Rebecca

To start, two apologies, the first that it's been two days with no update. Saturday was the Rugby World Cup (we lost, sob) and last night I was staying with a very vanilla freind. Secondly I'm sorry that I'm updating late, I tried earlier and wrote a whole chapter, you can imagine by dismay when it got deleted when I tried to add it without a chapter title and it disapeared. Spelling and grammer is lax and I'm so darned tierd!!
And now, the thank yous. Thank you so much if you reviewed, it makes me so happy!
Francessca- Thank you for your lovley review, it was the first thing I saw after I acsidntly delted the first attempt at Chapter Six.
Ellie- I know, I think most of us would have tried to make a run for it! As for having Alan Rickman as a family friend, I'm not THAT lucky, but my Dad's best freind looks almost identical to him in Love Acutally.
This chapter is dedicated to all my lovly reveiwers!
A glossary-
Jodpuers or Jods- a kind of tight riding legging.
riding hat- hard hat to protect you.
tack- the saddle, bridle ect,
Tacked up- horse is ready to go.
Hands- height. A poney is less than 14 hands, the biggest horses in the world are about 19 hands.
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Things had rapidly gone from bad to worse. An hour ago I had been in bed with my incredibly sexy lover/teacher. Now I was wandering the dark, deserted lanes of the countryside that surrounded St. Georges. The angry grey sky was chucking down sheets of dirty rain. I was soaked to the skin, considering that when I stormed out of my dorm I was only wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, wasn't suprising. I'd managed to get some shoes, but the pink silk Kurt Geiger ballet pumps were now soaking and dirty. I was still crying, even after an hour of walking, every few miuintes the realiseation of what had happend woud hit me, and I would sob wildely, coughing and chocking. This was not the cold beautiful dignefyed crying of a film icon, it was the noicey, spultteing tears of a teenage girl who had been betrayed.
Suddnely A car slowed down besides me, the headlights lighting up the darkness. a big silver Range Rover. I wondered who it could be, the only people who I knew who had a car like that were the girls whom I went to school with, but they were all safely at home in Hampshire and Sussex. The windows rolled down. Curiosity got the better of me, I went over.
'My god Rebecca, your a state. Get in.' Holden spoke quickly. He sounded genuinly concenred.
'Fuck off.' I replied, despite myself I really wanted to get into that warm car and have in explain to me that acutally he's not engaged. He tolerated my swearing, which I suppose he had to in the situation.
'Get in the car.'
'Fuck off! Your a selfish bastard, you only care what happens because if I catch hypothermia whilst your supposed to be looking after me, then people will start to ask questions.'
His face flickered with hurt. Good. He undid his seat belt, got out of the car and came and stood facing me in the rain. The water started to soak through his very expensive Thomas Pink shirt. He gripped my arms and looked into my eyes. It was a good thing that St. George's sleepy village didn't get traffic after about six in the evening.
'I don't give a fuck about my job, if I did I wouldn't ever have got invovled with you, your a million times more important than work. I'm falling in love with you Rebecca.' I looked at him, disbeliveing.
'Sure. How am I supposed to belive anything that you say anymore?'
'Because, Because its the truth! I love everything about you, I love your messiness, I love your cheekiness, I love the fact that you never do your homework and then you lie about why, I love the way you always defend your freinds, I love the way that you take stupid actions without thinking. I love you Rebecca.' I look back at him, for once I find it hard to meet his eyes.
'I'm afraind of feeling the same way about you. Nothing stays the same. Everyone I've ever loved has left me, how am I supposed to be able to trust you. You say you love me but I can't see this love, I can't touch it. All I can hear are your words, easy words. Your still engaged! Don't you love her??' He sighed. We were both soaking wet. He pulled me towards him and held me. He stroked my hair.
'I love you Rebecca. And I'm not going anywhere, let me in. No, I don't love Annabell. I've knowen her for years and my family love her, she was the first step to the same life as my father, and my grandfather, it's not what I want. Please, get in the car.' He opens the door for me and I get in, relishing the heated seats, I pull my wet knees up to my wet chest and think about what he's said. He sits in the drivers seat and looks at me.
'Let me try and make it up to you. Tomorrow, be in the frount hall at 8. Ok?'
