{"id":2438,"date":"2009-02-22T20:39:45","date_gmt":"2009-02-23T01:39:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2438"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:13:31","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:13:31","slug":"playing-with-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2438","title":{"rendered":"Playing With Fire (by Donna)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0<\/strong>A story created as the result of Ma Hoad’s Valentine R Challenge. Joe confronts Don Miguel’s hot-tempered daughter Margarita…..and what happens surprises them both.<\/p>\n

Rated MA (2,500 words)
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*Warning* This story is rated for Mature Audiences only…. if you are offended by sexual content, please do not read.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Playing with Fire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chapter 1<\/p>\n

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“I am a man of limited patience and believe me, you try those limits beyond endurance!”<\/em> shouted Adam from the dining room table. Once again, Don Miguel’s mercurial daughter, Margarita, had lost her temper for no apparent reason. As this had been going on for close to a week, Adam’s reserve of patience had diminished considerably – and he could stand no more of the small, dark haired woman’s outbursts.<\/p>\n

Margarita turned to Adam, her face red with anger. “Well, Adam Cartwright, let me not try your ‘limits’ any more this evening – Good Night!” And with a quick turn, she proceeded to open the front door and head out into the night, slamming it loudy behind her. All the men in the room looked towards Adam, who shrugged his shoulders. “Luis, thank goodness she’s your problem and not mine!” he said quietly. Luis looked sheepishly at the men in the Great Room. “What have I gotten myself into?” he said, sadly shaking his head. “Life with Margarita will not be easy.”<\/p>\n

Blinded with rage, Margarita stomped into the front yard and proceeded to the barn. She opened the door quickly but stopped in her tracks when she saw the sight before her. There, in a low light, was Joe, quietly brushing down Cochise. He looked up in surprise and frowned when he saw Margarita in the doorway.<\/p>\n

“For cryin’ out loud, what do you want?” Joe said tersely. After almost a week of watching Margarita’s behavior, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her or her nonsense. Margarita stepped in and closed the door behind her. “I came out here to calm down, not to deal with the likes of you, you, you….” she stammered as her eyes took in Joe’s muscular chest, visible with his shirt unbuttoned.<\/p>\n

“Listen Miss Margarita, I rode my horse long and hard today and she needs a good rubdown. So let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m not leaving.” Joe stated bluntly. Margarita’s face turned angry once again. “So be it!” she shouted, as she flounced past Joe in her long blue skirt and seated herself on a sack of grain with a resounding plop.<\/p>\n

Not another word was said, the only sound in the barn was that of Joe brushing Cochise’s coat. Margarita watched as Joe methodically took care of his beloved horse, watching as his muscles flexed with each stroke. Joe felt her eyes watching him, and turned to look at this peculiar older woman. She was nothing like any he had met before…..<\/p>\n

Chapter 2<\/p>\n

As Joe looked up at Margarita, he saw that the fire that inhabited her eyes had been replaced with sadness. He walked over to her and took her small delicate hands into his. “Listen Miss Margarita, I’m sorry if I’ve upset you….” he began, but was suddenly cut off by Margarita. “You have not upset me Joseph! No one upsets me!” she shouted. Joe looked at her incredulously. “With all due respect Margarita…..you’re right….I think you upset yourself!”<\/p>\n

Margarita pulled one of her hands away and proceeded to slap Joe across his face. “How dare you!” she screamed. “Who do you think you are?”<\/p>\n

Joe touched the side of his face gingerly. “I think,” he said, “a man who has come too close to the truth.”<\/p>\n

As Margarita stood to leave the barn, but Joe pushed her back down. “Now you’re going to listen to me and listen to me good, Margarita,” Joe began. “No one has had the guts to tell you the truth – well, let me be the first. Want to know what your problem is? You always want to be in control. Control of every facet of your life. Well, life doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you have to give way to other people, other things.”<\/p>\n

Margarita’s eyes filled with tears. She heard the truth in Joe’s words. “I don’t know how to do that Joseph,” she said quietly. “I have always had to take control – for my family, for me! I don’t know any other way. And I’m too old to learn.” Margarita found herself looking at Joe differently….how could this young man understand her, better than any other person before?<\/p>\n

“You’re not too old to try.” Joe replied, his hazel eyes looking at Margarita intently. “Let go Margarita, and see what can happen.”<\/p>\n

