by Alison Tyler
His heart hammered, just as it always did. He swallowed gently and stood up straight, just as he always did. But when she opened the door, everything was different.
“Not tonight,” she said, without any sign of regret. And then the door closed again.
Taken aback, he stood for some time, staring at the wood grain of her front door; not quite able to believe it. Steeling himself—finally—with something that was more desperate desire than real courage, he took hold of the door handle and turned. It wasn’t locked.
Uninvited and uncommanded he walked into her hallway. “What did you say?” he called, sounding far sharper than he meant to, than he would have dared to.
There was no reply. So he went to find one.
He found her in the study; in half dark. The only light in the room came from a small lamp on the desk, which was making a pool of light on her paperwork and sparkling glints in her hair and the rims of her spectacles.
She didn’t even look up. “I said ‘Not tonight.’ ” He could hear her gritted teeth. “It’s just not a good time.”
He stepped into the room and pushed the study door closed behind him. This place looked so ordinary, even in semidarkness, and yet this was the room she also used as his torture chamber. There was the corner where she would make him stand and face the wall, his trousers lowered so she could see the marks her cane had left. And under that covered table he knew there was a cage, which was too small and caused cramps in his long limbs and muscular shoulders. It was too dark to see the iron rings that she had had sunk into the walls months ago, high enough that if she manacled his wrists to them he would be forced up onto tiptoes.
In this room of all places, it was impossible for him to let it go. “But it’s Wednesday,” he said.
She still didn’t look up from her desk. “I know perfectly well what day of the week it is.”
“Sorry.” He creased his brow. He felt himself growing more petulant by the minute. It was all he could do not to stamp his foot. Stamp his foot or get down on his knees. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed and finally looked up at him. The light caught her face then, and he caught his breath. “Nothing, I’m just tired. I don’t have the energy tonight.” She did look tired.
He cocked his head and fixed his coyest expression. He lived for Wednesday nights. Work had been hell these last few months and he didn’t think he could bear to trudge back into London without some kind of tension release. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said, very gently. “I’ll wait on you. Please.”
“I said ‘No.’ ”
He swallowed and moved closer to the desk until he was near enough to rest his palms on the top. “But why? You know you want to.”
She held his gaze. “Don’t tell me what I want. You are really pushing your luck now.”
“Am I? What are you going to do about that?” He lifted one knee onto the desktop and lowered his gaze, deferent and needy and hard. Ready.
Her expression was unreadable. “Do you take me for some kind of fool? I told you. Now leave.”
“Make me,” he hissed, hoping that this banging heart wasn’t audible as he raised his other knee, and gingerly climbed up to kneel on her desk.
She fixed his gaze with flashing eyes as their faces drew level. “No.”
“You want to though, don’t you? Listen to how I’m talking to you.” He gulped quickly. “Surely you can’t let it go unpunished. You can’t tell me you don’t want to hear me scream right now.”
“Is that a fact?” And then, just as he thought he might have to give up, came a tiny half smile, just a flash that was thought better of, but a flash nonetheless. She was teasing back, even if she didn’t mean to, and he rose to the challenge.
“Oh you know it is. You really ought to beat me. You ought to beat me harder than you did last week. What you did to me last week was…” He paused while he searched for the perfect word. “Last week was amazing. Although I don’t know how I bore it. I was almost at my limit. The marks lasted for three days, you know. I could barely sit down. It’s a good job my boss wasn’t around to wonder why I was using the mantelpiece as a desk.”
He allowed himself a little internal smile as he saw her pupils dilate a little.
“Really?” Her voice had a little shake to it now. “You couldn’t sit at your desk?”
He knelt up on the desk and took hold of his collar, opening the top button, suggestively. “No, I couldn’t, I was far too sore.” He popped open another button. Then another.
“Well it’s a good job you like frustration,” she said, taking his hands and stopping him before he undid the fourth button, “because I have no intention of hurting you, tonight….”