'Registraion?'
'I'll deal with that.' He starts the engine and we don't talk on the way back to school. Its a very comfortuble silence, neither of us feels the need to fill it. When we get back to school Holden holds me very close and kisses me deeply.
'Tomorrow?' he askes
'Ok. Eight o'clock.'
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Paseing the thinkly carpeted frount hall, I thought what a fool I was. I couldn't work out if Jack was being sincere.
He seemed so truthful, but could I really trust a man who has taken my virginity without stopping to tell me that he had a fiancee? The car pulled up outside the hall and Holden came in, held the door open for me and the opened the car door. The man's got style, I'll say that for him.
'You look nice.' He smiled. Ok, so i'll admit it, I had made an effort. I was wearing a high waisted black tulip shaped skirt with a black vest top tucked into it and a cardi, thick black tights and emerald green high heels (Marc by Marc Jacobs, I'm a very proud owner)
'But you might not be dressed quite right for today.' Today? What did he have planned?
'I've got the stuff you need in the back.' As we pulled up to some traffic lights, I undo my seatbelt and climb into the back. I unzip a navy blue lacoste bag to discover a blouse, jodpuers and riding boots. I look at them in suprise.
'This better not be some kind of sick fantasy Jack. This is supposed to make things up to me, and your not going to do that by.. by... having sex on a hay bale or somthing like that!' He laughed.
'I love the way your mind works Rebecca. Riding kit equals kinky farm sex. We're going riding you silly girl. Now get changed.' I smile, and in the back I take off my very vouge via topshop outfit and wriggle into the tight trousers. The blouse is a bit small so I keep my vest top on underneat, and slip the boots on. Then I climb back onto the frount seat.
'You look really good in that Bex.' I smile.
'How did you guess my sizes?'
'Your almost the same as my sister.'
'meaning?'
' I took a lucky guess...' He admitted. He's in a good mood today.
'And, wasn't it a bit of a lucky guess about the riding. What if I had been terrififed of horses?' He looked increasingly guilty.
'I might have glanced at your file last night.'
'Arn't those meant to be confidential? You badass.' I laughed. I knew what he was going to ask next.
'Why did you stop riding? Your file is covered in riding awards untill your fifteen, and then suddenly its all diceplinary issues and letters to your parents.'
'When I was fifteen we moved, after a year in England as a family my Dad took a job in India, and so the sold the house, the car and my horse. They didn't even tell me, I came home from school one day and it was all gone.' He looks quite shocked.
'I'm really sorry Bex, are you ok riding?' I smile,
'Oh God yes, I'd love to acutally. I stopped properally when I got banned for a punishment.' He lent over and stroked my hair.
'Wild child.' He murmered fondly. We turned into a drive about a mile long, winding all the way up to a huge spraling white house covered in ivy, it was really beautiful.'
'God, I wonder what lucky bastards live there.' Holden looks embarrsed. No.. He couldn't..
'You don't?' I ask.
'Well, it was my parents house, and I've only got the one sister and she lives in New York, no intention of comming home, so yes, techinally it's mine.'
He keeps driving down a lane comming off the main drive until we come to a stable yard where he stops. He gets out and opens my door for me. I step out of the car and wrap my thighs around his waist, I push the door shut with my free arm and start to kiss him. God he's sexy.. Then someone clears their throart behind us and I get off him. We both turn around to see an ancient groom.
'Mr Jack, and your, Young lady friend.' He puts the emphasis on Young. I'm guessing that this man is probably a fan of Annabel.
'I have had Thebes and Alexandria tacked up, they're awaiting your use over there.' He shuffles away looking disaproving. He guestures over to where two magnificient horses are tied up. One is grey and about 16 hands, the other black and 17.5 hands. I'm really hoping that the big one is for Jack.
'Thebes and Alexandria, arn't those where Antony and Cleopatra where from?' I ask curiously. He nodds.
'Alexandria the free loving, wild, exotic place of Eygypt and Thebes, the cold dutiful romam world, where honour and loyalty were the most important things. Intersting choice, Holden.' He looks suprised.
'A shakeshpere fan as well, you really are full of suprises.' I laugh.
