To her credit, she considered it briefly. “Nah. My dad calls me that.”
“Sparkles?”
She rejected that one immediately. “Nothing cliché.”
“The Horse With No Name.”
She laughed, which only encouraged him.
“A Woman called Horse.”
“I’m a pony, you nut.”
“My Little Pony? Ride a Wild Pony? Pony Express? Smack the Pony? Ponygirl?”
Just to see what he would come up with next, she said, “Are you going to change my name when I earn my horn and become a beautiful unicorn?”
“That’s it. I’ll just call you Beautiful. It fits for the woman, the pony, and the unicorn. And then I can tell people that my pony is the beautiful one.”
She couldn’t argue with that logic, and she liked the way it sounded rolling from his tongue. “So, what do you have planned for today?”
The trail was wide enough for them to walk side by side. He gave her a sly, sideways glance. “Hiking. There’s food in the packs. And some other things you might find interesting and fun.”
She loved his playful mood. “Like?”
“Oh, you know. Stuff I’m not going to tell you about, but if you’re a very good girl, I’ll show you later.”
She heaved a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes. “Another blowjob?”
He cupped his hand on her ass and gave a squeeze. “As if you don’t like giving head.”
Before meeting her Doms, it hadn’t been on her list of favorite pastimes, but now there was something about having them in her hands and mouth that filled her with pleasure. She threw a cheeky smile in his direction, and he stopped.
“Jungle sex?”
He shook his head and pursed his lips, looking around at the foliage. At least, she hoped he was enjoying the view because if he was lost, they were screwed. They’d turned down several forks, and he’d kept her distracted enough so that she had been paying attention to him instead of where they were going.
Asking a man if he was lost tended to be a tricky proposition. Alexei prided himself on his sense of direction, and she didn’t want to do a hatchet job on his ego. It was big, but she liked his big parts a lot.
He pointed at a narrow opening between plants that didn’t look like much of anything. “This way.” He headed off down the skinny path.
“Lex?” She was determined to be kind. “Where are we going?”
He stopped and looked back at her, his eyebrows lifted haughtily. “We’re not lost.”
Without another word, she followed him down the path and hoped Stefano didn’t end up having to send out a search party when night fell and they didn’t return.
“Jungle sex,” he said, picking up the strand of their conversation. “Yes, but not until we get where we’re going. In the meantime, you’re going to tell me why you’ve been here for over a week and you haven’t set up a studio anywhere.”
She didn’t have a good answer for that. “Lots of reasons. It took a few days to get settled. I was upset when you didn’t come down on Friday. And now you’re here. I don’t paint much when you or Stef are around.”
The path was almost too narrow for one person, so they couldn’t walk side by side. He glanced back at her. “So your recent artistic strides have been due to the fact that we haven’t been home?”
When he put it that way, then his absence had been a bonus. “It’s not worth it, Lex. I’d rather have you home and only work a few hours a day.” Or not at all for long stretches of time. “Being lonely or upset doesn’t make me more productive. It makes me sad.”
“If you move here, you’re going to be lonely a lot. We can’t work effectively from here all the time.”
Asking him or Stef to give up their business was not something she’d considered at all. Clearly, Lex had. “I don’t expect you to be here all the time. I don’t expect you to be anywhere all the time.”
He stopped and turned, and his dark blue eyes were clouded with regret. “You have the right to expect us to be with you or available to you most of the time. We’ve really let you down, Samantha, and that stops now, but we’ll need your cooperation. When we leave next week, you have to come with us.”
She shivered at the fierce expression on his face. He was mostly upset with himself, but he wasn’t totally pleased with her behavior either. “Leave a tropical paradise and head to New York in the winter? That’s love, Alexei.”
“Then it’s settled.” He smiled. “We’re close. Listen.”
She opened her senses to nature, and in the distance she heard a gentle roar of water. Jonas had raved about the inland scenery and the horse riding excursion. “Waterfall?”
“A small one. This island has several. The larger one is the one tourists get to see. This smaller one is too secluded, and bringing all those people here would ruin the beauty of the place.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky grin. “A private paradise for my Beautiful submissive.”
Her heart thundered in her chest. All the flirting and banter was about to come to a head. Suddenly she knew what special toys he’d packed. She lowered her gaze and basked in his adoration.
He tilted her head back and brushed his lips over hers. “Come on, honey. We’re close.”
Ten minutes later, the narrow footpath ended at a small clearing. Large boulders, some scraped flat by a continual flow of water, lined the falls and the small pool that had formed at the bottom. The sunlight that had been filtered by the trees came through full force.
Samantha ran across short distance to the pool. It was clear enough to see the small aquatic creatures in the shady parts on the bottom. She set the backpack down and shucked her clothes. “Last one in has to give oral.” She jumped into the water. It was cool and refreshing, especially after their long hike. “Oh, Lex. This is heavenly.”
He stood on the rock above her. He’d removed his pack, but he hadn’t stripped.
She floated on her back, displaying everything he was missing out on. He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the rock where she’d put her shirt and shorts. His shorts and boxers joined the pile, and he dove in. She watched his strong form streamline in her direction, and she still squealed when he came up underneath her.
