tried to help him? Like you are?”
She nodded. “Well, I don’t know how far it went. She’s my sister, so I kind of don’t want to know. But I know that I saw her after he whipped her, and I went crazy.”
Smearing more ointment on, his thumbs began to rub absent-minded circles into her ass cheeks. It felt a little too good, but Maple didn’t want to interrupt his story. “What then?”
“He’s my boss. My friend, sometimes. I look up to him in a lot of ways and--”
“You don’t question him.”
This did earn her a sharp glance. “Right. But I warned him not to lay a fucking hand on my sister, or we’d be done.”
“He could have kicked you out. Or had you deported.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Mariela’s all I’ve got, though, and damned if I’m going to let her be whipped by some son-of-a-bitch in mourning.”
The thumbs began to work deeper, forcing Maple to shift away. She rolled off the bed and pulled her pants up. “This was right after Rachel died?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t that long ago, was it?”
“No.”
“What about Mariela? What did she want? Did she… did she want J.B.?”
Raúl flopped back on his bed, resting his hands behind his head. “Nah, she didn’t want him. She was trying to find a way out, and thought if he’d teach her, maybe she could start her own business.”
“How would that even work?”
He smiled. “No offense, Maple, but just think about it. While the women sign up for that crazy shit, the business isn’t exactly something where legality is a concern. Mariela could make a killing, and no one would give a damn about her nationality. She was so pissed when she found out I’d said something. But I’m content here.”
“So that’s why J.B. turned her down.”
Raúl shut his eyes. “Yeah. That, and I think he knew he was just trying to hide from his grief.”
Maple shifted around. Her skin felt much better. The numbing agent made moving tolerable, and her backside didn’t feel as hot, either. “What was Rachel like?”
She was prying again, but she couldn’t help it. Plus, she was so relieved to hear about Mariela and J.B. Maple needed to get her jealousy under control. Wasn’t she here because of his attention in the first place? And hadn’t he just whipped her--
Raúl never answered. Deep snores filled the room. Smirking, Maple covered him and left quietly, her mind filling with new questions.
She wished sleep came as easily for her as it did for him.
Chapter Eight
“Tonight I want you to watch me, Maple.” J.B.’s low timber pulled her from her thoughts. He didn’t look at her as he said it, and she felt her pulse quicken. Just the two of them?
Maple had spent the day worrying about Bonnie. The horse seemed normal, loving on Maple and trying to nose out more carrots from her pockets. The stumble had hopefully just been a fluke. It was hard to admit, but it was probably time to retire Bonnie from all rides, even the gentle ones.
“Um, okay?” His eyes narrowed. “Okay! I’m watching you.”
Something was changing between them, and Maple liked it.
Frowning, he led out the pony girl named Eden. Eden had long, straight, shiny, black hair. Her body was willowy, with tiny breasts that gravity would never claim.
“There’s going to be some important customers at the show. Wealthy. I figure if you can cut down my time getting the ponies ready to present, I can make the sale better.” Eden whinnied, pleased at this.
You’re hopeless, you know . Just because he made you come doesn’t mean he wants you. He didn’t let you touch him , did he?
He didn’t. In fact, while she came hard, J.B. had taken no pleasure from her. Hadn’t forced her to please him. Or asked. Nothing. Just fucked her with his hand, forcing her to feel the rawness from the switch as he did, and then kicked her out.
“Show me
She nodded. “Well, I don’t know how far it went. She’s my sister, so I kind of don’t want to know. But I know that I saw her after he whipped her, and I went crazy.”
Smearing more ointment on, his thumbs began to rub absent-minded circles into her ass cheeks. It felt a little too good, but Maple didn’t want to interrupt his story. “What then?”
“He’s my boss. My friend, sometimes. I look up to him in a lot of ways and--”
“You don’t question him.”
This did earn her a sharp glance. “Right. But I warned him not to lay a fucking hand on my sister, or we’d be done.”
“He could have kicked you out. Or had you deported.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Mariela’s all I’ve got, though, and damned if I’m going to let her be whipped by some son-of-a-bitch in mourning.”
The thumbs began to work deeper, forcing Maple to shift away. She rolled off the bed and pulled her pants up. “This was right after Rachel died?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t that long ago, was it?”
“No.”
“What about Mariela? What did she want? Did she… did she want J.B.?”
Raúl flopped back on his bed, resting his hands behind his head. “Nah, she didn’t want him. She was trying to find a way out, and thought if he’d teach her, maybe she could start her own business.”
“How would that even work?”
He smiled. “No offense, Maple, but just think about it. While the women sign up for that crazy shit, the business isn’t exactly something where legality is a concern. Mariela could make a killing, and no one would give a damn about her nationality. She was so pissed when she found out I’d said something. But I’m content here.”
“So that’s why J.B. turned her down.”
Raúl shut his eyes. “Yeah. That, and I think he knew he was just trying to hide from his grief.”
Maple shifted around. Her skin felt much better. The numbing agent made moving tolerable, and her backside didn’t feel as hot, either. “What was Rachel like?”
She was prying again, but she couldn’t help it. Plus, she was so relieved to hear about Mariela and J.B. Maple needed to get her jealousy under control. Wasn’t she here because of his attention in the first place? And hadn’t he just whipped her--
Raúl never answered. Deep snores filled the room. Smirking, Maple covered him and left quietly, her mind filling with new questions.
She wished sleep came as easily for her as it did for him.
Chapter Eight
“Tonight I want you to watch me, Maple.” J.B.’s low timber pulled her from her thoughts. He didn’t look at her as he said it, and she felt her pulse quicken. Just the two of them?
Maple had spent the day worrying about Bonnie. The horse seemed normal, loving on Maple and trying to nose out more carrots from her pockets. The stumble had hopefully just been a fluke. It was hard to admit, but it was probably time to retire Bonnie from all rides, even the gentle ones.
“Um, okay?” His eyes narrowed. “Okay! I’m watching you.”
Something was changing between them, and Maple liked it.
Frowning, he led out the pony girl named Eden. Eden had long, straight, shiny, black hair. Her body was willowy, with tiny breasts that gravity would never claim.
“There’s going to be some important customers at the show. Wealthy. I figure if you can cut down my time getting the ponies ready to present, I can make the sale better.” Eden whinnied, pleased at this.
You’re hopeless, you know . Just because he made you come doesn’t mean he wants you. He didn’t let you touch him , did he?
He didn’t. In fact, while she came hard, J.B. had taken no pleasure from her. Hadn’t forced her to please him. Or asked. Nothing. Just fucked her with his hand, forcing her to feel the rawness from the switch as he did, and then kicked her out.
“Show me
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