Roderick ground his teeth and gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were nearly white. What the fuck had just happened, he thought. She was supposed to refuse his offer and what was he thinking he was going to go in and be such a total asshole that she would hate him and want nothing to do with him.
He wanted her to hate him as much as he hated himself.
But she fucking signed it.
He really thought that would be her last straw when he pulled it out. In his office he had imagined that she would scrutinize it and refuse to sign. That's what was supposed to happen and he could be done with Enchanted Winery forever and still save face with Maime, his grandmother.
He rolled his window down hoping fresh air would tame his temper. The cold wind blew against his face and hair and suddenly he longed to be in another form.
His wolf form.
He often found himself transforming against his own will when his emotions got out of control. The problem was he wasn't in any better control in his wolf form either.
But the running helped.
He could also take the form of dog, an Irish wolfhound. But he didn't do it often. No, he preferred his wolf where he could run for miles on end with and without his pack wild and free. It helped him to burn off whatever problems he had. Just thinking of being a part of the pack and tracking a kill almost made his hair rise as his fur would from the pleasure of it.
The smell of pine and redwoods caught inside his nostrils, he wanted it there hoping it would erase her sweet scent. Honey and wisteria is all he could think of. It was as if it was being pounded into his brain. He was miles away from her and yet it was still there hanging over him like a swaying pendulum; it was a curse sometimes.
Smell.
Her smell still hung beneath his nose even though his face felt as frozen as a popsicle. He imagined what she would taste like between her thighs as he bulged hard beneath his jeans.
Fuck.
This is exactly what he wanted to avoid.
The name Greystone Ranch hung in a separated redwood sign on the large wrought iron gates with Greystone on one side and Ranch on the other.
His ranch consisted of 14,000 acres that stretched across eight miles of Carmel Valley. He operated it as a cattle ranch just as his father did. It was his own personal paradise with many water sources which included a large aquifer and numerous ponds. It was where he could shift and run for miles exploring all areas on the ranch on his own in solitude just as he liked it.
Once through the gates the drive to the main home, a large stately log cabin with grey river rock along the front and sides, was almost a half a mile.
His pride and joy though was his horse stables designed to look like a version of the main house. He loved horses and riding them around his property was almost as good as running through it in his shifted state.
Though his latest acquisition, a large black stallion he named Cosmos, was proving to be formidable. He had a bad streak in him and had so far thrown two different trainers off his back injuring one of the men, a seasoned caballero, enough to send him to the hospital with two fractured ribs.
Roderick didn't seem to be having much luck with him either and the stubborn wild brute might have to be sold which was a crying shame.
The long cold shower he took did nothing to erase the smell of Violet from beneath his nose nor tame the stiff hard on that refused to go away. He just couldn't stop thinking of her no matter how hard he tried.
There was only one way to get rid of it. He turned out the light and laid back with one hand cradling his neck while the other began to stroke his erection.
He smiled as he thought of her in her madonna costume. Thinking of her bare skin exposed shoulder made him stroke a little faster as his back tensed with the movement. He thought of what it would be like to kiss her bare breast and how he would make her nipples pebble to hard little stones.
His brow began to sweat tiny beads of perspiration as wet beads of precum now glistened on the top of his cock right where he wanted her mouth to be.
It was her blow job red lipstick that made him stiffen in the first place and the incessant gnawing of her upper lip which he himself wanted to bite; though he would never admit it to anyone.
He stroked faster and harder as every muscle in his body contracted in tension begging for release.
He thought of when she said "Me," Then paused and licked her bright red lips, "I will do anything you want," she'd said. He almost blew a load in her office when she said it and thinking about it caused his erection to erupt into ejaculation pleasure like an erupting volcano.
He groaned with his release and lay for a moment as waves of pain and pleasure reverberated throughout.
Finally, he grabbed at the tissue box on his nightstand and cleaned himself off as he continued thinking about Violet and how sweet her cunt would taste.
Like honey, and wisteria.
Now that he was somewhat satisfied he couldn't help but think of all the other things he would love to do to her.
Tie her up, blindfold her.
Bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
He would love to make her beg on her knees for his hard cock to satisfy her.
But first, what he would really love, is to give her a spanking with his bare hand on her ass for the two eye rolls she didn't think he noticed and for her blowjob red lips that made him hard against his will in the first place.
Cause he knew Violet acted so spoiled she clearly never had a spanking in her entire life.
And he couldn't wait to give her one.
Fuck; he was hard again.