They played, laughing and splashing, but Lex was on the hunt and she was the prey. The small pool didn’t provide much room for fleeing, so the chase only went on until Lex decided to seize her.
With one arm banded around her waist, he took her to the shallow part and lifted her onto a flat rock. He kissed her breathless, and then he worked his way down her body, licking and biting droplets from her skin. She ran her hands over his back and shoulders. Sunlight glistened from the water on his dark hair, giving it a magical glow.
He parted her legs and knelt in the pool. His face was level with her pussy, and she throbbed from his nearness. He ran his thumb along the edge of her labia, and then he stretched her nether lips wide. She felt his hot breath, and she shivered in anticipation. Lex began gently exploring with his tongue and caressing with his fingertips. Soon she sighed in ecstasy, and he picked up the pace. He licked and sucked, taking her up the slope slowly. The sound of water flowing and crashing magnified, and colors became move vivid. She focused on a pretty tropical flower that burst with red-and-orange petals.
A magnificent lover, Lex knew when she was close. She opened her mouth to ask for permission to come, but he pulled away. She watched, hoping he wasn’t finished with her, as he stood up and fisted his cock.
“Touch your clit,” he said in that special Dom tone he whipped out, another weapon in his seduction arsenal. “Nothing else. Don’t come.”
Oh, lordy. It was going to be one of those days. Lex was in one of those sadistic moods in which he liked to keep her on edge for a long time. He made the effort and discipline worthwhile, and she loved when he challenged her. She concentrated on keeping her pleasure at manageable levels. His lazy smile said that he knew what she was doing, and she would pay for going
easy on herself.
Knowing he would take it into account later, she changed the tempo, rubbing faster and pressing harder. As she struggled not to come, he climaxed all over her inner thigh.
“Please,” she breathed.
“No.”
“Then please let me stop.”
Chest heaving from his exertion, he regarded her for a few seconds more. They were the longest few seconds of her life. Finally he spoke. “Stop.”
She sagged back in relief, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the feel of the rock under her back. It wasn’t comfortable, and that helped.
He tugged at her ankle. “Come on, beautiful one. Let’s get lunch and talk about being a pony.”
The backpack he’d been carrying contained a picnic lunch of sandwiches, fruit, and water. Samantha helped Lex spread a blanket over a flat, grassy area. He handed her a wrapped sandwich and set out the plastic bowls so they could share the fruit.
She drank half her water before tearing into her sandwich. It might have been turkey or chicken, but she was too hungry to figure out which bird it used to be. Physical exertion made her hungry, but so did the frustration of being denied orgasm.
Lex must have been just as hungry because he didn’t say a word until his sandwich was gone. He popped the lid to the blueberries and scooped out a handful. “I figured we would start small. I’m going to teach you how to follow a lead. Then I thought we’d do some grooming.”
She’d thought for sure he’d go straight to breeding. After their swim, she’d hoped for that kind of play.
“Don’t look at me like that. There are a shit ton of rules. I have very little riding experience, and you have a sum total of two weeks at a horse camp when you were a teenager.”
It had been one of the best camp experiences her parents had funded, and the summer after eighth grade had been the only time she’d been free to take that kind of time off. She snagged a blueberry from his hand and held it to his lips. Goodness, but he had luscious lips. She wanted to nibble on the lower one.
“Lex, we’ve been together for four years. Surely we know one another’s limits pretty well. I think we can go a little farther than that.”
He shook his head. “This is a first for me and for you. We’re going to go slowly. Stef and I both acknowledge that we went too fast introducing you to BDSM. I’m not going to make the same mistake again.”
That line of reasoning could buy him a lot of rope. She couldn’t argue with it, not when he had her best interests in mind. She nodded her acceptance of his ruling and fed him another blueberry.
“Once you’re in pony mode, you can’t speak unless it’s to use your safe word. You’ll be an upright pony to walk, but any other time, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I didn’t bring hoof boots or anything that would cover your face, mouth, or eyes. I think that’s something we can work our way toward. And since you’re such a masochist, I’m going to use the crop to train you. Aside from the pony play parts, I won’t do anything I haven’t done before. Afterward we can discuss the scene. Questions?”
She shook her head. As always, Alexei was thorough. “When did you want to start?”
“Play starts whenever I use your pony name, Beautiful One.”
That wasn’t quite what he’d called her before, but she wasn’t going to be picky. He obviously wanted to get started. She shifted until she was on all fours. Neither of them had put on clothes after their swim, so they were both naked.
Her pony senses made her want to nip at his manhood, but her better sense prevailed. He wanted to train her to master the basics, and he probably wouldn’t look too kindly on having to punish her right away. She reserved the right to misbehave at a later time.
As if he could read her mind, he went to where they’d dropped their clothes and fished through the pile for his shorts. He didn’t put on his shirt, which made her happy because she liked looking at his sexy chest. She whinnied in appreciation.
