8. Ashlyn

8

ASHLYN

I watched Stephanie's reactions to my directives regarding Phantom, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in her body language. My ability to read body language had been honed over years of working with horses, allowing me to understand their needs and responses with remarkable precision. Yet it was the human nuances that often proved the most intriguing.

My ability to read women was a close second to my ability to read horses.

Stephanie's initial response to my authoritative tone surprised me. I had expected her to meet my direction with a more assertive demeanor, given her history, her age and her role. But as I watched her more closely, I couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of discomfort that belied her outward confidence. There was tension in Stephanie's shoulders and a slight stiffness in her posture that betrayed her unease with my assertiveness. Her blue eyes, normally steady and unwavering, flickered with uncertainty as they met mine, a subtle indication of her internal struggle.

In that moment, realization dawned on me—an understanding that went beyond our discussion of Phantom's training. It was clear that Stephanie's response wasn't simply about her desire to maintain control over the ranch. There was something more beneath the surface, something that spoke to a deeper connection between us.

As I continued to watch Stephanie, curiosity mingled with my newfound awareness of her. I couldn't help but wonder what lay behind this beautiful woman's guarded fa?ade. What emotions were

churning beneath the surface. And then it struck me—a realization so unexpected that it took my breath away. Stephanie's response wasn't rooted in defiance or resistance, but rather in something far more complex—a blend of attraction and vulnerability that she was trying to hide from me.

In that moment, I understood the unspoken truth that lingered between us. Undeniable chemistry crackled in the air whenever our paths crossed. And as I met Stephanie's gaze, a silent acknowledgment passed between us. Both of us recognized the unspoken desires that pulsed beneath the surface.

With a silent vow to tread carefully, I returned my attention to the matter at hand, determined to navigate the complexities of our relationship with caution and care. But deep down, I knew that the

bond between us was stronger than mere words could convey—a bond forged in the fires of passion.

My mind drifted back to the journey that had brought me to this moment. A journey marked by moments of self-discovery and introspection. The trials and triumphs that had shaped the woman I had become. I had always known, on some level, that I was different—that my desires and attractions diverged from the conventional norms society prescribed. Yet, it wasn't until my late teens that I fully

embraced my truth, acknowledging and accepting my sexuality as a fundamental aspect of my core being. I was unapologetic and unashamed.

During the years that followed, I embarked on a journey of exploration, seeking to understand the depths of my desires and the intricacies of my sexuality. There had been nights of experimentation, nights of passion and pleasure shared with partners who had come and gone, each leaving their mark on

me in their own unique way. But through it all, one truth had remained constant—an unwavering certainty that I liked to be dominant, both in and out of the bedroom. While some reveled in the thrill of switching roles, embracing the fluidity of their desires, I found solace in the unyielding strength of my dominance.

It was a force that defined me in ways I couldn't fully articulate. It wasn't just about physical control or power dynamics; it was about a deeper connection—a sense of purpose and fulfillment that transcended the physical realm. It was about embracing my true self, unapologetically and unabashedly, and finding someone who could meet me on that level.

As my thoughts swirled with the complexities of my feelings for Stephanie, I couldn't help but notice Melody's gaze lingering on us. Her eyes darted back and forth between Stephanie and me, a curious expression flickering across her features. For a brief moment, I felt a surge of panic rise within me, wondering if Melody had somehow sensed the tension that crackled in the air.

But as I studied Melody's expression more closely, I realized that her gaze held more curiosity than suspicion. There was a knowing glint in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that simmered between Stephanie and me. It was clear that Melody was attuned to the subtle nuances of our interactions. To the unspoken gestures and shared glances that spoke volumes about the bond we shared. And while Melody's gaze held a hint of curiosity, there was also a sense of understanding. A silent acceptance of the situation's complexities.

I walked down to the ranch with Phantom by my side. As I approached the stables, I caught sight of Stephanie returning from her ride with Kenco, a seasoned horse who had been a part of the ranch for years. The two of them moved together with an effortless grace, their movements synchronized in perfect harmony.

Stephanie looked radiant, her eyes sparkling with joy as she dismounted from Kenco's back. There was a sense of fulfillment in her demeanor, a quiet confidence that spoke volumes about the bond

she shared with him. "Ashlyn," Stephanie greeted me. She smiled warmly, her voice filled with happiness.

"Looks like you and Phantom are getting along just fine."

I returned her smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie wash over me. "He's a remarkable horse," I replied. "And you and Kenco make quite the pair as well."

I couldn't help my gaze running over the shape of the thighs in tight denim.

Stephanie's smile widened at my words, a sense of pride evident in her expression. "Thank you," she said, her voice tinged with gratitude. "He's been my companion for many years, through thick

and thin." As Stephanie dismounted from Kenco's back, her legs wobbled beneath her, betraying the fatigue that lingered after their long ride.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to catch her before she could stumble.

Our hands met in mid-air, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me. There was a spark of heat and chemistry between us, undeniable and intoxicating, as our eyes locked in that shared moment of connection.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. We stood there, suspended in the space between us.

The warmth of Stephanie's hand in mine sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire that burned with a fierce intensity. But before I could dwell on the sensation, Stephanie slowly started to pull away, her cheeks flushed with color as she regained her balance. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Stephanie turned from me, her cheeks flushed and her gaze averted. I felt a surge of longing wash over me—a primal desire that pulsed with a fierce intensity. I knew in that moment that I couldn't let

her go, that I needed to seize the opportunity before it slipped away.

With a sudden surge of boldness, I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching out to cup Stephanie's chin, gently tilting her face up to meet mine. Our eyes locked once more and I could see uncertainty mingled with desire in her lovely blue eyes. Without a word, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left no room for hesitation. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and spicy—a tantalizing blend of passion and longing that set my senses ablaze.