Seeing the sincerity in Joe’s eyes, Margarita decided to take a leap into unchartered waters. She took Joe’s face in her hands, her own brown eyes filled with emotion. “Joseph,” she whispered. “I’m ready to try…..show me how.”<\/p>\n

At that moment, Joe found himself drawn to the vunerablity of Margarita, and leaned in with a kiss. He was surprised when she kissed him back with just as much, if not more passion. Taking her hand, Joe led Margarita to the barn’s loft, placing her on the abundant pile of hay. “Are you sure about this?” Joe asked, his eyes and pants giving away his desires. Margarita looked up at him longingly and replied, “Yes Joseph, I am. Take control……make love to me, right here, right now.”<\/p>\n

Chapter 3<\/p>\n

Joe looked down at the woman before him; a woman asking for him to take her to a place she had never been before. As she looked up at him, Joe saw the fire breathing dragonness of a few minutes earlier awaiting him eagerly, like a timid schoolgirl. Joe found himself wondering….which would he encounter in the throes of passion?<\/p>\n

Kneeling down beside her, Joe began to kiss her forehead tenderly, leaving a trail as he reached her lips. Her lips, lush and inviting, parted as he brought his down upon them. Their tongues began to intertwine, as Joe ran his hands around the luscious curves of Margarita’s body. When their lips parted, Joe straddled Margarita and began to unbutton her white high collared blouse. Margarita, her eyes burning with desire, went to unbutton Joe’s pants, which were so close, but its contents still so far away…..<\/p>\n

Joe grabbed her hands as she tried to unfasten his straining pants. “Control, Margarita. Who’s in control right now? Me. Close your eyes and just feel….feel what I’m about to bring to you……he whispered huskily. Just take it all in.” Margarita nodded as she closed her eyes and awaited all that Joe would give to her.<\/p>\n

Continuing where he left off, Joe slowly unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the sleeves off of her shoulders, revealing her soft, white skin. Taking his finger, he traced an outline around her nipples, still concealed by her undergarment. Margarita found herself taking in every touch, feeling sensations she never allowed herself to experience before. Joe continued, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck, nibbling on her earlobes softly, until he heard Margarita’s soft moans of pleasure.<\/p>\n

Deliberately, Joe removed the straps of Margarita’s bodice, pulling it down to her waist, and exposing her supple, firm breasts. Joe was enraptured by their beauty, and proceeded to straddle her once again and playfully suckle each teat, bringing them to attention. He then hungrily took each into his mouth, his tongue circling each nipple until Margarita cried out in pleasure. “Joseph! Joseph! Ohhhhh…” she moaned. Joe covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.<\/p>\n

Joe then proceeded to shed his own shirt, exposing his tanned, muscled chest. Margarita again went to touch Joe, bringing her head up to grab his nipple, but Joe again whispered ”Control” and stood above her. He then removed her shoes, and rolled down each stocking, until her legs were bare. He then took each leg, kissing them until he reached her thighs. Margarita looked at her attentive lover, and smiled. As she closed her eyes once again, she found herself tingling with excitement at the thought of what would happen next.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 4<\/p>\n

Margarita heard the rustling of the hay beside her. As she opened her eyes, she saw Joe standing above her, his hands on his hips. Margarita fumed at the thought that Joe might have been teasing her all along, leading her to let down her guard, letting him have the upper hand….. “Joseph!” she shouted. “You call yourself a man, but you are nothing but a common dog! Teasing me, using me like this….”<\/p>\n

Joe turned to confront Margarita, a wry smile across his face. “My dear Margarita,” he said quietly. “Again, you want to be in control. Did you forget that I am in control right now? You have me and my intentions all wrong. I was about to please you in ways you can’t even imagine….and I thought it best that I complete my state of undress before I finished undressing you.” He ran his hands down the back of his tight tan pants as he said, “And how else can I remove my pants without standing? Do you know of another way?” Joe shrugged as he looked at Margarita innocently.<\/p>\n

Margarita felt her face redden with embarassment. She swallowed deeply as she said, “Joseph, I must apolgize for thinking ill of you….it’s just that I was…..” She gasped as she saw Joe remove his pants, revealing his manliness – she had never in her wildest dreams imagined anything like what stood before her.<\/p>\n

“No more talking,” Joe whispered, his finger to his lips. “Let’s enjoy what we’ve started.”<\/p>\n

