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His Mistress apparently only wanted him uncomfortable in the right ways, however. The mattress dipped as she put a knee onto it. The phallus strapped to her bobbed against his cheek. He could smell her pussy and it eased his tension to know how aroused she was already. As soon as she slid pillows beneath his head he exhaled, the strain on his neck and back muscles easing.
Other things didn't ease, however. If she'd bound his arms above his head, he would have felt less vulnerable, but now here he was. Every muscle in his body was strained from the awkward position, his ass canted up.
One slim finger traced the seam of his mouth, drawing him out of his head. "I gave a lot of thought to how I would do this. I saw pictures of stallions, like your Midnight--"
'Gelding," he corrected in a hoarse voice.
"Excuse me?"
"Midnight is a gelding. That means he's been castrated."
"Well, you can be sure that won't be happening here."
"Damn straight on that."
She chuckled. "As I was explaining, I saw horses restrained for grooming and other things. I thought about putting a halter on you and I may do that one of these days. Stand you up and secure the halter with two ropes. Stretch out your arms and legs. I would have done it tonight, right there in the barn, but I wasn't sure you wanted to put on a show for any of your hands who might be around."
He snorted. "Damn straight about that too."
She kissed his cheek. "My purpose is not to humiliate you, cowboy. Whatever I order you to do is for my pleasure and to ensure you know who is in charge."
"I always know that. Now." He did, tough as it might be sometime. But he had totally lost the ability or desire to argue with her or object to whatever she might want, at least right now.
"Open your mouth, Quinn, and bite down. I've gagged my bed partners before, but I thought you would prefer something more, well, cowboy."
"What bed partners?"
"Casual things, subs for the night in clubs and things like that. No one like you. No one I wanted to keep."
That mollified him, even as other things did a slow flip in his stomach. He felt the cool metal of the bit press against his lips and realized she'd been cleaning it in the bathroom for this. Though he insisted on his men cleaning their tack as thoroughly as if they might eat off it, he appreciated her consideration.
As it stretched his mouth, making his balls tighten and cock leak onto the bed, she tied the leather laces from each end behind his head with the blindfold knot.
She trailed her tongue over his parted lips, first the top then the bottom. "I think we're ready."
The mattress shifted as she slid off and her fingers followed the outline of his extended arm and bent leg as she moved to the foot of the bed. Some kind of rough material slid beneath his widespread legs.
"A towel," she explained. "We want to protect these nice bedclothes."
As her fingers slipped between his thighs to capture his cock, stroking it lightly from root to tip, he prayed that he could last as long as she wanted him to.
"What is it you wish to do more than anything, Quinn?" Her voice had a sultry lilt to it. "Speak aloud. I love hearing you try to talk around the bit."
"Give my Mistress pleasure," he managed. "Always my Mistress."
"Very good." Her grip on his cock tightened and her strokes grew bolder. "Perhaps I should make you come like this and wait until later to take your ass. Leave you like this for a while."
Jesus. Fuck. Damn.
He ground his teeth.
I heard that, but I won't punish you. Not this time. Take a deep breath and let it out.
As he did so, her hands separated the cheeks of his ass and the tip of the strap-on pressed against his opening. With the added lube, it slid smoothly against his flesh.
"More deep breaths," she instructed.
He drew in another one, eased it out and closed his teeth down on the bit as she pushed the dildo into his rectum, one inch at a time. He found the breathing helped him to relax, at least as much as was possible considering the phallus invading his ass. His sphincter muscle clamped against the intrusion but Selene reached beneath him for his balls again and caressed them. The stimulation and the breathing made his body ease its resistance and the strap-on penetrated farther.
With one hand on a buttock cheek and the other still fondling him, she pressed forward. The muscle released and the dildo slid farther into his rectum until at last it was all the way in. Jesus God. He'd never felt anything like it. She withdrew and eased back, then pushed forward again. The rhythm she set was driving his body toward a climax yet was barely enough to get him there.
Selene moved her hand to his cock, her touch sending powerful electricity sizzling through him. He knew he was hard enough to drive fence posts and his balls ached with need. Splayed out as he was, he had no power to control the movements of his body and he yanked at the ropes restraining him in frustration.
"Easy," she soothed. "I don't want to rush this."
Yes, rush it, he wanted to tell her. The smooth glide in and out of his ass lit up the nerves in that sensitive skin, especially each time it dragged over that sensitive gland. He had never imagined he'd enjoy something like this but the dark pleasure of it shocked him.
Her thighs slapped against him with each move forward, her fingers tightening around his cock as she increased the pace. His entire body tensed as his climax began to uncoil.
She stopped. Withdrew completely. Removed her hand from his body.
"Mistress," he growled. "Please. I beg you."
"What is it you wish, cowboy? My hand? My mouth? This cock I'm wearing?"
"Yes." He was drooling over the bit. "All of it. Everything."
She eased the phallus back into his body. "At my command."
"Yes. Yes. Whatever you want." Christ, he needed to come in the worst way.
She gave a light laugh. "Really? Anything I want? I think I should do this on a regular basis."
"Please," he begged.
"You only had to ask," she teased.
Now she drove into him rapidly, her hand stroking his cock in cadence with the thrusts of her hips. He clamped down on the bit so hard he was afraid he'd crack the enamel on his teeth. Every muscle in his body tightened.
"Please...Mistress."
"Yes, Quinn. Now."
As his orgasm gripped him with an unfamiliar violence, huge shudders racked him from head to toe. He spewed his release, her small fingers milking him, his come ejaculating with such tremendous force it took away what little breath he had left. He yanked so hard on the ropes binding him he could feel them cutting into his wrists. He was glad for the pillows beneath his head because he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold it up.
She rode him through it, the huge greased dildo sliding in and out of his ass. When the last tremor finally died away he felt as if every bit of energy had been drained from his body. If not for the restraints he would have curled into a fetal position and willed himself into unconsciousness.
Oh no, cowboy. You don't get to leave my presence without permission. Not even your mind.
Selene gave his cock one last stroke before withdrawing from his body. The ropes around his ankles were released, her hands caressing the places where they'd bound him. Easing his legs from their painful position, she massaged the muscles with her angel's touch, kneading from ankle to thigh and back again until the strain eased. Then his wrists. More gentle stroking, kneading, rubbing, until the muscles in his arms also relaxed.
Thank you, Mistress.
It's my pleasure. And my responsibility.
The bed dipped again as she knelt on it beside his head, easing the bit from his mouth. She touched the corners with a tissue, blotting the moisture where he'd drooled uncontrollably. Finally, the blindfold was lifted away.
He blinked at the sudden light, low as it was, jarred back into reality. Selene turned his head and pressed a kiss to his abused lips.
"You did well, cowboy. You pleased me
a great deal." She ran two fingers through the folds of her pussy then painted his lips with her liquid. "Taste me. That apparatus has a clitoral stimulator that works very well. I came hard with the effort, although not as hard as you."
He licked his lips. "I always enjoy the taste of my Mistress."
Selene readjusted the pillows and nudged him over to his back. "Because you've served me so well, I'm going to reward you."
His heart stuttered at her words and the look in her eyes.
"You've earned the third mark." She paused. "If that's still what you want."
"I do." His raspy voice didn't half convey his pleasure at finally being made one with her.
