When he gathered the long ribbons in hishand and stepped away, a low whimper escaped me. It was so fucking perfect Iwas going to die right there of desire and anticipation.
Oh, I was going to write a story where theculture had a myth where an omega had died because he’d been so turned on byhis alpha that everyone after never wanted that kind of risk so they—
Smack.
I yelped, straightening as my mind stoppedthe sexy wandering.
“Where is your mind supposed to be?”Whatever he’d smacked my ass with was hard and flexible, though he’d pulledback enough that it mostly just stung…but the sexy sound in his voice made iteven hotter.
“You, Master. I was dreaming about you.” Itwasn’t technically a lie since he’d inspired the idea.
The hard toy stroked over my cheeks andeven up the middle of my ass over my drenched entrance. There was just enoughhumiliation in it to send shivers through me. “Tell me about it.”
This was a deviation from the book, but Iknew what I could tell him.
“I was dreaming about the time you took meto the stables, Master. The ribbons…they feel like the reins.” That scene hadbeen so fucking hot I’d needed to stop twice to come before I’d been able tofinish it.
Tristan made a pleased, happy sound, but itwas a wicked happiness. “Yes, you were a beautiful pony. I’m almost sad that Iused that as a punishment instead of a reward.”
Because in the book I’d been painfully shyand 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 incrediblyhot.
Tristan gave a dark chuckle. “I knowseveral grooms who will never forget it either.”
Oh yes, there’d been quite an audience inthat scene.
They really needed another book.
“I’ll forgive you this time.” The toytrailed up around my body until he used it to flick the nipple clamps, sendingfresh waves of painful pleasure through me. “But next time you let your mindwander, I’m going to have to correct that naughty behavior.”
I swallowed back a moan and refused to eventhink about all the devious punishments I’d come up with in that book.
“Thank you, Master.” Probably…but some ofthem had been so erotic I wouldn’t mind playing with them a bit.
When the ribbons jerked, I stilled, wantingto show Master that I was a good slave for him. “Good boy. All fours.”
Reality fell away as I crawled across theroom, following my Master wherever he would lead us.
Chapter 16
Tristan
Imagining the scene was nothing likereality…it was so much better. Nothing could touch it.
Dakota’s books were always a doorway intohis imagination, but I knew that some stories were closer to the truth thanothers. This particular one, though, had been harder to predict. I knew theloving ownership in the book would either turn him on like nothing else or itwould make him uneasy.
I was glad I’d guessed right.
He’d been bouncing back and forth betweenfocused 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 intothe role of my slave. This was one of the books that had struck me the most thefirst time I’d read it.
The more I’d gotten to know Dakota, themore I’d guessed that this was one of the books that had come from thebeautifully submissive side of his imagination. It’d always felt more personalthan some of the others.
Leading him by the blindfold that was moreof a silken leash, I walked him around toward the desk that would be mine forthe duration of his fantasy. I knew the book backward and forward, so as I satdown, it was simple to take on the role of his Master.
“Sit back. Spread your knees. Yes.” Ireached out and ran my fingers down his face and neck. “My beautiful slave.”
