Recalcitrant Pony Boy by Chase Arden

Author:Chase, Arden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

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Temptations

I had his nipples pierced a week later. Sol hated it.

He squirmed throughout the process, throwing me a familiar glare, but I quite enjoyed the sight of him. I particularly liked the way the silver bits looked, peeking out the sides of his nipples. They complimented his tawny skin and hair. Once they healed, I played with them whenever I had a chance, while Sol huffed and stamped in his harness.

I thought about a piercing for his cock as well, but then decided I liked it free of ornament. I could always use a clamp if I wanted to decorate him further.

He still hated the cock ring. I never used the bells again, but I used a butt plug often that pressed against his prostate and kept him hard. I used blinders, too, to keep his attention on the road ahead of him and free of distractions. He calmed considerably with them on; Sol pushed his boundaries constantly, but once they held firm, I thought he took some comfort in them.

Often I would sneak down to the stable at night, feeling like a trespasser in my own estate, and fuck him in his stall. Sometimes he would be asleep, and awake to find my cock in him; sometimes I thought he might have stayed awake waiting for me, eyes gleaming in the dark, mouth closing around my cock to offer that sweet release.

He was addictive, and I was lost. Besotted with a pony boy, no less. I had him squirming on the straw, my mouth teasing and nipping at the piercing in his nipple, rolling it back and forth with my tongue, when he whispered, half laughing, “Master.”

I froze, and so did he. A pony never speaks. It’s their first rule of training, the one they learn through long and hard reinforcement.

Regretfully, I rose and retrieved a crop from outside the door, hating the necessity but knowing that it would do him no favors to allow his training to unravel now. He was as resigned as well, and kneeled to offer me his butt. I laid five strokes across it, swiftly but letting the crop bite, and I know he felt each one. Then five more in the crease between his thighs and butt.

I probably hated it more than he did, because something in me had thrilled to hear his voice call me master. Punishing him for it felt like closing a door after only a fleeting, tempting peek inside.

But it was a door I’d allowed to open with my own leniency, my own besottedness. So I stayed away from his stall, and when I needed my trap I had the grooms hitch up my dark beauties. I missed Sol with a constant ache, but I knew it was better this way.

It was a few days later, early in the morning, when I heard a slight commotion in the yard. I rose from my bed and went to the window. I could see Landon below, talking to one of my neighbors, Kitty—an older woman with orange groves of her own.

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