Barely before she finished speaking he pushed her hands away from his shirt, leaning across the desk and placing a pale finger across her lips. “Because you’d rather be using me?” He punctuated the question with a flash of raised eyebrow and a slow smile. “Perhaps you’d prefer me on my knees tonight. Taking off your knickers with my teeth—because you know that my tongue works so much better if my wrists are bound behind my back. If I’m helpless as you tear at my hair and force me against you, raping my face until you are satisfied. Jerking your hips against me so I know for certain that you own me. That I know for certain I’m yours and I come all over the floor without even touching myself. Like the filthy bastard I am.”
She reached out and took his hand gently, pushing it away from her lips. “Well it seems you have even more of a talented tongue than I ever realized. I can’t imagine who taught you to talk like that, though. You must be getting out and about in the big city.”
“Oh no, I never go out. I stay at home every night and think of you. No one else has shaped my desire.”
“Really, well I must make a note to leave you ungagged next time we play so you can put that verbal talent to good use. But not tonight. You know you really do need to learn restraint.”
“Teach me about restraint then. If I’m bothering you, you know how you can stop me. Tie me up out of your way, chain me to the bed, lock me in your broom cupboard, strip me and cage me and leave me until morning. Make me an object. Make me your property. Own me. Oh God, please.”
There was a breathless pause, and when she spoke again her voice was very low. “You know, you don’t need to do this to make me want you.”
He blinked, but continued his pleading, his voice cracking now with desperation and desire. “You don’t have to tie me then. I don’t need ropes or chains or bars to obey, give me the order and I’ll face the wall until morning. Please. I don’t need to come, I don’t even need to touch you, but please. I just need you to own me.”
She stared at him, a distant look in her eyes.
“I’ll do anything. Anything you want. No safeword.”
She held up both her hands. “Stop, please. It’s not you. You’ve done nothing wrong. Do you think I’m tired of you? I could never grow tired of you. I need to…” She trailed off. “Just not tonight.”
He stared at her. He tried to do that intense look that she seemed to find so easy, and he said again, “Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Then go home.”
WANDERING WHERE LED
MICHELLE HOUSTON
KAROLYN GAVE A QUICK JERK to the reins, drawing Wandering Scotsman to a stop as her host walked toward her, arms wide. “Karolyn, bella!” He kissed her cheeks and stepped back, holding her hands in his. “I’m so delighted you decided to grace us with your presence, and with your prized stallion.”
Behind her, the stallion snorted and tossed his head, shaking his red mane at the attention. Smothering her smirk at his antics, she gave another tug to his reins to show her disapproval. Ian, or the Wandering Scotsman as he was called when in full regalia, neighed softly in response, acknowledging the silent chastening.
“So, where is the mare you wanted my Scotsman to cover?”
Her fell
ow Dominant dropped her hands and motioned to one of the stable attendants waiting behind him. The naked woman’s leather heels tapped on the hardwood floor as she moved deeper into Aaron’s stable. Hardcore into pony play, he had built the special stable on his property and routinely had anywhere from twenty to forty Dominants and subs running around, acting out their own fantasies. The curious, those who were tempted but uncertain, were able to play the role of attendants, performing menial, and often sexual, tasks requested of them.
Karolyn often wondered if some of the ponies actually slept in their stalls, as some had lavish beds and others simply contained padded tables and benches.
“Actually, ma chère, it’s Daddy’s Toy I want him to mount.” The attendant returned, leading a young male, his long blond hair carefully braided and tied back, revealing striking features. “He’s been fighting the bit, not adjusting as quickly as I would prefer. I want him to truly get the full experience.”
Karolyn’s breath caught at the idea. She had allowed Ian to mount, and thanks to strap-on be mounted by, several other submissives—all mares. As far as she knew, he had never been with another man, but the idea intrigued her. From the silence behind her, she knew he was considering the idea as well. He would have whinnied or shifted away if the idea repulsed him. As her gaze trailed over the approaching stallion, she could see the appeal. Daddy’s Toy barely stood as tall as his attendant, who couldn’t be more than five-eight, with delicate features.
