Chapter 7

With more lotion he rubbed my back again,

following the arch of my spine to the belt at my waist. He

unsnapped the jock and it fell away two seconds before his strong

hands found my buttocks. Kneading my ass, he dug into the meaty

flesh and lifted my cheeks, separated them, spread them wide.

Fingers rimmed my hole, then trailed lower to explore the soft skin

behind my balls. His fingertips barely touched me, glancing over my

scrotum like feathers and just as maddening. My arms shook at the

faint touch, and I had to lock my elbows to keep myself from

collapsing in a quiver. Fuck me,I wanted to scream, but the

bit silenced me. Combined with the tight straps across my trembling

body and the blinders that prevented me from seeing Phillip, even

from the corner of my eye, the bit heightened the moment for me,

made it seem more real. So thiswas what Sean got out of

bondage. Sweet Jesus

The feelings his hands created in me were

incredible, but it was more than that. I felt as if he held me in

his palms, and my pleasure was his to control. Total submission—I

started to get it now. Even if I wanted to say something, tell him

what to do, how to turn me on, I couldn’t. I was his. I couldn’t

beg for more, couldn’t even seehim. All I could do was give

into him completely, enjoy the sensations he created in me. My body

spoke where I could not, soft whimpers escaping the back of my

throat. Don’t stop,I begged silently, knowing full well

that if he did, there wasn’t a damn thing I would be able to do

about it. That made his attentions all the more powerful because he

chose to keep stroking me, rubbing me, me. I closed my eyes

and focused on his hands on my body, my belly, my back. I arched

into him, my ass in the air as if begging for more. I was his

little pony boy and, right now, that was all I wanted to be—so long

as he never stopped touching me.

I barely heard Phillip’s zipper over the low

sounds escaping my throat, but suddenly his hard cock slid below my

ass. With one hand, he massaged my balls around the head of his

shaft and humped into me. “Good pony,” he whispered, leaning

against me to stroke up my erection and then down again to his

own.

Spreading my knees wider, I lowered myself

and hoped he’d take the hint. I was ready for him. But with a

little laugh, he murmured, “Aren’t we an anxious little pony?” I

moaned at his words—needing, wantinghim in me,

please. His hands found my hips and raised them back into

position. “Not yet,” he said. “Wait for me.”

I wanted to protest but his dick rubbed

against mine, his hands kneaded my ass, and what if any sound of

complaint ended this? I tried to lose myself again to the

feelings. It wasn’t hard. I thought I might come from his

finger gently running along the crack of my ass alone.

Rimming my puckered hole, he eased one finger

inside and asked, “Can I get a ride?”

Couldhe? I almost fell over myself

lowering my elbows to the floor to raise my ass as an invitation.

The fake horse tail I wore spilled down my back. Lathering lotion

onto his cock, Phillip spread my ass wide again and held my cheeks

open as he slid his thick length inside. Finally. Thiswas

what I wanted—these hard thrusts, these hands working me to

release.

He eased fully into me and every inch of me

trembled beneath him. I moaned through the bit, biting down hard on

it as he pulled out, his movements so mind-numbingly slow

that I wanted to weep. He slid out until just the tip of his dick

remained inside me and I almost panicked…he couldn’t be done, could

he? Please no,I begged. I tried to rock back, get him into

me again, but he moved away, keeping that distance between us. My

body quivered from the end of his shaft like a drop of water,

dangling from a faucet, just about to fall…

Then he pushed back into me, filling me

completely, and began to ride me in earnest. I choked back a sob as

the pinch and burn of entry became the glorious feel of his slick

cock pumping into me. With one hand, he scooped up my reins

and tugged at them, pulling my head back with each thrust. I needed

this, I needed him. I was truly a pony, ridden hard by

the gorgeous man behind me. My control was gone, my body no longer

mine. Between my legs, my dick throbbed in time with my racing

heart.