Galloped Away

Galloped Away

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All rights are mine :) There are many stories of teenagers going to a horse-related farm and getting mentally healed. Well, for Callie, her story is different. She is convinced this whole thing is way too cliche for it to work the way it does in the unrealistic realities of fictional characters. Maybe, just maybe, she might be right. WARNING: The beginning of this story is VERY unrealistic! I would like to point out that nothing that happens in the beginning works (in real life) the way it did in the story. I can not stress that enough!!! Another thing is, that this story does get dark and a little twisted after the mid-start. It is rated MATURE, and if you are not that, I would not suggest reading past the part that is very horribly written. Thank you :)
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[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

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