Cast Iron Butterfly

Chapter 2-Fallen trees

Here is chapter two of CIB...

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Chapter 2

Bartley McDougal woke early in the morning, which always put the man in a terrible mood. His staff steered clear when they heard the beast awaken early. The beast is the name that staff gave to their master behind his back. No one dared speak it when he was even near the property, which was of course most of the immediate area. He was landlord of many homes, businesses, and employed most of the people in the area as well. There was no single person that would be willing to anger the beast. All shrank back from his looming presence.

Bartley was tall and large in build, like a brick wall. He had extremely blonde hair and a golden tan from spending his days on horseback roaming across his lands. His blue eyes were so light that one might believe them white from a distance. He had the face of an angel and the soul of the devil himself if you were to ask anyone who dealt with the man.

Bartley slammed his shift robe shut with a vengeance, loud enough to cause the two maids dusting the portraits in the hall to jump and scatter to other parts of the castle, yes a castle. The man took his irish heritage seriously.

Bartley stomped out of his quarters down the winding hall way to the kitchen where Darcy, the cook, was plating his breakfast. He sat at the small table and scarfed his food down. Without a word or glance at anyone he left the table in search of the one thing in the world he had an ounce of feeling for, his horse, Finny. Finny lives a better life than most people in the entire country; the best feed, fresh water daily and the best horse stall ever built.

Bartley swung himself in the saddle and headed out for his day of collecting rents from his tenants. Riding down through a couple of valleys he suddenly heard a grunting sound. He turned toward the sound and steadied Finny. As about as far as he could see there was a person who looked to be stuck in a fallen tree.

“What kind of idiot gets stuck in a fallen tree?” he asked Finny.  He turned his horse and trotted over to the person. When the person heard his approach turned to face him. He barely controlled his intake of breath, which we be a complete lack of control which he did not allow himself. To him lack of control meant weakness. Before him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had skin the color of his coffee when cook added fresh cream to it, he wondered if her skin tasted as good as that coffee he would guess it tasted a might better. Coming back to reality he spoke to her as she seemed to be staring at him dumbfounded. “How the hell does one get stuck in a tree that is fallen, girl?” he said disrespectfully. She instantly frowned and he wondered if she did not know who he was.

“How dare you!” she exclaimed.

“I dare because you are a trespasser on my land who is now stuck under my tree. Your corpse will stink up my land as you do not seem to be able to free yourself,” he said nonchalantly. She bristled at his comments.

“Whether this be your lands or not sir, a gentleman should assist a lady in distress,” she fired back at him. He instantly had just a smidge of respect for this little girl who dare defy him.

“You should ask around child I am no gentleman and I could have you arrested for trespassing,” he guffawed at her rebuff. The girl actually just threw her hands in the air and yelled. He was finding more pleasure out of this exchange with this little thing than he had with any human being. He was confounded by her mere presence. He saw the pained look cross her face as she tried to turn away in time. He sighed and jumped from Finny. Picking up the end of the tree the girl removed her foot rubbing it. Bartley saw the marks on her ankle before her dress fell in place, stupid girl should not have been traipsing around his property. When she stood he was once again hit by her beauty, she was no child, she was a grown woman. His blood seemed to catch fire as she stood much taller than any of the women he has ever been close enough to see how tall they were.

As she stood and tried to walk she nearly fell, Bartley caught her just before she fell back into the tree. Bartley was sorely prepared for the rush of sinful desire he felt holding her in his arms. Her breasts were pressed against his arm and he could tell she was blessed in that area. He realized much too late he has been too long without a woman to warm his bed.