The Perfect Mistress

Ch. 4 The Stallion And The Mare

They rode home in silence. The Duke keep stealing glances towards Hannah's breast. It amused him to see them bouncing up and down as they cantered. Everytime the nipples brushed her blouse they seem to get harder and more protruded. It made his groin tighten.

It did not escape Hannah's attention. From the corner of her eye she could see that the Duke was enjoying the view. She could see also the growing bulge in his pants.

Hannah wondered what it would feel like being held by the Duke's strong arm, having his hands stroking her breast, teasing her nipple, and down to her hole.

One thing is for sure, she had never been kissed by a bearded man! That would be a whole new experience.

The Duke decided to break the silence, just to suppress the growing desires inside him.

"Your brother owns truly fine horses, milady. Samson here can outrun every horse in my stables, I am sure."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Breeding horses has been George's hobby for some time. I sometimes went to the stables with him to supervise."

"That is unusual for a lady to enjoy such activity," commented the Duke. "but then you are not an ordinary lady."

"I shall take that as a compliment, Your Grace, and thank you," said Hannah, blushing.

"Have you ever watched horses mate, Your Grace?" asked Hannah. "I assure you it is a most fascinating sight I have ever seen."

"The way the stallion pushed his organ into the mare, so strong and powerful. The mare did not have any choice but to be submissive, but I think she enjoyed it too," Hannah continued.

The Duke cursed under his breath for his own organ keep growing and needed release. Was this woman deliberately teasing him? But her face looked innocent, as any young girl who was passionate about horses.

Luckily the castle's stables are already in sight.

"I shall leave you here, Your Grace. I have my own small stable right beside the east tower," said Hannah.

"Will you allow me to escort you there, milady. I have not the time to look around this lovely castle," said the Duke.

"Of course, Your Grace," smiled Hannah.

They went on a short gallop to the east tower. As she said, beside the door to the east tower there was a small stable which could house up to three horses.

Hannah swung her right leg to the left side. The Duke noticed that she was wearing a divided skirt, so skilfully tailored so it still look elegant while giving the wearer the freedom to move her legs without showing any skin.

The Duke rushed to help Hannah unmount. He picked up Hannah's small waist and put her down slowly.

They were dangerously close to each other. Their bodies brushed against each other. The Duke could feel her breast against his chest, and her lower belly touched his hard raging manhood beneath his trousers.

Hannah did not appear shocked. She merely meeting his gaze, mesmerized. After a while she broke the spell and smiled.

"Thank you for escorting me, Your Grace. I shall see you later at the picnic."