I lay quietly in my little bed, blankets up around my shoulders, arms down the front of my body, knees parted, thighs open. The fingers of my left hand were as deep within myself as I could get them. The index and middle fingers of my right hand were vigorously agitating my desperate nerves, having gravitated from my hard nipples down to either side of the button between my thighs.

My mind was as busy as my fingers, a whirlwind of thoughts and fantasies, a mixing pot of need and guilt.

Mostly, I was thinking about the encounter with the Stablemaster, Paul, almost a week ago. In the meantime I'd seen my boyfriend Dominic four times, and every time I'd basically jumped on him, willing him to wipe the memories away, to make me complete with his loving tenderness. Every time, he'd managed to bring me to a stunning climax, wracking my body with wonderful seizures, his throbbing erection deep and delightfully inside me. On each occasion, he'd enquired as to my eagerness, then succumbed to the inevitable, and taken advantage of the situation.

He had no idea what had happened, no inkling of how I was feeling, and no ability to distract me sufficiently. Despite his attentions, I'd gone back to my bed late every night, and abused myself, just the way I was now, alone with my fingers, and my thoughts.

The thoughts were the problem. I loved Dom. I wanted to be with him every minute. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to please him, love him, be everything I could for him. But whenever I was anywhere near a climax, I thought not of him but of Paul.

As I climaxed, hard and fast, and calmed down with my fingers sliding slowly inside, so differently to the frantic race that had got me here, I realised I had to do something about it. That I couldn't carry on like this, that I needed to see him again, that I wanted him badly.

Then I slept. Deeply.

***

The next morning, I couldn't sit still and decided to have it out with him. Right away.

The stable was quiet. I could see Paul over in the corner, forking straw for the horses, working calmly in the heat, his shirt off, his muscles ripping with the effort, his back a sheen of fresh sweat.

As I walked up to him, he looked up briefly, and returned to his work. I had to speak.

"Paul, you said soon. You said you'd let me know."

"Yes," he said to me in response, not looking up, and continuing to move the straw. "I did, so what are you doing here, discussing it?"

"Well, you didn't... I thought you'd..."

"Alys, it doesn't work this way. I've been busy. I said I'd come and get you, and I will."

"You haven't decided against it?"

"Not at all."

"I... I'd better go."

"Not so fast, little Miss." He looked up then. "I'm nearly finished here."

"Oh?"

"You think you understand about obedience though? I can't do this unless you can keep your word."

"Oh, I will, Paul. I just thought something was wrong."

He stood watching me, leaning on his fork, and smiled. "Do you like being told what to do?"

"Not normally, no."

"But now?"

"You haven't told me to do anything."

"But if I did, Alys, would you like it? Would you do as I say?"

"I... I like the way you control things, yes. Would you hurt me?"

"You want me to?"

"No, I want to know that you wouldn't."

"I couldn't hurt you, Alys. I'm sure you know that."

"I feel that you wouldn't, Stabl... Paul."

"I would not. Will you do as I say?"

"I will."

"No reluctance, Alys?"

"Well... no. Not at all. What do you want me to do, Paul?"

"I want you to take your clothing off. Hang it on the rail there."

"My clothing?"

"Yes, Alys. Now."

"But what if..."

"You said you would do as you are told. Will you, or will you not?"

I didn't answer, instead taking off items of my clothing, until all that remained was a thin shift. I looked up, and Paul had returned to his forking. Without looking over at me, he spoke quietly. "All of it, Alys."

"All?"

"All. Are you ashamed?"

"Only scared, Paul." I reached down and took the hem of the shift, and raised it over my head. Completely naked now, I let him turn and stare at me. He was motionless for a while, looking me up and down, staring intently, as though he wished to memorise my body.

Eventually he turned again, back to his work. I stood there, in the middle of the stable, without a stitch of clothing on. It wasn't terribly warm, but the whole situation had turned me on, and I didn't mind. After a few minutes, he spoke again, without facing me. "Climb the ladder, Alys."

I was relieved, and disappointed at the same time. I had been scared that someone would come in and discover my nudity, but I liked to be on display for him at the same time. My relief was short-lived, as I only got my feet on to the first rung of the ladder up to the loft before he spoke again, matter-of-factly, and without interrupting what he was doing: "Stop there, Alys. Right there."

"Here? On the ladder?"

"Yes, there. I won't be long."

