Chapter 8

Forgetting the hoofed gloves I wore, I moved

a hand down to stroke myself—I was near release, I needed it—but

Phillip slapped it away. I hung my head, the desire in me so sharp

that it almost hurt. Phillip gave a gentle pull on the reins, just

enough to remind me that he was in charge, and then he wrapped his

own hand around my erection. As he rode me, he thumbed over the

slit at my cock head. In gratitude, I whimpered and fucked into his

hand.

I felt him lean down over me, his breath

tickling behind my ear as he whispered, “Don’t come until I tell

you.” I shook my head as I ground back into him, trying to find

release, and I heard him laugh behind me, a deep, throaty laugh

that could give me wet dreams. Like an expert horseman, Phillip

shifted against me and his angle changed. Each new thrust drove

into me, hard and sweet. My body was on fire. I felt him pounding

through me into my very soul—I could taste him in the back of my

mouth and I wanted more. With each movement, my leather bonds

tightened against sweat-slicked skin. When he slapped my ass,

urging me onward, faster, on, I moaned to keep up with him.

Hadn’t I once thought I would I hate this? Why hadn’t I ever tried

it out before?

Another slap, this one stinging my already

overworked ass, and I could tell he was close. I bucked into his

hand and came in ropy spurts that drained me of

energy. Phillip stayed inside me and I clenched around him,

holding him in—I never wanted him to leave. As my muscles bunched

around him, I felt him come, hard and fast inside me, with a grunt

of pleasure that made me proud that I brought him to that, me. I

felt my mouth try to pull into a stupid grin and was glad for the

bit that held it back. I wanted to hear that grunt again. I wanted

to please him again.

When he pulled out of me, I felt the loss of

him as a physical rip in my soul. My entire body seemed to fold

into itself, hollow without him in me. My knees and arms buckled,

dumping me to the ground. I felt cold, alone, empty.

Suddenly Phillip was there, covering my body

with his. His lips were soft against the back of my neck. “Good

pony,” he purred. One hand stroked my head, his fingers mussing my

hair, as the other rubbed my stomach, smeared with my own juices. I

wanted to lie like this forever, be this close to him, never let

him go.

After a while, he unsnapped my gloves,

removing the hooves. I kept still as he unsnapped the boots, as

well. Then he removed the bit and turned my face towards his. Our

lips met in a sweet crush and tentatively, I touched his smooth

chin. As our kiss deepened, my hands trailed down his throat and

over the leather vest he wore, rubbing at the hard nipples hidden

beneath. I ventured lower as I licked into him, my fingers at his

waist now, brushing through kinked hair to find him already

hardening again. Before I could take him in hand, though, he caught

my wrist and smiled into our kiss. “Not yet,” he sighed.

I pulled away, confused and a little hurt,

but he kissed me again, hard, demanding. His lips covered mine as

if he owned me. “Don’t worry,” he assured me. “I’ll tell you

when.”

The promise in his words followed us as, hand

in hand, he led me back to the tack room for my clothes.

* * * *

Later I found Sean in the vendor hall. He

wore a pony outfit similar to the one I had recently changed out

of. His arms were hobbled behind his back and his reins were loose

in the hands of a Papa Bear. Literally—the man wore a dingy bear

suit that might’ve been a school mascot costume in a previous life.

The face that peered out from the bear’s mouth was just Sean’s

type: older, bearded, a mountain of a man. I approached them,

remembered where I was, and turned to the bear for permission. “I

need to talk to my friend,” I told him, pointing at Sean. “Two

minutes, that’s all.”

The bear sized me up. “Weren’t you the one

who got horse-whipped earlier today?” I shifted uncomfortably and

the man shook Sean’s reins. “Two minutes.”

I led Sean a little ways off. Before I said a

word, he laughed. “That was you?” he wanted to know.

“Shut up,” I told him. I looked around the

room before I spotted Phillip, waiting for me by the exit. Quickly

I said, “Listen, I’m gonna get out of here. I sort of met

someone…”

Sean turned around, eyes searching. “Who is

it?” He must’ve seen Phillip wave, because he laughed again.

“Phillip Ross! I knew it! He’s the one I told you about.”

“You didn’t mention anyone specific,” I

reminded him.

“I meanthim,” Sean said. “Phillip’s

just up your alley, isn’t he? I knew you two would hook up. But you

know he’s into this stuff all the time, right? No plain-Jane sex

with him, I’ve heard. Very kinky.”

“Whatever he wants,” I assured him. My body

still hummed from our earlier tryst.

With his shoulder, Sean nudged me. “Who

would’ve thought you’d turn out to be such a sub after all? Aren’t

you glad I brought you now?”

I didn’t answer. As Sean’s bear-clad friend

started towards us, I ducked into the thinning crowd and headed for

Phillip. I still wasn’t completely into the whole bondage scene

but, for this guy, I was willing to give it a go. One good thing

about pony play…with that bit in my mouth, I wouldn’t have to call

him Master