'Go on, give me a leg up then!' I put one leg in the stirup and he helps me spring up from the ground onto horse back, then he does the same without a leg up. Show off.
'Come on, I'll race you!'
I kick the horse hard and then we trot out of the stable yard, onto the ajcent field, before Jack can say anything I've cantered off across the field and am off at lightening speed. Soon Jack is on my tail, shouting somthing but I can't hear what.
My loose hair flys out behind me and I see a gate in the middle of a hedge, this looks like fun. Fields and grass fly past me on either side, I'd forgotten how good it felt. I kick the horse on and get into jumping position, she springs off from the ground, soars through the air and makes a light landing, I however am a little out of practise and nearly slip, I regain balance but it was a bit wobbley for a miniut there. I slow down and pull Alexandria into a halt, expecting to see Jack behind me, looking seriously impressed. I turn. His face is like thunder.
'Get off that horse, right now.'
'What? What's wrong.'
'Get off the horse Rebecca.' Confused, I slip my feet out of the stirups and dismount, I tie the horse up to the gate and climb over so I'm sitting on the gate, almost eye level with Jack.
'What's your problem?'
'My problem? Rebecca you havn't ridden for three years and you just jumped a five bar gate, without a fucking riding hat on! You could have been killed!' The man makes a good point.
'I'm sorry. I didn't think.'
'No, you fucking didn't. Have you got any idea how dangerous that was?'
'Is that what this is really about sir, or is it that I could have been hurt, and explainig that to the school would have been hard for you?' As soon as I'd said it I clamped my hand over my mouth.
'I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I mean..' He looked angrier than I had ever seen him look.
'take down your jods.'
'What?'
'You heard me, take them down and bend over the gate.'
'No.' I said defiantly. His voice was steady but strong and powerful.
'Right now, or I will make you, and God help you if I have to make you bend over.' Bitterly I undid my jods and bend over the fence, arse in the cold october air.
Behind me I heard Holden dismount and tie up the horse, then he strode over to me in his riding boots. Inwardly I prayed to hear him put down the crop on the floor. Surely he couldnt use it on me?
He raised his riding crop and sliced it through the air onto my poor defensless backside, slashing it into my pale skin. I yelped, no longer careing if I scared the horses. This was no sexy role play spanking, it wasn't even like a caneing for staying out late, this was angry and harsh, the kind of thrasing that taught a lesson. Again and again he brought the crop slashing trhough the air, I cried out and cried out until I was clinging to the fence with my fingertips.
'Stop! Please please please sir, I've been so stupid, but I can't take any more.'
He threw the crop down on the floor and turned me around, he cupped my face in his hands and stroked my face.
'I had to do that. It wasn't about my desires, you could have killed yourself. You know that I love you but when your recklessness becomes dangerous you have to be punished. Are you ok?' I leant up and kissed him. He kissed me back and then wlowley slid a hand up my inner thigh. I quickly became exited as he gently rubbed my clit, I unzipped his riding trousers, then he turned me around and bent me back over the gate. He slipped a hand inside my shirt and masaged my nipple, while rubbing my clit. He roughly thrustted into me, the feeling of friction on my sore arse was agonisingly arousing. I came almost intentaiously, it was explosive. I couldn't help crying out and moaning as he thrust into me even deeper and harder untill he came, bringing me to another earth shatering orgasem, after which we both pracitaly collapsed and lay intertwined in the grass, stroking eacothers sex ravaged half naked bodies. I sighed deeply, lying on my side so as not to hurt my arse.
'You know what the best part is?' Asked Holden gleefully.
'What?'
'You've got to ride home like that!' He laughed. Good to see that his inner sadist hadn't diminished.
While this al fresco sex had been amazing, and having him hold me close and take care of me was the best feeling in the world, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
'Jack?'
'Rebecca?'
'What are you going to do? About..' I didn't like to say her name outloud. He stroked my forehead and sighed deeply.
'I don't know darling. Of course somthing has to be done, it can't be left like this. It's not fair on you, or her. all I do know is that I don't have to get you back to school for another three hours and I can think of all kinds of things that we could do in that time.' He kissed me, and I for that moment I couldn't bring myself to think about eveyrthing that was wrong with the situation, because there was so much right with it.