Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 3

All the way back to the farm, Jenny keeps the little window in the back of the cab open, talking softly to the horse travelling in the rear, the mare responding with soft nickers. By the time they pull up, dropping the tailgate to lead her out, she is nuzzling at Jenny, asking for attention.

“Are you going to keep the name, Jenny?”

“Can I?”

“She’s your horse. It’s up to you what to call her.”

Jenny scratches at ears which radar forward as the mare snuffs for the apple she knows lurks in a pocket. “I’ll call her Charlie.”

“Charlie it is, then.”

“Where are we going to keep her?”

“She can have the stall next to Dancer. That’ll keep him happy too, and give them chance to get to know each other before she has her season.”

“How will you know when that is?”

Mrs Collier gives her a wry glance. “Dancer will tell us when she’s ready. Don’t worry. We won’t miss it.”

“He’ll try to get to her?”

“He’ll probably kick the stall apart if we don’t let him at her when the time comes.”

Jenny swallows. “That sounds…. violent.”

“It’s just Dancer doing what comes naturally.”

*****

Charlie steps delicately through the long grass. Brilliantly green now after the warm rains and warmer sunshine of early Summer, the grass sweeps around the legs of the horse as Jenny rides easily atop her, swaying gently with the movement of her mount. Her long hair glints copper in the sunshine, complementing the bronze highlights on the face of the horse.

A nudge from the heels and the pair pick up pace, the girl making an easy up-down cadence as they move through a trot, then a canter, before breaking into full gallop through the emerald sea. The mare’s mane and tail are a coursing black stream, flowing through the air to match Jenny’s hair, which ripples behind her, a fluid line of red.

A small group watches from the gate, Chad and his parents chatting with Mrs Collier.

“She’s developing into a first-class rider, and that’s a fact,” comments Mr Bennett.

“She’s certainly a lovely looking girl,” replies his wife, “Eh, Chad?”

Chad watches the galloping pair, entranced. “It's the most beautiful thing I ever saw,” he breathes.

Mrs Bennett watches intently, then nudges his father, eye-pointing their son. He takes the hint. “Why don't you ask Jenny over to have a meal with us some time?”

“Could I? I’d like that.”

“Of course you can. That would be alright, wouldn’t it, Eleanor?”

“If Jenny would like to, then it’s fine by me.”

*****

At the end of the track, Chad is waiting. As usual, he takes Jenny’s school bag, slinging it over his shoulder. But this morning, he proffers something to her, smiling a little timidly. “I have something for you.”