Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
My brow furrowed.
Tony?
Mother. Fucker.
Not wanting to give away my jealousy and anger that my bride was talking to another man within minutes of being under the roof of my ancestral home, I told Lucia to take the rest of the week off and stormed up the stairs to confront Antonia.
As I stood over her bed, I was at first struck by how innocent and sweet she looked in sleep.
Then I remembered that even a violent, wild animal could look cuddly when it was curled up with its eyes closed.
And that was how I needed to treat her … like a wild creature in need of taming.
And so I did.
Her pussy lips were swollen and bright pink by the time I switched my attention to flicking the crop against her inner thighs. When I decided she had been suitably punished for her transgression, I turned to her reward.
Although she might feel scared at first, I knew that the electrical stimulation would deliver a powerful, vibrating sensation to her inner muscles, resulting in an orgasm of such intensity that it would border on pain.
Without warning, I pressed the low button after wiggling the rod between her cunt lips.
Her hips shot off the ottoman.
I kept the button depressed despite her cries.
While she maintained her raised hips and arched back, I lowered myself onto my haunches and whispered in her ear. “You like that, little pony? You like feeling the waves of electricity pulse over your clit, then deep into the muscles of your tight hole, causing it to clench and vibrate?”
“Oh… oh… oh…” she moaned, her breathing fast and shallow.
With my free hand, I cupped her breast and rolled her swollen nipple between my fingers.
She screamed her release as her fingers opened and closed into fists, her body shaking.
I released the e-stim button, but still shimmied the rod between her lips several times as her limbs continued to tremble.
Finally, her hips slumped back down onto the ottoman. Her skin glowed in the firelight from a bright sheen of sweat.
Tossing the riding crop onto the edge of the bed, I stroked her hair. “Time for the next phase of your punishment.”
Her eyes flew open. “But…”
I raised a single eyebrow. “Were you about to object?”
She blinked. “No, but I…”
“But what?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing… who?”
“Nothing… stable master.”
I caressed her silky locks, already looking forward to the next time we played this game, when I would pull her hair back into a tight braid and place the bit between her teeth right before I seated the anal plug horse's tail deep inside her bottom.
“You see, the way to properly train a naughty pony is through both pain and pleasure. First pain, then pleasure, then pain and pleasure again. And again. Until the naughty pony learns her proper place.”
Her lower lip trembled as tears filled her eyes.
I ran my hand over her locks again. “Shhh. Soon you will learn to behave and not let this smart mouth of yours get you into trouble. Then it will be all pleasure, although I suspect my kinky piccola colomba will still want just a hint of pain.”
My thumb brushed her tears. I then ran the tip over my lower lip before my tongue flicked out to taste the salty wetness. Soon, I would savor her sweet cream.
Hooking my thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants, I lowered them until my shaft sprang free. The thick length bobbed up and down several times right over her face as I straddled her head.
Her sharp intake of breath sent a spike of need straight to my balls.
“Now, are you going to be a good pony and do what you’re told?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
I released both her ankle and wrist binds and carried her to the bed. Placing her in the center of the mattress, parallel with the headboard, I then gripped underneath her arms and pulled until her head was dangling over the edge.
“Brava ragazza. Now I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can, so you can swallow my cock deep down your throat.”
“Wait.”
I slapped my open hand against her pussy. “What was that?”
She bucked. “Sorry!”
“Are you going to open your mouth?”
She sniffed as fresh tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
I pushed the head of my cock between her lips just as I placed my palms on either side of her hips and leaned over her, in the sixty-nine position. With my tongue, I skillfully maneuvered between her pussy lips and flicked her clit.
The vibration of her shocked cry ran up my shaft.
Without warning, I thrust.
She choked as her teeth scraped the sensitive skin on the underside of my shaft. The pain only spurred me on.
I thrust again, feeling the resistance at the back of her throat against my cock head.
Her fingernails clawed at my thighs as her legs kicked out.