Taming a Wild Horse (fm:romantic, 3906 words) | |||
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Luke meets a dark beauty in a bar. His friend tells him, “She’s a wild horse. Let her run.” But Luke is smitten and determined to tame her. | |||
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"Wow," Luke said, "I want to escape with you."
Aurora smiled, saying, "Well, another time perhaps. I have to work in the morning, so I do have to go home."
"Okay," he said, dejectedly, clutching his chest as though she'd shot him straight through the heart.
He pulled into her driveway and Aurora thanked him, "Much appreciated, Luke. Since you're going to ask me out, this is where you will pick me up."
"Yes, ma'am, when can I see you again?"
"I'm off work at 5pm tomorrow. You can pick me up at 7pm."
"I'll be here," he smiled, tipping his hat. "Let me walk you to the door."
"No," she laughed, "If you walk me to the door, neither of us are going to make it to work tomorrow."
"Good point," he smiled, "Damn it. See you tomorrow evening, Aurora."
Luke waited to see that she got inside safely, and made his way home, buoyed with the possibility of her.
He slept fitfully, unable to take his mind off her. The memory of Aurora on the dance floor haunted him, and couldn't shake it from mind. He got up, grabbed a beer, and stood on the porch, looking up at the stars, saying, "Tell me it's going to be worth losing sleep, God."
Aurora lay in her bed, picturing the tall stranger, in a black cowboy hat, sweeping her off her feet, and delivering a kiss that electrified everything in her.
She shook her head and turned over, dragging the blanket with her, remembering the feel of his solid frame against her softness, and she longed to be in his arms again. Had he wanted to crush the life out of her, she would've happily died in his arms.
The day was interminable, cloudless, hot, and humid. Luke walked away from the construction site, overheated and filthy.
He stood in the shower imagining Aurora there with him, and he lingered overlong, picturing what they would do in the warmth of the spray. Then he hurried to dry off and dress. He wanted to pick out flowers, arrive early, and make a good impression.
By 7pm, he was in her driveway, taking in her modest home in the daylight. It was a manufactured home, with flower beds in front, bay windows, and white lace curtains. Her taste was obviously impeccable. It was clean and well kept. Being in the construction business, he couldn't help wanting to build a home for her which was much more solid, with brick, mortar, a solid foundation, and staying power.
Luke walked to her door, carrying a bouquet of white egret orchids, and her smile lit up his heart.
"Oh, Luke, they're beautiful! Thank you," she exclaimed, burying her face in the flowers, and inhaling their light, sweet fragrance.
He watched her with delight. Gone was the dark beauty from the previous night. In her place, stood a little girl filled with glee. The contrast was startling. A single bouquet had brightened her, and lightened her heart, and something in his heart ached.
He took her to Inn on the Gulf and then to Pub 52. Even dancing in his arms, she was a sight to behold. She rested her head against his chest, and he inhaled her, loving that she smelled of nothing more than soap and water, fresh and clean. They danced until closing time, and then returned to Hudson Beach.
"Have you ever been married, Aurora?"
"No. The abuse ends with me," she blurted and then bit her lip, thinking better of it.
"Someone abused you?" Luke was winded that anyone could harm such a magnificent creature.
"Yes. Tell me about your upbringing," she evaded the question.
He described a loving family structure that made her wince. She couldn't identify with it, but listened, fascinated.
"Do you have siblings," she asked, curious what an actual family looked like.
"Scads," he answered. "You know, the usual suspects. I have one younger brother and two younger sisters."
"Who abused you, Aurora," he asked gently, sliding her closer to him, beach towel and all.
She hugged her knees, not wanting to inflict that memory on such a perfect night.
"Tell me about your folks," she asked, trying to avoid the topic.
Luke noted her side step, realizing that someone had indelibly cut her in ways she couldn't even face. "It's okay, Aurora. You don't have to talk about it. Just give me names so I can pound them into the ground."
Aurora fell over backwards laughing. The sound was delightful and inviting. He rolled on top of her, and met her lips gently, fisting her long hair, and tipped her head back to part her lips. Luke wound his tongue around hers, deepening and demanding, drinking in her shapely form in the moonlight.
