so deep into the scene and into his submission that nothing would shatter the fantasy.
In that moment, I was his Master and the man he wanted more than anything.
Draping the wide ribbon around his neck, I gently pulled him, giving him a hint at the memory of being led as my beautifully skittish pony. As I inched him toward my erection, I gave him a smile I knew was dark and wicked. “You were such a perfect pony.”
Pulling the strands like they were his lead, I pictured him in his gear and his tail…oh yes, he was made to give everything to his Master.
He quivered, and while Dakota might have questioned the fantasy, my slave was drowning in the memory of losing himself in the role of a pony. His voice was husky as he spoke, but I could hear a shiver of embarrassed need threading its way through it. “I wanted to please you, Master.”
That was why I’d chosen that punishment. He’d needed to learn to give himself completely to his Master and not hide behind the bits of who he used to be.
I’d wanted to own him absolutely.
“Do you want to please me even more, my slave?” I held up my dick and he placed a tender kiss on the end. Smiling, I nodded. “Then ask me to make you my pony again. If you really wanted to please me, you’d ask me to dress you in your gear and your pretty tail…to take you out to the stables so the grooms can make you beautiful for me.”
He whimpered, low and stressed, but he nodded slowly before kissing my erection again. “Please, Master. Please let me be your pony again.”
A shiver raced through him as I fed him just the first inch of my cock. He sucked the head, licking and gently caressing it with his lips. The combination of his attention and the look on his face had every nerve in my body firing and begging for more of his touch.
Easing him back, I traced my thumb over his lips. “Do you want to swish your tail for me again and feel the grooms’ hands as they decorate my pretty pony?”
My omega was so lost in the fantasy I wasn’t sure who he was seeing when he looked at me, but just knowing I’d given him a fantasy he could sink into completely made me feel like the most incredible Dom who’d ever found a sub to make his.
He whimpered and pressed a kiss to my fingers. “Please, Master. Let me show you what a good pony I could be for you.”
Tugging at the ribbon, I moved him back to my erection. “If that’s what my slave wants.”
Letting him sink his mouth over my dick, I relaxed my hold on the ribbon and leaned back. “Worship me, my sweet slave.”
There wasn’t enough of our real life left at that moment to make the words feel silly. As he gave himself over to the task of pleasing me, it felt right and perfect to have him at my feet, staring up at me with that needy expression.
As his lips and tongue stroked and sucked on my shaft, I closed my eyes, sighing at the utter perfection. It wasn’t just a blow job. He was making love to my dick. Running my hands over his head, I peeked down at my sweet slave. Utter devotion and happiness were etched into his expression. “Very good.”
Pressing gently, I urged him to take more. I had a reasonable-sized dick, but even when I wasn’t knotted inside an omega, the muscles around my knot were thick and incredibly sensitive. “Take me deeper. If you want my knot tonight, I want to feel those lips worship me.”
He groaned, but took up the challenge, and I could feel my cock inching deeper into his throat. I wasn’t sure he would make it, but when his throat tightened around my erection and I felt his lips stroke over the sensitive area where my knot would form, I moaned and had to force my body to stay immobile.
He must have known how good he was making me feel because as my eyes nearly crossed in pleasure he hummed, then swallowed around the thick cock in his throat. My fingers tightened on his head, but I was careful not to fuck his throat.
We were going to try that later.
For now, I let him control the pleasure he was giving me. I wasn’t going to take his devotion from