When the stallion reached them, Aaron took the lead from the attendant and dismissed her back to her corner. “So, bella, what do you think?”
Karolyn shrugged, trying to be nonchalant when inside she was trembling with excitement. “If Daddy’s Toy accepts him, then I have no problem with the arrangement.” They both looked at the blond stallion. His nostrils were flared, and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement as they traced over Ian’s muscular frame.
She knew what he saw had to be tempting. Ian’s long red hair, creamy skin, and athletic body turned many heads wherever they went.
Aaron led his stallion to the stall, and Karolyn followed at a slower pace, leading her Wandering Scotsman, giving him time to prepare himself mentally. As they watched, Aaron guided Daddy’s Toy right up to a small padded table that stood chest high on him. Another attendant stepped into the room, his cock hard and colored a dusky red thanks to a cock ring. As Karolyn led her Scotsman further into the room, the attendant drew a step stool out of a cabinet and placed it at the base of the table, then grasped Daddy’s Toy’s lead.
With a click of his tongue, he coaxed the stallion onto the stool and leaned him over the padded table. Behind Karolyn, Ian started shifting from foot to foot. Reaching back, she grasped his cock and found it hard, his balls tight against his body. Her pussy clenched at the knowledge that he was as turned on by the idea of his covering another male as she was of allowing it to happen.
When the attendant finished lubricating the blond pony’s anus, he turned to Karolyn. “Mistress, do you wish me to ring his cock?”
After giving her Scotsman’s cock a squeeze, she nodded. The man dropped to his knees before Ian and pulled his cock into his mouth. After giving a few quick sucks, he pulled back and slipped the ring up Ian’s cock. Almost immediately, his cock swelled, the veins popping out, the flesh turning a dark, angry red.
Reaching up, she unbuckled Ian’s harness and pulled the bit from his mouth. She raised up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, then thrust her tongue into his mouth. Moving closer, she pressed her chest against him, even as she was aware of the attendant still kneeling at his feet, the back of his bald head trapped between their groins.
As she pulled back, she saw a familiar glazed look in Ian’s eyes. Patting his cheek, she let him go. “Enjoy yourself,” she whispered. Ian smiled and moved to stand behind the other stallion. Slowly, he ran his hands over the blond’s legs and back, stroking softly and soothingly, until Daddy’s Toy moaned in response.
Aaron moved to stand by his stallion’s head and cupped his chin in his hands. When the attendant at her feet moved to stand, Karolyn lightly placed a hand over his shoulder and held him in place. If he really wanted to, he could have stood, but he sank back down. Idly, she stroked her fingertips over his shoulder as she watched her lover make his move.
Unlike Ian’s tail, which was attached to a butt plug firmly planted in his ass, Daddy’s Toy’s tail was attached to a slender belt that encircled his hips. Ian shifted the blond’s tail out of his way and grasping his cock in his hand, pressed it against the Toy’s greased hole and thrust forward. Karolyn watched, breath held, as his cock disappeared inch by inch.
Her eyes widened as Aaron unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Daddy’s Toy eagerly accepted it, slurping on it loudly as Ian started thrusting into his ass. Groans from all three men filled the room, sending a shiver through her body. Still stroking the attendant’s shoulder, she pulled her skirt up, baring her pussy. The bald attendant buried his face against her pussy, his tongue stroking the seam of her pussy lips.
Karolyn dug her fingernails into the back of his head, grinding her pussy against his face. Her gaze locked on the action across the room, she widened her stance, allowing the attendant greater access. Almost immediately, his tongue thrust into her pussy, further exciting her.
The sway of the horse tail hanging from between Ian’s clenched cheeks captured her attention. As he thrust into the blond’s ass, his tail responded to the movements, swaying and jerking upright, almost like a horse in a trot. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the heady scent of male sweat and arousal.