She struggled, at first, unsure of what to do in the face of his bold demands, but he moved to hold her pinned to the sand, arms outstretched, and helpless to stop him.
He paused to view her, eyes closed, head tilted, lips parted, with her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if beckoning him to ravage her, and it was nearly his undoing.
Luke laid atop her, with his weight pinning her down, thinking, my God, she's spectacularly gorgeous. How did I get lucky enough to turn her head?
He was completely unaware that his years as an older sibling had prepared him for this moment. He'd been decisive and logical, making plans and seeing them through, for himself and his younger siblings. Ultimately, he had taken control. It was his nature, and that's where he was most comfortable. He had no idea what a powerful aphrodisiac it was to her.
Aurora lay beneath him, not sure if she wanted to run away, or sacrifice herself to wanton desire. She tried her luck, squirming in his steadfast grip, and finally gave up. More than she wanted to bolt, she wanted this moment with him. This feeling was foreign, terrifying, and thrilling, and she needed him in ways she couldn't even define.
Luke brushed a wisp of hair from her eyes, and asked, "Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you have to work?"
"No. I'm off for the weekend. Why?"
"I'm going to book a room through Sunday. Let's go get what you need."
"Okay, Luke." She heard her voice answer, as though it were completely detached from her, thinking, Was that me?
Yet, she followed through without reservation. She trusted him to lead, as she had trusted the music, which had consumed her on the dance floor. He was strong and masterful, always knowing what his next step would be.
For the first time in her life, she relaxed and let him lead. Aurora turned up the music, and snuggled into his shoulder, while he drove.
Luke was completely content, and he dragged her against him tighter, thinking, She's a wild horse for sure, but maybe I can tame her. Maybe I can make her mine. It's a long shot but I'm going to roll the dice.
He helped her gather some clothing, a hairbrush and toiletries, as well as a swimsuit. She stopped for a moment, asking, "Why don't we just stay here?"
"While I thank you for your generous invitation," he said, "I want to take you away from familiar trappings for the weekend. It's so much easier to enjoy yourself when you're not home with your responsibilities and interruptions."
"You think of everything," she smiled up at him.
"I do my best, little lady." He winked at her and loaded her suitcase into the truck.
Luke stopped for a large cooler, cold cuts and refreshments, and then checked into the Inn on the Gulf, saying, "I've arranged for a room at the Southern Hills Plantation Club for tomorrow."
Aurora's head was spinning. She perched on the edge of a queen size bed, asking, "Could we just stay here instead?"
"Of course," he answered, "I just thought you might want a little more luxury, but we can do whatever you want."
"Thanks, Luke. I'm already way out of my comfort zone. I'd like to stay put and spend the weekend getting to know you here."
He scooped her up into his embrace, saying, "No worries, Aurora. We can go there some other time. Would you like to go down to the restaurant?"
She spied the cooler in the corner of the room, asking, "What's in there?"
Luke extracted sandwich stuff, paper plates, and sodas. Then he fisted a bottle of wine, asking, "Would you like a glass, uh, make that a Dixie Cup?"
"I'd love one. You really do think of everything."
"So tell me more about your upbringing, Aurora. Do you have siblings?"
She bit her lip, and curled up hugging her knees. "I did. My brother died many years ago," she answered with eyes locked on the floor. Even now, it was hard to speak about him without tears.
Luke joined her, extending his arm around her tiny waist, saying, "I'm sorry Aurora, that must have been devastating."
"I miss him so much," she sighed, and swallowed the lump in her throat.
Luke scooted behind her, wrapping his arms and legs around her loosely. "Are mom and dad still alive?"
"Define alive," she ground out.
"Um," he thought for a moment, "this side of the grass."
"Yes. They're alive to each other. Not to me," she said, drawing a deep breath to steel herself.
"Wow. So you're all alone in this world?"
"Essentially, yes. I have my friends."
"And now you have me," he said, and kissed her cheek.
It was just after sunset and Luke wanted to ease her mind. There was no reassurance which would replace a family she'd never had, so they decided to walk the beach, trading backgrounds, histories, and stories.
Aurora was strictly guarded, and it took a long time for her to reveal anything about herself. With many well placed questions, she began to reveal a family history of narcissism, in which she was clearly the scapegoat.