Stephanie responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to my waist as she melted into me, her body yielding to my touch with a fervent urgency. I could feel the heat of her skin against mine. The electric current that surged between us ignited a fire that burned with a fierce intensity. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw, unbridled passion that consumed us both. I felt a surge of dominance rise within me, a primal need to possess and claim her as my own.

I knew that she felt it too—a shared desire that bound us together in a web of longing and lust. As our kiss deepened, our bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. I felt a sense of exhilaration wash over me. The freedom and liberation that came from surrendering to the primal instincts that pulsed within us both.

My tongue pushed into her mouth insistently as my hands roamed her body. Every inch of her skin felt electric beneath my touch,

and soft moans of pleasure fell from Stephanie's lips as she surrendered herself to me.

The horses stood by- un-phased by our actions. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them dip their heads to graze the grass beneath their hooves. They would wander a little, but we would get them back later.

The horses were fine. My whole focus went back to her, Stephanie, melting in my arms. I threw her hat to the side. I reached to loosen her belt and pull her plaid shirt from where it was tucked into her jeans. I took hold of the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head with a sharp tug. I heard buttons pop, but I didn't care. My need for her body was so much greater. Her breasts were full in her black lace bra and I couldn't take my eyes off them. I had thought about them late at night. That was for sure.

"I want you…" I growled into her ear and felt her shudder further. My lips met her earlobe, pulling it with my teeth, sucking it, running my tongue around it. I could taste sweat on her skin. Salty sweat mingling with the sweetness of her desire.

She moaned and the sound of her moans in the open air did something to me.

Fuck, I wanted her and had wanted her badly now since the first time I met her.

I roughly ripped her breasts out of her bra taking a nipple in my mouth, sucking it, running my teeth over it, biting it. Her moans were louder and her breathing quicker.

I had thought right. As I suspected, Captain Stephanie Morley liked to submit sexually. She liked to yield to dominance. She liked it rough.

I pushed her down to on her back the grassy floor and she lay there looking up at me needily still in her jeans and boots and belt with her breasts spilled out of her lace bra. We were right out in the open, most likely alone for miles, but I didn't care if we weren't. I needed to take her now and no sensible thoughts could override that now.

I squinted in the sunlight, removing my hat and throwing it aside. I lowered myself to her, first straddling her hips and running my hands roughly over her torso and breasts enjoying the way her body moved beneath me. Her nipples had hardened to stiff peaks. They were big brown and inviting. I had enjoyed having them in my mouth.

I knew I could feast on her body for hours and I wanted to do that sometime. But not now. I needed to feel her arousal right now. I moved so I could unfasten her belt and her jeans and I lay on top of her along the length of her, my right hand delving inside her jeans, inside her underwear, finding her wetness with my fingers and there was no sweeter feeling than the way my fingers instinctively slid slickly down from her clitoris to between her labia.

Her next moan was loud and guttural and her head tipped back. "Please…" she gasped.

"What do you want, Stephanie?" I asked. There was so much I could give to her and I wanted to give it all. But here, the first time, I figured I would let her choose.

"Pressure on my clit.. make me come with your hand," she murmured.

I had wanted to fuck her properly. And fuck her I would. But not right now. I'd give her what she had asked for.

I moved the weight of my hips above my right hand and pressed firmly down knowing the pressure of the knuckle at the base of my thumb was against her clit. She gasped as she felt it and her breathing got quicker and I knew it was the perfect spot. I held her tightly, the weight of my body pressing into her and ground my hips down against her knowing my hand was grinding against her clit as my fingers cupped down under her vulva. I felt her pubic hair wiry against my hand. I felt her wetness increasing and increasing against my fingers. I ground down in a rhythm with my hips as I dipped my head to kiss her neck claiming her as mine.

I felt her hips move in rhythm with mine, she was reaching for her own pleasure and opening herself up to it and I liked seeing that.

Her breasts were pinned tightly under me.

"You are so wet for me," I growled into her ear. I gave her more pressure through my hand and felt her shudder beneath me. "Come for me, Baby," I said.

With my command in her ear, she exploded into a million colors beneath me and I could feel her pulsing strongly against my hand still tightly cupped around her.

"Ash.. Oh my god.." Her hands gripped desperately onto my plaid shirt as though she was a baby monkey gripping onto me. I felt her orgasm rippling through her whole body. Her breathing was ragged in my ear.

I felt my own desire pulsing hot and hard between my legs and I knew I needed to do something about it.

I adjusted my position slightly until I was straddling her left thigh and I felt the seam of the denim jeans between my legs between my clitoris and her thigh. I ground the weight of myself down against it as I watched her face change with realisation that I was taking my own pleasure from her.

It took merely seconds before I felt the familiar beautiful heat rising from my pussy to my brain. That exquisite moment just before orgasm; I felt it everywhere building and building and then my climax crashed through me suddenly, through every inch of my body while I was still fully clothed.

I cried out into Stephanie's ear and my cry was absorbed by the vast expanse of space around us.

Fuck, this woman. She did things to me, without even doing anything to me. She hadn't even touched me and yet that was the best orgasm I could remember.

There could have, should have been a million thoughts in my head, but instead it was blissfully empty. All I could think and feel was Stephanie beneath me.

She reached her hands to my face and kissed me with absolute tenderness and openness. Her lips were soft and wet and her tongue probed into my mouth slowly and exploitively. I let her kiss me like that because I liked it.

And my own climax confirmed what I had known for a while.

Stephanie Morley was going to flip my world upside down.