As I stood, feeling more exposed than ever, my feet and hands on rungs of the ladder, I turned and watched Paul at work. After a few minutes, he finished what he was doing, and turned back to me.

"Don't face me like that, Alys. Turn around."

I said nothing, but turned back to face the ladder.

"Ah. You know, Alys, you have a delightful body, both from the front and the rear."

"Thank you Paul. Can I go now?"

"No. Stay there."

"I must?"

"Yes, you must. Stop asking."

"Yes... Sir."

"No, no. It's not like that. Call me Paul. Just don't question my decisions. Unless you don't like this game."

"I like it, Paul. I like it a lot."

"I thought you might."

"I had no idea."

"I thought that too, little Miss."

"I like that, too."

"You do?"

"Indeed."

While we were having this discussion, Paul had quietly removed all of his clothing, tossing it over mine, on the rail, and had walked up behind me.

"Promise me something else, Alys dear?"

"I'm not sure I should, Paul."

"I can understand that. But it's this. If anything is going to happen that you don't want to, tell me so, and call me Stablemaster. I will stop."

"Oh, I can promise that, Paul."

"Short of that, do not question me."

"Yes, Sir."

Paul had been speaking in my ear, but he hadn't touched me, until now. I could sense his heavy body behind me, but didn't dare turn around. His large hands reached up and rested for a moment on my shoulders. The weight was nice; the warmth of his body seeping into mine. I could smell him, too. A mixture of horses, and straw, and man. Fresh sweat, with hard work.

His hands didn't rest there long, sliding down my back with a precise gentleness, over my ribs, and reaching around just enough to slide past the sides of my breasts, causing my breath to catch, my body to jump, and his fingers to dig into the sides of my torso.

Down the hands slid, as though they were recording me the way his eyes had before, slipping around and over parts he might have missed, down to the base of my spine, and down further, firmly taking my cheeks into his large hands. He squeezed them firmly before returning to the sliding action he'd started with, and bent his legs a little to allow his hands further down my body, around my warm, damp thighs and on down the back of my legs to below my knees.

He scraped his fingernails around to the front of my legs now, and started a return journey, and as he straightened his body I could feel him pressing against me, the tip of his erection sliding up the crease between my buttocks, his chest against my back, his lips greeting me in various spots before settling at the base of my neck.

His hands slid up the front of my thighs, deliberately avoiding my desperate groin, but sliding fingertips through the very top of my pubic hair.

I could do nothing, having to hold on to the ladder rung, but I swayed and pressed against him, loving the feeling of him, hard and strong behind me. Not just his cock, but his whole body. I was surrounded by him, and I was loving it.

His hands worked their way up my stomach, tickling me wonderfully as they went, and I pressed hard against his erection, wanting him to know how much I liked it.

As it happened, he wasn't happy enough with my physical response, and wanted me to speak instead. As his hands found my breasts, and wrapped them in his large hands, he kneaded them vigorously, and whispered to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"Can you tell me, Alys, is this what you want?"

"Oh, yes Paul. It is. I want this."

"You want me?"

"I want you a LOT!"

"You know what I told you last time."

"Yes. I know, Paul. It's sex. Not love. I know."

"Otherwise we need to stop."

"No Paul. Don't stop. I've wanted you all week. Please don't stop."

"How do you feel about being caught?"

"I don't want to be."

"No. You don't. But Alys, do you like that fact that you might?"

"I do. I wouldn't, if it was someone else. I do, with you."

"You still love the boy?"

"I love Dominic with all my heart."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I need you."

"You don't love me, Alys?"

"I don't. Should I?"

"No, little Miss. You should not."

"Good."

"Yes. You want to do it here, Alys?"

"Mmmhmmmm."

"Not in the loft?"

"No. Not now. Here. Now. Please, Paul."

"Alright." His hands tightened on my breasts, and I could feel the rough skin on my nipples. He pulled me towards him, pressed his body harder against mine. "Climb up one rung, Alys."

"One? Now?"

"Now, little Miss."

I pulled my hands up higher and lifted myself up, before moving my feet. My body slid up against Paul's but he didn't let go of my breasts.

"Just here?"

"For now. Alys, bend your legs. Part your legs a little." As I did what he asked, I felt his erection slide between my legs. I loved the feel of its heat, and squeezed my legs on it. "Not yet, Dear. Keep your legs apart a little, and climb back down."

