Pulling the strands like they were hislead, I pictured him in his gear and his tail…oh yes, he was made to give everythingto his Master.
He quivered, and while Dakota might havequestioned the fantasy, my slave was drowning in the memory of losing himselfin the role of a pony. His voice was husky as he spoke, but I could hear ashiver of embarrassed need threading its way through it. “I wanted to pleaseyou, Master.”
That was why I’d chosen that punishment.He’d needed to learn to give himself completely to his Master and not hidebehind the bits of who he used to be.
I’d wanted to own him absolutely.
“Do you want to please me even more, myslave?” I held up my dick and he placed a tender kiss on the end. Smiling, Inodded. “Then ask me to make you my pony again. If you really wanted to pleaseme, you’d ask me to dress you in your gear and your pretty tail…to take you outto the stables so the grooms can make you beautiful for me.”
He whimpered, low and stressed, but henodded slowly before kissing my erection again. “Please, Master. Please let mebe your pony again.”
A shiver raced through him as I fed himjust the first inch of my cock. He sucked the head, licking and gentlycaressing it with his lips. The combination of his attention and the look onhis face had every nerve in my body firing and begging for more of his touch.
Easing him back, I traced my thumb over hislips. “Do you want to swish your tail for me again and feel the grooms’ handsas they decorate my pretty pony?”
My omega was so lost in the fantasy Iwasn’t sure who he was seeing when he looked at me, but just knowing I’d givenhim a fantasy he could sink into completely made me feel like the mostincredible Dom who’d ever found a sub to make his.
He whimpered and pressed a kiss to myfingers. “Please, Master. Let me show you what a good pony I could be for you.”
Tugging at the ribbon, I moved him back tomy erection. “If that’s what my slave wants.”
Letting him sink his mouth over my dick, Irelaxed my hold on the ribbon and leaned back. “Worship me, my sweet slave.”
There wasn’t enough of our real life leftat that moment to make the words feel silly. As he gave himself over to thetask of pleasing me, it felt right and perfect to have him at my feet, staringup at me with that needy expression.
As his lips and tongue stroked and suckedon my shaft, I closed my eyes, sighing at the utter perfection. It wasn’t justa blow job. He was making love to my dick. Running my hands over his head, Ipeeked down at my sweet slave. Utter devotion and happiness were etched intohis 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 medeeper. If you want my knot tonight, I want to feel those lips worship me.”
He groaned, but took up the challenge, andI could feel my cock inching deeper into his throat. I wasn’t sure he wouldmake it, but when his throat tightened around my erection and I felt his lipsstroke over the sensitive area where my knot would form, I moaned and had toforce my body to stay immobile.
He must have known how good he was makingme feel because as my eyes nearly crossed in pleasure he hummed, then swallowedaround the thick cock in his throat. My fingers tightened on his head, but Iwas careful not to fuck his throat.
We were going to try that later.
For now, I let him control the pleasure hewas giving me. I wasn’t going to take his devotion from him…he was choosing toworship me. There was a difference between the two I knew some people wouldnever understand.
As he pulled off my shaft and sucked in abreath, kissing around the head and down the length, I kept up the slow strokesover his head. He was nearly purring in pleasure. I wasn’t sure what was makinghim happiest, but the combination was perfect to me.
Time lost all meaning as he alternatedbetween sweet, almost innocent kisses and swallowing me down to massage myshaft with his lips. With every kiss, he was pouring himself into the task ofworshiping his Master.
When I could feel my orgasm getting closerand my knot ached to expand, I stilled his head and slowly eased him off myshaft. His eyes were glazed over and I could smell his desire filling the room.There was no need to question what he was feeling or how he saw the rest of theevening going; I could see it in his face.
The ribbon was still draped around hisneck, so I reached down and pulled on the ends. “Come here.”
His body jolted as he tried to make hislegs obey. I knew he hadn’t been kneeling long enough to cause him pain, we’dtalked about his limits before, but he was so focused on me that his own bodyseemed to be secondary.
When he’d made it halfway, I wrapped myarms around him and roughly tugged him onto my lap so he was straddling mythighs. He sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide as his naked body strokedagainst my erection. “Master.”
Slick decorated my cock as it rubbedagainst his needy hole. “What kind of reward does my omega want for worshipinghis Master so well?”
Little shivers were racking his body as hescrambled to find words. Eventually, he gave me a desperate whine. “You,Master.”
His response made it easier to stay in therole he’d written. “You already have me, little slave. I’ll own you until theend of time. Even death won’t stop my possession of you.”
A frantic whimper escaped him as he foughta valiant battle to stay still in my arms. “Please knot me, Master. Please useme.”
Sliding my hands down his back, I cuppedhis ass and teased over his slick pucker with one finger. “Is this where youwant your Master?”