Little by little, he learned they had beaten her down so severely that she had carved out places within herself, where no one could touch her. She was a dancer for good reasons. It afforded her hard won distance from the torment she had suffered repeatedly.
Aurora revealed that she'd had a small handful of hideouts in young adulthood, a waterfall in Maryland, a cousin's house, on the side of a mountain, in West Virginia, and the slow moving Greenbrier River banks, where she ran when life got too ugly to bear.
It was clear to Luke that her life was about survival and safe places, and that she had never had the luxury of just being able to live her life. Late in the night, he sat quietly, watching her stare out into the Gulf, as though she were connecting with the single most distant point on the horizon.
Her eyes shone in the moonlight, and he wondered, How is she still standing? What these people did in the name of love, was despicable and morally reprehensible. He was hellbent determined that her future would be vastly improved, thinking, She really is a wild horse. I'm not sure how to tame her, but I'm sure as hell going to try.
Aurora returned to the picnic table and sat down on his lap. She pushed her fingers through his hair, and kissed him passionately, hoping to convey how grateful she was for the weekend with him. She massaged his shoulders and worked her way down his sides.
Luke held her gently, trying to guess what she needed from him the most. Finally, she rested her head on his shoulder, saying, "Thank you, Luke."
"It's my pleasure, love. I'm privileged to spend time with you."
After a long moment, he lifted her up and placed her tiny frame beside him on the bench, issuing, "Let me clean up here. I want to take you back to the room, unless you would like to go dancing."
"Room, please," she smiled up at him, not wanting to waste a minute of time she could spend next to him. It was the most peaceful she had ever felt, next to getting lost in music and dance.
They returned to the Inn, and he laid Aurora down on the bed. He crawled on top of her, and kissed her deeply, whispering, "We were put in each other's lives for a reason, Aurora."
She looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I believe you, Luke."
"Do you trust me?"
She hesitated for a moment, and answered, "Yes. I trust you."
"Good," he said, pushing her wrists over her head. He made short work of stripping her from clothing, and then slipped restraints over her wrists and ankles. Aurora lay trembling, not knowing what to expect.
Luke undressed, and Aurora stared at his muscular physique, fascinated. Then he laid beside her, placing feather-light kisses to her lips, cheek and neck, and he squeezed her perfect breasts.
Her breathing quickened and he paused to drink her in, loving the contrast of her long, dark hair against alabaster skin, with her firm breasts heaving against his chest, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes wide with unspoken questions.
He had wondered if she would retreat into the safe spaces within herself, but she hadn't. Though she trembled beneath him, he could see that she craved him. She wanted this more than she feared it. Luke continued his sensual assault, kissing her breasts as he squeezed her alabaster globes against his face, and moved to the flat of her belly, whispering, "Do you want me, Aurora?"
She shivered under his touch, aching for fulfillment, and speaking it into existence, "Yes, Luke. I want you."
"Good," he growled against her skin, and anchored a knee between her legs, letting her know that he was in control. He dragged massage oil over her body, with his fingers trailing lightning desire in their wake, and she was nearly delirious. He cupped her firm buttocks and kneaded the oil into her skin, asking, "Do you want me to make love to you?"
Lost in the throes of desire, she responded, whispering, "Yes, Luke."
He lifted her hips and circled her clitoris, driving her into a frenzy, and then paused, demanding, "Tell me. Do you want my love?"
"Yes!"
He lifted her hips, kissed her pussy, and suckled her clitoris, dragging a finger down her slit, asking, "Do you want me for tonight?"
"Yes, Luke! Please, I need you!"
And he drove one finger into her wanton desire, startled at the tightness of her, and thinking, I'm glad I started with only one finger.
Aurora arched her spine, allowing him unfettered access, with her body shaking in his grip. Slowly, tentatively, he pushed a second finger into her cavern, wiggling hard and deep, as he pushed her into blinding illicit need, asking, "Do you want me every night of your life?"
She was lost to the flames licking her nether regions, moaning, "I do, Luke! Fuck me please!"
He stopped abruptly, commanding, "I will never fuck you. What we share will be lovemaking, a union of souls, and nothing less should satisfy either of us."