Tightening her grip on the attendant’s head, she slid her other hand between them to manipulate her clit. His nose brushed her knuckles as she plucked the tiny bud, increasing her own pleasure.
A loud moan drew her attention to Aaron in time to see him pull back and come. Karolyn’s pussy clenched in response to the sight. The attendant was good with his tongue, but she suddenly craved a hard dick filling her.
Aaron leaned down, whispering to his stallion. Ian groaned and moments later, Daddy’s Toy came, his milky cream splattering on the floor and the side of the table.
Out of nowhere, three more attendants silently entered the room. One moved to Aaron and knelt before him, sucking the Dominant’s cock. Another freed Daddy’s Toy and licked the still trickling come from his cock and then his face, while the third coaxed Wandering Scotsman away from the other stallion, stroking a moist cloth over his straining cock.
Karolyn could see the veins standing out in sharp contrast to his purplish-red skin. His gaze met hers. It was full of hunger for more and he silently pleaded for relief. While he watched, she ground her pussy against the attendant’s face and climaxed, coating the bald man’s face with her cream.
But rather than take the edge off, it only heightened her need. She grasped a handful of Ian’s mane and led him out of the stall and into the empty one next door,
Kicking the door shut, she turned to face him. “Take off the ring,” she demanded as she lifted her skirt again and moved to lean over the table. The leather felt cool and slick against her heated skin and bare pubic mound.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she found that Ian had obeyed and the ring was lying at his feet. She reached between her legs and parted her pussy lips with her fingers, demanding that he come closer.
Hesitantly, he complied, a questioning look in his eyes. They were both in foreign territory—had been ever since they arrived. Karolyn had never opened herself for him before, never assumed any kind of submissive stance.
“Mount me,” she ground out, her pussy clutching in need. “Now, Wandering Scotsman, that was an order, not a fucking request.”
The warm slide of his cock against her pussy felt so delicious she almost purred. As his head pushed into her core, the urge to purr turned into a soft scream at the intensity of the sensation.
He pounded into her, his body bent over her, his teeth nipping at her neck lik
e a stallion would when mounting a mare. Struggling for control of the situation, she managed to command, “Don’t come until I give you permission,” before the ability to speak left her.
He was a stallion in rut, his body pressing her down into the padded table, holding her immobile as he savaged her. She shivered as his tail brushed the backs of her legs. With a gasp, she climaxed, her body undulating beneath him. She could hear Ian’s harsh breath in her ears as he fought his own orgasm.
The image of the blond impaled on her lover’s cock, rosy anus spread so deliciously for his girth, filled her mind. “My ass,” she gasped, her pussy still gripping his cock from the intensity of her orgasm. “Fuck my ass.”
Watching Wandering Scotsman cover mares had never excited her as much as seeing him with Daddy’s Toy. Even when he had ridden Aaron’s little Asian mare, Jade Empress, that hadn’t turned her on as much. And then, she had whipped him while he did it, giving him a lash stroke for each thrust until she couldn’t keep up with his rapid pace.
Ian shifted behind her and she felt his cockhead press against her. Instinctively, she clenched as he pressed forward, then hissed at the sting. She relaxed as she exhaled, and pushed back against him. It took some time, and tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes before he was fully seated. They were both panting from the exertions. As he began a thrusting motion, she buried three fingers in her pussy and rolled her thumb over her clit. With her other hand, she reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair.
He pounded into her, slamming her against the table, and she loved it. Moaning and screaming, whimpering and gasping, she thrilled in the animalistic rutting until her orgasm rushed up. Her pussy clenched tight on her fingers. With her last coherent thought, she told Ian, “Come when I do,” then gave in to the sensations. Euphoria crashed over her as her body was wracked with the intensity of her climax. Dimly, she was aware of Ian’s groan, then the moist heat of his come flooding her ass.
She sought to regain control of her breathing. As soon as she could think again, she opened her eyes and turned her head. In the mirror on the wall, she could see Ian hunched over her, his body trembling as the last traces of his orgasm rushed through him.