I realised what was happening then. He was just getting me into position. I lowered myself back down the ladder, my knees apart a little, until his hard cock was resting at the entrance to me, the tip hot and hard at just the spot I wanted. Without waiting for permission, I pushed myself down further, and felt him slide inside me a little, spreading me wide, filling me exactly the way I wanted. His hardness slid all the way inside me, and as my feet touched the rung, he was as far as he could get, fully surrounded, wonderfully part of my body.

Nothing more was said. He started to move behind me, he hands still caressing my breasts, his lips wandering over my neck and shoulders, his cock sliding a little in and out of me. I got into the rhythm of his movements, and soon we were both undulating, moving sinuously against each other, bodies almost parting, my wetness almost without him, before he'd thrust back in, filling me again, tickling my nerves in a way I could never do alone, and with an assurance that Dom simply didn't possess.

I could feel the heat rising in me, and knew my moment was near, but Paul felt as though he could continue forever, so I said nothing, continuing the thrust and parry, enjoying the attention. And without the movement changing, with a regular rhythm, without any fanfare, I came. A long, drawn out orgasm, not deep so much as wide, a pulse of pleasure seeming to start from his rough fingertips on my nipples, and working its way down to where his cock entered me, then spreading to my extremities, and making my whole body glow.

I didn't stop him though, or change any of the movements. I was sure he knew what he'd done, and took it in his stride. I fell back into the rhythm, knowing he was controlling what was happening, driving us into something more.

It didn't take long. My nerves seemed to have been heightened by the orgasm, and I began to thrust more energetically, pumping my small body against his, pushing him deeper inside me, and encouraging him to move faster and harder.

I knew, as his hardness slid out of me yet again, that I was ready. I could tell, somehow, that this time he was too, and without really thinking it through, I took my hands off the rung of the ladder, relying on his breast-holding hands, and the cock he was impaling me with, to hold me up. My hands found their way down, and back, behind me, until I had them on either side of his hips. Somehow the change in angle made all the difference, to both of us, and as I felt the edge of pain rise in me again, I could hear the change in his breath, and feel the desperation in his movements.

I didn't want to delay the moment any further, and I returned his movements with the same energy, forcing myself against him repeatedly.

As he sank deep inside me, Paul let out a deep sigh, and his steady legs began to falter. As his cock released itself deep within me, I clamped shut on it, my thighs not wanting to let him go until I received all he had to give. I came again then, a deep resonating orgasm, hard and solid, firmly centred in one place, so close to his cock. My whole body shuddered to a halt in front of him, not wanting any more movement suddenly, and I grabbed the rung again to steady myself. I moved away from him a little, until his only contact with me was the two strong hands on my shoulders, and the still pulsing erection, sliding slowly in and out of me, emptying itself where it belonged, completing the cycle.

As he finished, I collapsed a little, still around him, and he held me under my arms, and lifted me up in the air, off his dribbling cock, and lowered me gently to the straw covered floor. I promptly fell, and sprawled naked on the straw, my body not easily controlled.

"Are you that easy to wear out, little Miss?"

"No, no... Just give me a minute."

He laughed then, standing watching me. "Well, if you can manage it, you really should dress. Dominic should be here soon."

"Dom?" I squealed, jumping up to grab my clothes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you were enjoying the risk?"

I was frantically throwing my clothes back on, and spared him a glare. "I was, Paul. I was. But now I don't want to be caught, or you won't ask me again."

"Pass me my trousers then, Alys. Not much point in just one of us being dressed."

"Here."

"Thanks. Now listen, you."

"Yes Paul?"

"Don't come looking for me again. It won't turn out the way it did this time."

"I won't. I trust you to find me."

"Good. Because I will."

"I know that now."

We grinned at each other as we dressed, and then I helped Paul with the horses, loving the delicious ache in my thighs, the tiredness in my arms and legs. Shortly after, Dominic showed up, and I went off with him, turning to wink at Paul as we passed. He didn't even look up, busily forking straw again.

Dominic attacked me that afternoon, down by the river, in the heat of the day, his mind and his cock on one thing. Me. I loved it, and loved him. My heart was entirely with me, and I realised how different this was to the thrust and pump action with Paul. Tender and careful, Dominic was a lover. Paul, I realised without regret, was a fucker.

I wanted more of both. And got it. All summer long.