I was dreaming about you.” It wasn’t technically a lie since he’d inspired the idea.
The hard toy stroked over my cheeks and even up the middle of my ass over my drenched entrance. There was just enough humiliation in it to send shivers through me. “Tell me about it.”
This was a deviation from the book, but I knew what I could tell him.
“I was dreaming about the time you took me to the stables, Master. The ribbons…they feel like the reins.” That scene had been so fucking hot I’d needed to stop twice to come before I’d been able to finish it.
Tristan made a pleased, happy sound, but it was a wicked happiness. “Yes, you were a beautiful pony. I’m almost sad that I used that as a punishment instead of a reward.”
Because in the book I’d been painfully shy and skittish.
But now…
“You found the perfect punishment for me, Master. It was kind, but I’ll never forget it.” Because it’d been so incredibly hot.
Tristan gave a dark chuckle. “I know several grooms who will never forget it either.”
Oh yes, there’d been quite an audience in that scene.
They really needed another book.
“I’ll forgive you this time.” The toy trailed up around my body until he used it to flick the nipple clamps, sending fresh waves of painful pleasure through me. “But next time you let your mind wander, I’m going to have to correct that naughty behavior.”
I swallowed back a moan and refused to even think about all the devious punishments I’d come up with in that book.
“Thank you, Master.” Probably…but some of them had been so erotic I wouldn’t mind playing with them a bit.
When the ribbons jerked, I stilled, wanting to show Master that I was a good slave for him. “Good boy. All fours.”
Reality fell away as I crawled across the room, following my Master wherever he would lead us.
Chapter 16
Tristan
Imagining the scene was nothing like reality…it was so much better. Nothing could touch it.
Dakota’s books were always a doorway into his imagination, but I knew that some stories were closer to the truth than others. This particular one, though, had been harder to predict. I knew the loving ownership in the book would either turn him on like nothing else or it would make him uneasy.
I was glad I’d guessed right.
He’d been bouncing back and forth between focused and distracted since I’d walked in, but as I led him over to the desk, setting the crop on the table, he finally found his footing and sank deep into the role of my slave. This was one of the books that had struck me the most the first time I’d read it.
The more I’d gotten to know Dakota, the more I’d guessed that this was one of the books that had come from the beautifully submissive side of his imagination. It’d always felt more personal than some of the others.
Leading him by the blindfold that was more of a silken leash, I walked him around toward the desk that would be mine for the duration of his fantasy. I knew the book backward and forward, so as I sat down, it was simple to take on the role of his Master.
“Sit back. Spread your knees. Yes.” I reached out and ran my fingers down his face and neck. “My beautiful slave.”
He shivered under my touch and I knew he was fighting the urge to cuddle closer to me. “Such a good boy. Yes, you can nuzzle your Master. Show me how much you love me.”
My beautiful slave made a low whimpering noise as his body leaned into my touch. As I swept my fingers back up his cheek, his head pressed against my hand as he soaked up my touch. My boyfriend or even sub would’ve balked at the use of the L word, but my slave had already given everything to his Master.
I had his love…his passion…his everything.
For a few long moments as I let him nuzzle against me, I wasn’t sure who was kneeling at my feet soaking up my love…the slave from the fantasy…my boyfriend…my lover…my sub…some magical combination of all of them? Did it even matter?
Running my hands over his face, I stroked him slowly, letting him sink deeper into the fantasy. “How did you show me what a good slave you were going to be?”
In the book, that chapter had been from the slave’s point of view, so readers were lost in the desperation and the crazy emotions he’d felt as he’d seen