The Billionaire's Pet (8 page)

And the bindings were still coming. Daniel attached two leather cuffs to her wrists, then clipped the cuffs to the harness, making it impossible for her to move her arms away from her body. As her range of motion diminished, so her desire to bite back at him increased—which she did literally, snapping at his hand as it passed near her mouth on the way to yet more leather.

“Careful, pet,” he said in even tones. “Snapping is not something I will ever tolerate from you. If you want to bite, you’ll find yourself regretting it.”

Ellie looked him dead in the eye and snapped her teeth at him, knowing she was testing him. It was probably madness to test a man who had flown her upstate, spanked her bottom, stripped her of almost every vestige of her identity, and was in the process of making her his pony, but Ellie did not care. What did she have to lose?

Daniel cocked his head at her and smiled with dry amusement. “Just when I think you might have had enough, you push matters further. Well, my naughty filly, let me see if I can remedy that nasty little habit you’re thinking of developing.”

He opened a box of tack and picked something out of it—a rubber-covered bit that looked exactly like the bits horses wore, aside from the fact that most of it had been covered with the rubber to soften the effect on the human mouth.

“Daniel… no, please, come on… not that…” She could hear a whimpering, plaintive tone in her voice. “I get it, I’m your pet.”

“You don’t get it at all,” he replied gently. “But you will. Open up, Ellie, it’s time to accept your bit.”

“Daniel,” she whined, shifting from foot to foot, the tingling in her bottom turning to a hot flushing sensation over her whole body. The harness was one thing. It felt almost secure to be strapped into it, and by the look in his eye, she knew it was flattering—but a bit? She wouldn’t be able to speak with that in her mouth. “This is too much.”

“Is it?” He reached out and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes, his touch tender, his voice low and soft. “Is it too much, or are you afraid of how much you’re actually enjoying not being in control for five minutes?”

“I know exactly what it’s like to not be in control, Daniel,” she said snappishly. “You’re the one who should be wearing this outfit. You’re the one who can’t fathom not having his way. You’re the one who… mphh!”

Ellie’s further opinions on him were lost to posterity as he slid the rubber bit into her open mouth, pinning her tongue and effectively gagging her. Her outrage muted, but not at all tempered, she glared at him furiously as he secured the leather behind her head.

“You agreed to this,” he reminded her. “But I’m not a complete monster. If this becomes too much, snap the fingers of your left hand and I’ll get you out of all this. Can you do that for me now?”

She stared daggers at him. So now he thought he was some great kind benign dictator, allowing her the ability to end the torment if it was too much. She became certain in that moment that she would not snap her fingers, not for anything. He wanted to break her spirit, but she would not allow that.

“Ellie, this is important,” he said patiently. “I need to know if you’re in real distress, physically or emotionally. Snap your fingers now, so we know you can do it.”

She did nothing. If he wanted to know how she felt, he could damn well take the gag out of her mouth. Then she’d tell him how she felt.

“You’re not even trying,” he observed. “Do you think this is a good time to disobey me?”

She remained silent, fully engaged in what she had decided would be a battle of wills. She would not play pony for Daniel Treville, no matter what he did.

He let out a little sigh, looking down at her with a gaze that was just as determined as hers. If anything, he seemed mildly amused by her resistance.

“You have so little understanding of what even the slightest bit of submission might mean,” he murmured against her ear, drawing his fingertips down over the curve of her rear and back up again. “It’s quite delicious teaching you.”

She squirmed in place, unable to move very far thanks to the leather that already held her so firmly in place, in thrall to the murmur of his voice.

“Do you understand how to communicate with me if you find yourself overwhelmed?” He asked the question again, his lips close to her ear, his body close to hers so she felt his strength as an immutable force.

She let out a low growl, the only noise she could make with the gag keeping her tongue down.

Daniel picked up the crop she’d forgotten about and applied a swift slap to her outer thigh. The sudden sting made her jig on the spot.

“This I’m not playing about,” he insisted. “It’s a matter of safety. Show me that you can tell me when you’ve had enough.”