Joe then knelt above Margarita, leaving a trail of kisses from the hollow of her neck down to her navel, while expertly removing her skirt and pantelets. Margarita looked up at Joe eagerly, not knowing what would happen next. She closed her eyes as Joe continued his exploration, kissing her legs once again, but going beyond her supple thighs and heading into Margarita’s warm, moist center with his tongue. Margarita gasped with surprise and then began moaning as Joe’s tongue fluttered and penetrated her, causing her to writhe in pleasure. She bit her lower lip to keep herself in control, but as she looked down, she saw Joe lift his head and look at her with eyes full of sensuality. “Do you like this? Do you want more?” he growled, kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. All Margarita could do was nod as Joe lowered his head once again, sending waves of pleasure throughout her. Joe’s senses reeled as he found himself lost in this woman, a woman who he never thought of as anything but a shrew, devoid of emotion. But this encounter exploded that myth.<\/p>\n

Margarita found herself at the brink, and whispered to Joe, “Joseph, take me now. Please, I can’t wait any longer…..” Joe smiled, as he brought himself on top of her, spreading her legs with his until his manhood throbbed near her entrance. ” Are you sure?” He asked devilishly. “Do you want me as much as I want you right now?” Margarita growled, “Yes, Joseph, yes, yes..” as Joe began to enter her, thrusting harder and harder, she kept repeating “yes’ faster and faster, until her head exploded with sensations she had never felt before. Joe began to growl as he too, reached a climax that was beyond his wildest expectations. Their climax together lasted longer than either of them had expected, and both collapsed on the hay, exhausted but extremely satisfied.<\/p>\n

Conclusion<\/p>\n

Joe turned to look at Margarita, whose face was the picture of contentment. Gone were the lines that permeated her chiseled features, as was the scowl that always made her look older than her years. Joe kissed her inviting lips once again. “Are you OK Margarita?” he asked. Margarita smiled back at him and said, “Never better.” She then sat up, gazing into Joe’s eyes. “Thank you Joseph, for showing me what it feels like just to….to feel, not to think…..you have given me the ultimate gift. Now let me thank you.” Joe looked at her quizzically, wondering just what she meant. But he didn’t have time to think as Margarita began to stroke his manhood, bringing it to life once again. Joe found himself arching his back in pleasure as Margarita continued.<\/p>\n

Joe felt the stroke of long nails along his legs, and felt Margarita’s legs alongside his chest. His eyes opened wide as he felt the warmth of Margarita’s mouth take in his member, her tongue moving rapidly along it’s ridges. She sucked ardently, while Joe’s breaths became more and more rapid. Joe then grabbed her legs and brought her on top of him, and was able to pleasure her with his tongue once again. Both of them moaned in pleasure as they brought each other to climax once more.<\/p>\n

“You were magnificent.” Margarita whispered as she buttoned her blouse. “In more ways than one.” Joe smiled. “As were you, Margarita. Let people see who you really are, not what they think you are. Let Luis have some control, and I think you’ll be happier for it.” Margarita nodded in agreement. “A leopard doesn’t change it’s spots so easily Joseph,” she said. “But I certainly will try.”<\/p>\n

Joe finished tucking his shirt into his pants, and shook the remaining hay out of his hair. “Well, I guess you should head back to the house first.” he said as he picked up Cochise’s saddle from the floor. “Yes, I guess I had enough time to cool down.” Margarita chuckled. She hugged Joe one last time before she opened the barn door, slamming it shut behind her. Joe smiled, knowing full well what was in store for the men back in the house. He turned to Cochise and gave her a pat before leading her to the stall. “Women,” he mumbled to himself. “Can never figure them out.”<\/p>\n

Thirty minutes later, Joe walked quietly into the house. He was about to head to the kitchen when he heard a voice call out from the Great Room. “Are you still in one piece little brother?” Adam asked. Joe walked to Adam and nodded. “Yep, still here brother.” he replied.<\/p>\n

“You poor bastard – innocently taking care of your horse and having that, that, shrew walk in!” Adam lamented. “What could she yell at you about for all that time?”<\/p>\n

“More than you could ever imagine Adam. Much more.” Joe said with a lopsided smile. Joe tapped his brother’s chair. “And on that note, big brother, I wish you a good night!” Adam watched and shook his head as his brother bounded up the stairs, thankful that Don Miguel and his family’s visit was coming to an end. However, from the look on his brother’s face, Adam wondered if Joe felt the same way….<\/p>\n

Of course he does, Adam chastised himself. After all, no one could find anything redeeming about Margarita. That shrew could never be tamed. Or could she?<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n

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Rated MA (2,500 words)<\/p>\n

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