Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(52)

"We're finishing up now," she told me.  "She's making great progress."

I just nodded, turning to watch my wife, still slapping the crop against my palm.

Bianca guided her horse my way.  "You're going ruin another suit," she said, smiling at me.

I smiled back.  "Yes, yes, I am."

She had no idea.

"Come here," I said to her, lowering the crop to my side so it wouldn't spook the horse as she walked it closer.

I grabbed her leg with my left hand, sliding my crop up to tap her shoulder with the other.  I used a light pressure on it to guide her down to me.

She leaned down until our mouths were touching.  I thrust my tongue into her hot wet mouth, moving the crop down her back to play over her ass teasingly.

Eventually I pulled back, tucked the crop into my belt, and dragged her down from the saddle, pressing her against me.

I looked at Colette.  "We'd like to have the stables to ourselves, for a bit."

She was unfazed.  She'd been working here a while.  She knew how we were.  "Of course.  I'll leave you to it."

I turned my head, hand rubbing over Bianca's back.  Joseph was still at the fence, still watching, the brazen bastard.

My hand moved down to her ass and squeezed hard.  Mine.

"He should not be watching you do this," I told her quietly, voice hard.

She stiffened, turning her head to look.  "Joseph?  What are you talking about?  He's just doing his job, patrolling the property."

I tried hard to control my breathing and my tone.  "So he's just passing by.  He wasn't watching your entire lesson?"

She paused and I gnashed my teeth.

"I guess he has been.  I barely noticed.  He's harmless."

Gnash gnash gnash.

"Go wait for me in the tack room," I told her, kissing her on the forehead and thrusting her in that direction.

I headed the opposite way, moving until I was standing a few feet from the bane of my existence.

I pulled the crop out of my belt and started slapping it loudly against my palm.  I didn't bother to mask my expression to him, and I knew what it looked like—Savage.

Uncivilized.

Slap, slap, slap.

"Enjoy the show?" I asked him, tone pointed and biting.

He didn't answer, just moved his eyes from my face to my hands, up and down.

Slap, slap, slap.

"Did you watch her entire lesson?"

Silence.

Slap, slap, slap.

"Do you always watch her ride when I'm not home?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, but still, silence.

Thwack!  The crop struck the fence suddenly, right next to his hand.

"You will answer me.  That's an order."

He curled his lip at me.  "Not always, but often.  And yes, I watched the entire lesson, and I did enjoy the show."

My nostrils flared as I sensed my victory.  I was nearly as elated as I was furious.

He looked as close to losing his temper as I felt.

"Well, soak it up," I told him, voice low and mean, "because it is the last f**king time.  You are never to watch her ride!  If I hear you've even come within a hundred feet of the stables while she's training, I'll have you thrown off the property.  Understood?"

I thought for one happy minute he was going to snap, to say something I could use in my case against him, but unfortunately he did not.

Instead, he opened his mouth once, snapped it shut, nodded curtly, and strode away.

I joined her in the tack room, still slapping the crop restlessly against my palm.

My voice was thick with lust.  "Pull down your pants and lean over, palms on the wall."

My suit was ruined by the time we were done.  Custom-made suits were not designed with stable f**king in mind.  They certainly weren't made for rolling around in the straw, wrestling, getting down on all fours in the dirt, f**king like animals, the list went on and on.

The ruination of this suit had been absolute and absolutely worth it.

She could barely walk from the stable to the house.  She had to lean on me heavily the entire time.

She'd be sore tomorrow, as much from the rough, excessive f**king as the spanking.

We had dinner plans with Stephan and Javier.  I'd almost forgotten, until I saw them waiting for us on the back porch.

Clark was with them, chatting and laughing.  Blake was there too, I saw.

And Joseph.

Stephan started shaking his head as we got closer.  "I won't ask," he called out, a laugh in his voice.

"That's for the best," I told him.  "We'll be down for dinner in thirty.  We need a shower.  We're both filthy."  My eyes went to Joseph for that last bit, and I smiled coldly when I saw him visibly flinch.

That jab must have really gotten to him because the next day he made a point of seeking me out, his intention clearly to give me a piece of his mind.

He found me in my study at the house.  He knocked, and I called him in.

"Do you have any idea how selfish you are, to keep her with you?" he asked emotionally.

This had been eating at him, clearly.  Thoughts of my wife consumed this man.