ready to beg. Oh, God, what was happening to her? Was it going to be that easy for her to topple beneath his spell?
One might almost consider him a shining star at the peak of the set of trainers available among the horse set, or maybe a skilled gigolo in some arenas. But from his reputation and the history of his protégées’ successes and the contentment and hero worship of the owners, he earned every penny of his exorbitant fees. And deserved every ounce of his reputation.
He also provided the unique service of locating a satisfactory substitute trainer when he left for the next assignment. No one was required to suffer withdrawal after his intense lessons—he always made sure their new appetites were well satisfied—and maintained. And he owned his students’ loyalty completely by the time he left their employ.
Oh, he was rugged, he was a man’s man, that was for sure. And she would do anything—absolutely anything—to have him train Merciless. She would be whatever he wanted her to be. And she would follow his instructions to the letter if that’s what it took to get him to sign the contract. Because she knew Merciless—this horse—was the one that would cut her from the herd of mediocre stables.
Her slick juices had her riding and gripping Miguel’s immense prick. The thick flesh brushed against her stiff clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure.
Eclectic Alchemy 
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