Aurora laughed and sobbed, delirious with happiness, even as crackling electric desire seared her veins.
He released her from restraints and hauled her on top of him. Looking directly into her eyes, and straight down into her soul, he asked, "Do you love me, Aurora?"
"I," she started, and then froze.
He held her terrified gaze, insisting, "Tell me what's in your heart, love."
She collapsed, sobbing into his chest, "I don't know if I know what love is."
He held her to him tightly, whispering soothingly, "I know, baby girl. Shhh, it's okay. You do know, Aurora. You don't trust it yet, but you do know what love is. Give me a chance and I'll show you a million ways that you know."
He stroked her hair, rubbing and massaging her back, and letting her cry out years of pent up grief, shedding the horror that she had lived prior, and finally letting it go."
With her past washed away, he moved to roll on top of her, and kissed her deeply, whispering, "I love you, Aurora." Then he found the place on her neck that left her weak with desire. Bruising her there, he parted her thighs with his knee. Luke drove a finger into her molten wetness, and kissed away the soft scream rising in her throat, taking pains to make sure she was ready.
Aurora vibrated beneath him, and he inhaled the picture of her, eyes closed, panting hard, face flushed, and really trusting him for the first time, thinking, She's so fucking beautiful, I can't breathe.
She wrapped her legs around him, inviting him to ravage her, and he slowed down, stroking her wet slit, fingering her vaginal opening, tormenting her so sweetly, that she was desperate for him to fill her with all of his hardness.
Luke kept her there, hovering on the brink of fulmination, and asked, "Are you prepared for me, if you can't control what's happening?"
"I think so. Hurry, Luke."
"Once we start, you must surrender to me. Do you trust me to get you to the other side?"
"I do!"
And he drove his hard length into her exigent need, balls deep, and pulled out, watching her expression. Again he titillated her clitoris into a hard nub, and she begged him, "Luke, I can't take anymore. Please, I need you."
"I've got you, baby girl. Trust me."
And she sobbed in frustration until he lifted her hips to tongue fuck her, with his hot breath pummeling her there, and then drove two fingers into her tight little cunt. Lightning fingers spread from her belly down to her womanhood, and Luke watched her intently.
Her eyes were dark with requisite longing, her whole body shook in his hands, and he played her like a fine instrument, with thunderous drums pulsating in the core of her, as she neared crescendo, and then pulled back like ocean waves. And he flipped her over, hugging her from the back, and slapped her firm buttocks sharply.
Aurora cried out, not understanding what was happening, until electric heat claimed her extremities, and he shoved three fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt. She wriggled in his grip, needing to squelch her desperation , and he held her pinned, fingering her depths, hard and fast, whispering, "Trust me, Aurora. Ride it out with me. Don't control. Surrender."
"Luke please!"
"Not yet, baby girl. Don't fight me."
He held her at the brink until her body went limp, and he turned her back over, straddling her on all fours, saying, "Now."
And his hands were on her, seeking, kneading, memorizing, and defining her, in the context of his love. Aurora surrendered, letting him claim her, and she spread her thighs wider, so ready to receive him.
Luke drank in her flushed features and drove himself into her hot, sucking wet, and then gripped her buttocks, pushing even deeper into her. She was breathless at the paramount fulfillment she'd never experienced before, crying out, "I love you, Luke!"
"Hold on, baby girl, you're not there yet."
He got on his knees and pulled her up with him, kissing her deeply, and drove into her hard and deep, holding her there, suspended in desperation, and then spanked her ass with a resounding crack.
She returned his kisses with fervor, shaking against him, and desperate to climax. "Please, Luke. Now!"
"Surrender to me."
He clasped her to him, kissing her face, stroking her bottom, and she clung to him, letting him claim her, and take her into places and emotions she had never even dreamed of.
When she couldn't delay for another second, he drove into her center, and cupped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes, saying, "Tell me, Aurora!"
She collapsed in climactic spasms with her cunt throbbing hard on his steely cock, sobbing, "I love you. I really do."
And he throbbed in her clutching depths, brushing the hair from her eyes, and said, "I know, my love. Marry me."
"When?"
"Now. Let's find a judge and get this done. Then we can get back to celebrating."
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