Grif inhaled a sharp breath.“Ooh!Tell me more!”
“The ranch is fantastic.It’s huge and there are—”
“No, no.Go back to the ponyboy that would spit in your face.”
“Grif—”
“What’s his name?I mean his real name, not his pony name.Oh, wait, what’s his pony name?Is it Lightning?”
I sat down on the loveseat and rested my forehead in my hand.
“You’re too much.”
“I’m not the one at a ponyplay fetish ranch who wants to talk about the landscape, my friend.”
“Fine,” I said, hesitating for a moment before I continued.“His name is Puck.”
“That’s his pony name.”
“No, that’s his real name.”I blinked.“Well, I don’t know if it’s his real name, but it’s the name he’s using while he’s here.It’s not his pony name.”
“Cool.What’s his pony name?”
“I don’t know!Jesus, would you let me talk?”
“Sorry.I’m sorry.I just spent the morning going over financial forecasts with four different clients.Can we please talk about sexy ponyboys?”
“If you shut up, we can.”
“Fine.Zipping it.Go on.”
“Thank you.So, his name is Puck, and I swear he is the sexiest motherfucking thing on two legs at this place.”I grinned, now recalling Kamal’s authority and stature.“Although, his trainer, Kamal, is damn hot also.”
Another loud inhale.“Kamal.Oh my.”
“And knows just how to get Puck to behave himself.Which seems like a pretty big ask, actually.”
“Oh, good Lord.Anaughtyponyboy?I’m feeling faint.Good thing I’m sitting down.”
“Anyway,” I said, not wanting to talk about Puck anymore because I didn’t want to jinx things.Not that there was anything to jinx.But, still.“I spent the morning in the grooming barn.”
There was a pause.“The, what now?”
I cleared my throat.“The grooming barn.”
Another pause.“What the fuck is a grooming barn?And, are you serious?”
I laughed.“Yes, I’m serious.It’s a barn where the guys are showered, rubbed all over with a loofa, their cocks put in cages, while they’re bound by their wrists to an overhead rail.”
Grif didn’t say anything, but I heard the creak of his desk chair.“What.What.”
“Mm hmm.It’s something to see.Oh, and then they get tacked into their harnesses and collars, and sometimes they get bridles and butt plug horsetails, but I haven’t seen that yet.”
Oh, wait a second.Yes, I did see that.
But I wasn’t going to tell Grif about Puck in the paddock the day before or he’d probably mess his pants.
He sounded breathless when he replied.
