Page 24 of Naughty November

It was necessary to take that gorgeous tail out of him before I could fuck him, and you can believe I made a fucking show of it, rocking the plug and teasing him as I pulled the thing from his ass. I put the shiny plug aside, careful not to get the horsehair wet, and added more of the slippery liquid to Atticus’ glistening hole. His breaths came quick and with lovely little whimpers that made me eager to get on with it.

Spreading him with my thumbs, I pushed myself in, enjoying his long groan. I went deep into that silky embrace until my hips touched the heated skin of his ass. I had to close my eyes and focus for a moment.

Then Atticus made a pitiful sound and arched his back.

I wrapped my arms around him, sliding a hand up to his throat,splaying my fingers across it and whispering into his ear as I fucked him.

“Oh fuck yes, my pretty pony. So hot and beautiful and sexy.”

He was so fucking tight and hot, and my desire was inflamed from the games we played.

I fucked him mercilessly, delighting in the moans and groans and grunts I pulled from him, and the way he trembled under me. My breath scraped my lungs as I gasped, the force of my pleasure radiating to all parts of me as I held onto his hips to keep myself buried inside him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I said as the aftershocks ripped through me. “Don’t you dare fucking come,” I told him, just in case he was on the verge. “Hold back, Atticus, and I promise I’ll give you everything you desire.”

I leaned over and kissed his shoulder, then grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out, tying it off and throwing it onto the floor by my jeans.

“Luther. Please. Please,” he begged, his words garbled by the bit.

“Stay still. I’m putting the tail back in.”

Atticus whimpered, but he let me insert the pony tail plug again.

Now I unhitched the reins and told him to face me and lean back against the wall with his hands braced on it. Then I dropped to my knees and gazed up at him.

“This is your reward,” I said as I swallowed him to the hilt.

Atticus made a startled sound and shoved into my mouth as I went to town, excited to finally taste him. I made it messy, using my fingers to spread my saliva around.

I was getting hard again, delighting in the shape and taste of him, and his desperate sounds. I savoured every groan and tortured gasp. The horse-hair tail quivered behind his tense thighs.

I pulled off, only to say, “Come in my mouth.”

He gazed down at me with lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded, his face flushed and his curls sticking to his forehead under the leather bridle strap. The stiff blinders framed his beautiful gaze, and the tall black ears gave him a supernatural, god-like, persona.

I swallowed him down as far as I could, until he made a frantic sound and filled me with hot seed as I clasped his buttocks and moaned with delight.

He kept coming and coming, and it was a good thing I could hold my breath for a long time. When he pulled out of my mouth and fell to his knees, I took great, shuddering breaths to the pounding of my heart.

“Fuck, that was…Jesus Christ,”he said.

I could only smile, and then he was taking my mouth in a searing, grateful kiss that made me warm all over. Finally, he pulled back and gazed into my eyes with intense emotion.

“I’ll be your pony or your pup whenever you want, Luther. You’re so fucking good at this.”

I grinned and shook my head. “It’s you, Atticus. You bring it out of me.”

We watched each other for another long moment.

“Atticus, I realize that this is probably the wrong time to ask, but I want to take you out to dinner.”

He blinked. “Like…on a date?”

I sighed. “Exactly like that.”

“I…”

“I know we only hooked up for the pet play and to get off, but I think I want to get to know you more than this.” I waved my hand at the room and the hitching post. “Although it’s been fantastic, and maybe I should be happy with make-believe.”

He smiled, and it lit up his face like the sun.

Maybe there was such a thing as fate. And maybe I’d done something to convince the powers that be that I was worthy of something so wonderful, because everything worked out in a way I’d never expected.

By our fourth real date, he let me start calling him Kit, although I called him Atticus whenever we played. I asked him to be myboyfriend. He became my lover, as well as my pony, my puppy, and my beautiful slut, and I didn’t know what I’d ever do without him.