Ellie lifted both hands, fingers curled down but for the middle ones that remained defiantly extended. That should be enough of a signal for him.

“We’ll go with that,” he chuckled. “You brat.”

She wondered what it would take for him to actually get angry at her. No matter how much she defied him, Daniel always seemed to simply rise above it. At that moment he was busy fastening long leather straps to the sides of her gag. Reins.

He gathered them in one hand and held it behind her head, looking her in the eyes as he gently put the slightest bit of pressure on the reins and therefore the bit.

Ellie let out a yelp of surprise as the bit seesawed between her lips, putting pressure on the roof of her mouth. It was the strangest sensation, one that did not precisely hurt, but certainly could not be ignored.

“Over time, I’ll teach you a series of cues,” Daniel explained. “For the moment, I think you understand that this sensation is a cue to stop what you’re doing and pay attention to me. Now,” he said thoughtfully, musing to himself. “What’s missing here?”

Ellie felt his eyes roaming over every inch of her leather-bound body as he assessed her. A moment later, he spoke again with the manner of a man who is surprised at his obvious oversight.

“Ah, of course. My pony is not complete without her tail.”

Ellie made a muffled sound of despair, which he ignored as he retrieved the familiar tail from a nearby box. There was one thing she had to give Daniel—his ability to be organized no matter what.

“Now, pet,” he said in those soothing but oh-so-dominant tones. “Bend over for me and present your bottom so I can make sure your tail slides in nice and deep.”

Blushing, Ellie balked, but he soon used the reins to urge her down into position, bent forward at the hips, the rounds of her rear exposed for the application of lubricant that always preceded her tail being put in. She supposed it was a small mercy that her hands were bound so he could not make her spread her own cheeks. Instead, he took the task on himself, spreading one buttock wide so her tight little anus had nowhere to hide as he dabbed and massaged several drops of cool lubricant on that hot button.

She made a moan that did not sound human at all thanks to the bit in her mouth and shifted from foot to foot as he slid his finger into her bottom before the plug. Again, he was being merciful, but Ellie had difficulty appreciating his mercy when she was so tightly constrained, her limbs no longer her own as Daniel took control of every movement of her body, his fist tight on the reins just an inch or two below her chin as he fingered her bottom.

How could she ever have thought she could best a man like this? Daniel was not like others who wanted to rut and come and do little else. He turned every sex act into a production, drawing meaning from the smallest motion. With his finger sliding deeper into her bottom, all Ellie could do was blush and stamp her heels and squirm her hips until he censured her in low tones and bade her to stand still.

Finally he slid his finger from her bottom and pressed the tip of the plug into its place. She wriggled more, but it did precisely nothing. He held her firm, the bit making it impossible for her to move terribly far as her rear was spread for him, the sensitive inner walls once more parting for the plug, which seemed much thicker than the previous time.

Ellie let out little sounds somewhere between groan and a moan. She was responding again. Had been since the spanking, if she were to be truthful with herself. The same treatment that made her blush outwardly was also making her lubricate internally. She could feel her wetness brimming, trickling through her lips.

As her bottom spread wide around the plug, she felt her pussy pulse in response. Finally it settled into place and once more she felt the presence of the tail deep inside her bottom, the long strands of hair brushing against her inner thighs in many soft caresses.

“Perfect,” Daniel said, pleased with what he saw. Deciding that she was ready, he opened the stall door and led her out into the stables. She had gone in a woman, but she was coming out a pony. The tail swayed in her rear, every step reminding her of its presence. Daniel stayed by her side, his presence steadying as she learned to navigate the world in full pony harness. It was not easy, especially in the heels that now felt every bit as awkward as hooves might.

“Now, my sweet filly,” he said, running his fingers over the tender skin of her thigh. “I might on some occasion teach you to walk nicely, or to trot in collected fashion. But I think today all you need learn is how to perform in your harness.”

Perform? What did he mean?

