He dropped her hair and took her chin in between his thumb and forefinger and she exhaled.
He loved her and commanded her obedience.
“No, Master, it isn’t.”
“Get on the pony, girl.”
She took a step toward the wooden piece of equipment, dread churning her stomach.
It resembled a sawhorse but with an inverted triangle on top.
This wooden pony had been exquisitely made.
The wood gleamed, the two-tone colour of the triangular pommel gave it an elegance.
But her legs had to go over that triangle, and it was going to hurt.She’d heard tales about riding the pony but never done it herself.
Until now.
She carefully put a leg over the saddle, then the other, keeping on her tiptoes.
Her mouth watered, thinking about how long she could last like this as her nipples pebbled.“Good girl.”
Zee’s breath warmed her neck.He wrapped his arms around her from behind, taking her nipples in each hand and squeezing, pinching until she cried out.
His touch made her lean forward, shifting her weight onto her pubic bone.
The pain sharpened under her, cutting through her composure.
“Fuck, it hurts!”
Zee’s fingers kneaded her nape, steady and warm, but his touch rough.
“Breathe, Ella,” he whispered.“That’s it.You’re doing this for me.You know I’ve got you.”
His thumb brushed the nape of her neck.
The touch melted through the ache, and she exhaled, shaky and slow, her world narrowing to the heat of his hand and the pulse between her legs.
“It hurts so much!”
“Breathe through it, girl.You’ve got this.You’re going to stay on for ten minutes.Show me how you ride it.”
She flexed her feet, trying to stand on her toes.
Zee tugged her hair.
“Oh, I forgot to secure your legs to the wooden horse.Let’s start with the right cuff.”
All the air whooshed out of her, and panic sent her muscles tightening.
“Ella, you’re going to breathe through this and stay on this pony for the whole ten minutes.If not, I’m going to put you in stocks, plug your beautiful ass in front of the opening night audience, and take my whip to it.You don’t want that, do you?”The cool bite of the leather cuff closed around her right ankle, and she choked back a sob.
“I want to please you, Master.”
“I know you do, girl.”
The other cuff followed, forcing her to straddle the wooden ridge so that the pressure spiked.