He grabbed the pack she’d carried and returned to her. Kneeling down, he unzipped the pack. She was anxious to see the contents. He pulled out several clear plastic storage bags and tossed them down on the ground near her hands. They were tails. One had a metal plug. Another had a glass plug. Both of those had a spade-shaped knob that narrowed to a thinner shaft. The third bag had a longer, tapered silicone plug. It was the kind she was used to wearing whenever the mood struck Lex or Stef.
“Pick the one you want to try first.”
She took a closer look. The tails attached to each plug were all long and thick, and they more or less matched her hair, so the decision came down to which type of plug she wanted to try. Figuring he’d want to have sex eventually, she chose the more streamlined one. The ones with the rounder end looked like they’d hurt—her or him—if they decided to get frisky.
She pawed at that one. He snagged it and, keeping a hand on her at all times, disappeared behind her. A little lube and it went in smoothly.
“Swish your tail, Beautiful One.”
She wiggled her butt. The tail moved against the back of her thighs, but not in a swishing motion.
“Go slower and use bigger movements.”
It took some practice, but she did get it to swish to his satisfaction. She wondered if she could learn to flick it. That would probably require more muscle control than she had in that area.
“Great job.” He patted her ass and fed her blueberries from his hand, but not the sensual way she’d fed him. She wanted to make a joke about how he had her eating from his palm, but she was determined not to ruin their first experience with brattiness.
He stroked his other hand through her hair—mane?—as she ate her treat. Curiously, the way he touched her took her to a calm headspace where she felt the need for thinking and analyzing slip away. She was in the moment and nowhere else, and that feeling of freedom sent her soaring.
Next he put away the unused plugs and took out another piece of equipment. She recognized a bit, though it was wavy instead of smooth. Crouching next to her, he held it against her lips, forcing her to open her mouth to accept the bit.
“Good girl.” He petted her again, extending his caress down her back and to her flank. As he buckled the leather straps of the bridle, he whispered, “You’re mine, Beautiful One. I’m your Master. I own you. When you’re good, you’ll earn rewards. When you’re bad—and I see you trying very hard not to be bad—I will discipline you. And I will enjoy it, Beautiful One, every bit of it.”
He tested the snug fit of the bridle and bit, even sticking his fingers into her mouth, until he was satisfied with both the comfort of the equipment and the depth of her submission. Surprisingly, Samantha felt herself achieve a level of submission that usually had to be coaxed out of her with a flogger and multiple orgasms.
She tried to whinny, but it didn’t come out as proud or coherent as her previous one had. The bit caused some of her difficulty, but the rest was caused by the fuzziness descending over her brain. She nuzzled her head against the nearest parts of him, his arm and his thigh.
“That’s my girl.” He stroked her mane. “Let’s get you groomed. You’ll like this.”
He pulled a rubber curry comb from the bag. She eyed it speculatively, hoping to hell he didn’t use it on her hair. Her worries were put to rest when he gathered her mane in his hands and dropped it all over her opposite shoulder. He rubbed the curry comb in small circles over her skin, starting at her neck and working his way down to her toes. This kind of touching made her wet, but he ignored the parts of her that would have led her to orgasmic bliss.
Next he used a brush. It had stiffer bristles that created a scratchy feeling. He used a light enough pressure so that it gave her gooseflesh. Then he used a soft brush that felt like silk against her sensitized skin. By the time he got to her feet, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be mounted or take a nap.
The last brush he used was her hairbrush. He must have swiped it from her bathroom before they left that morning. He sat cross-leg
ged on the blanket next to her and removed her bridle and bit. He took his time working the brush through her damp, tangled mane.
The only sounds were the rush of the waterfall and the shick of the brush through her hair. Samantha heard several contented moans before it registered that they were coming from her. Lex chuckled. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her face.
“Damn, but you are beautiful.”
Forgetting her place, she opened her mouth to respond, but he was one step ahead of her. He put his finger over her lips.
“I’m going to hobble you now, Beautiful One. Something as special as you should be bred vigorously and often.”
A shiver went through her at his pronouncement. The final pieces of equipment in the bag were familiar to her. He buckled leather cuffs around her wrists and thighs, and then he attached them to adjustable spreader bars. She felt him kneeling behind her. His bare thigh brushed against hers, and the tip of his cock pressed into the fleshy part of her ass as he leaned forward, covering her with his body.
“Stallions can get rough, Beautiful One. They’re known for biting and probably hair pulling.”
So was Alexei. His bites were sensual and usually perfectly timed to push her higher. She was too needy to attempt a response other than tossing her head so that the ends of her mane sailed through the air to settle on her back.
He lifted her tail out of the way, and she felt the girth of his head stretching her hot, swollen lips. He slid all the way in, pushing her lower back down to tilt her so that he could go deeper. Then he pulled out, tangled one fist in her mane, and slammed home. He set a frantic rhythm, forcing her to a quick climax, but he didn’t stop. That first one was meant to start her off.
When Alexei had referred to himself as a stallion, she’d known he’d meant it two ways. He had amazing stamina, and he was also playing the part. He groaned as he pulled her up by her hair so that her hands lifted from the ground, and he bit into the sensitive part where her shoulder met her neck. His other hand came around and caressed her breasts. He played with her nipples, rolling them to stiff peaks, and then he let her down so that she was once again on all fours.
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