Ellie was led through the stables, her heels click-clacking on the stone floor until they stopped at what suddenly seemed to be a deliberately stacked pile of hay bales—located at such a height that when he put pressure on the reins and made her bend down over them, she found her bare nipples making contact with the fine dry blades of grass, her bare tail-wearing bottom raised nice and high.

Daniel did not announce his intentions. He simply let her tail sway to the side and slid his hard cock right into the willing embrace of her hot, wet cunt. She let out a cry of pleasure as he began to fuck her with easy strokes, taking advantage of what he clearly knew was ample lubrication. Her clit was pressed against the edge of the bale, the rough surface adding another layer of stimulation to what already felt like overload.

The plug in her ass made her pussy feel tighter, and she could feel the two hard surfaces of cock and plug rubbing against one another as he fucked her with long, languid strokes, running his free hand through her hair as he murmured words of praise.

“Such a good pony,” he soothed as his cock bottomed out in her pussy, the hard plane of his abdomen pressing against her hot little ass.

As the pleasure of his cock plundering her tight cunt began to rise, Ellie found herself not at all caring how tightly she was bound. All that mattered was the hot channel between her thighs, the thrust of his thick, masterful cock that sent ripples of pure ecstasy through her tamed form.

Daniel kept a firm hold on the reins, never letting the pressure become painful, but ensuring that she felt his control throughout her body, his cock spearing her cunt, her mouth filled with his bit. She gnawed at it, her teeth meeting the rubber repeatedly as she moaned with unfettered pleasure. Somehow the harness and the bit and the reins were conspiring to make her freer than ever before. There was no holding back pleasure, no attempt at self-restraint—how could there be any need for that with Daniel’s strong hand on the reins?

She began to writhe and moan as much as her bindings would allow, her hips bucking up and down as she approached a climax that felt somehow shameful for its urgency. She was not only going to come from being treated like a naughty pet, she was going to come hard.

Daniel seemed to sense that and rode her harder, his cock starting to slam inside her, the wet sounds of her cunt filling the stables as Ellie surrendered herself to the plug, to the harness, to the bit, and to Daniel himself, heat and pleasure spiraling up her spine to burst forth along every nerve she had. Her cunt contracted, her ass quivered around the plug, every part of her body was complicit in the orgasm that was so powerful it made every muscle in her body contract, her mind blanking entirely as she spiraled into ecstasy.

When she came to her senses, the bit was gone, but the harness remained. She was wrapped in Daniel’s arms and he was pressing kiss after kiss to her forehead and cheeks.

“You were perfect, pet,” he praised, tenderly undoing the buckles of her harness one by one until finally her sweaty sated form was bared to him. “You have a talent for this.”

“Is it possible to be talented at being tied up and fucked, Daniel?”

“Oh, yes,” he smiled. “You were made for this. You’re just the right combination of soft and hard, difficult enough to be a challenge, but when you submit, you’re like an angel. Elegant and beautiful and …” He shook his head as if to say words could not describe her before finally settling on one that made her heart flutter. “Perfect.”

Chapter Five

Back at home after a much longer day than she had anticipated, Ellie took a shower. Her body was lightly marked with the remnants of her experience with Daniel, her pussy lips puffy and tender from the erotic ravaging, her bottom peppered with hot spots from the crop he had used on her rear and her anus still feeling the effects of being plugged with her ponytail.

She stepped out of the steaming embrace of the shower and looked at herself through the swirling mist in the bathroom. Her mouth seemed a little larger, her lower lip swollen from fierce kisses. Her eyes seemed wider; there was something altogether soft about her that she was not used to seeing. She almost looked like a different person.

Gathering a towel to her chest, Ellie tried to tell what was different. How had she changed in that stable under Daniel Treville’s leather and lash?

“I liked it,” she murmured under her breath. “I liked it a lot.”

She could still remember the feeling of the tight leather harness cinching her body, containing her wilder impulses, domesticating her to his will. She ran her hand over her waist and stomach, almost wishing that she was still wearing it.

“You liked it too much,” she told her reflection.