“Pretend you’re in the market for a strong, beautiful pony.You want to assess its muscle tone, the smoothness of its coat, check for any problems.”Kamal paused for effect.“So you can make an appropriate offer.Hypothetical, of course.”
I cleared my throat.“Uh-huh.”
I really hoped Puck wouldn’t hold this against me.I let my fingers trace over his leather harness and along his side as he continued to avoid my gaze.Mine followed my hand where it drifted over his skin and across the swell of his belly over the pelvic strap.Puck’s muscles tightened, and his pores pebbled as I did so.His breath hitched, and he seemed filled with tension.
I couldn’t deny the pleasure I received from being able to touch him at Kamal’s command and knowing this was all a part of what Puck had signed on for.The fact that he and I had begun a clandestine interaction outside of his role at the ranch only added to my excitement.I could only hope he felt the same.The last thing I wanted to do was ruin what delicate thing was happening between us.But it would take a stronger man than me to resist Kamal’s request and refusing it might have seemed suspicious.
I circled around Puck, who stood still as a statue, the only movement in the tension of his jaw.This entire situation was a study in submission and objectification, and I didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
My hand drifted over Puck’s hip and along the curve of his ass to the delicate crease where it met his thigh.He shuddered.
“You can touch his tail if you like.Just not the plug.”
I nodded, unable to speak as I threaded my fingers through the long black hairs of the tail that cascaded over the backs of Puck’s thighs.He made a sound low in his throat.
“Easy.Good pony.Stay still,” Kamal encouraged.“You’re doing very well.”
I glanced at Kamal.“Is this what you want?”
Kamal laughed.“Well, you can be a little rougher.He might like it.”
My gaze jerked to Kamal’s.
“He’s an animal, Oliver.Touch him like one.”
Kamal placed one hand under Puck’s chin and raised it higher, exposing his long throat.He cupped his other hand around the ponyboy’s neck, keeping Puck’s head angled back and his gaze forced to the sky.
“Now, examine him.Don’t hurt him, obviously, but you don’t have to be so gentle.You’re trying to assess him, remember?”
“Fuck.Fine.”
I was breathing hard now, but I did as Kamal asked and cupped that beautiful ass in my hands, squeezing Puck’s firm glutes as he growled under his breath, pinned in Kamal’s grip and subject to my touch.
“Fuck,” I said again, moving my palms over Puck’s hips to glide up his belly and abdomen, so I could brush my fingers over his nipples and squeeze his pectoral muscles where they were framed by the harness.I was standing close enough to smell the tang of his sweat and hear his quickened breathing.
“So?What do you think?”
“Incredible,” I breathed.“His muscle tone is… It’s perfect.”
Hearing my own words, I started to panic.I needed to get away from what this was doing to me.It was fucking with my body and my head.I was loving it, and I didn’t know what that said about me, except that I wanted this boy with my heart and soul, and I was starting to feel like I would die if I couldn’t get closer than this.
“All right, Oliver, that’s good.Thank you,” Kamal said as if aware of my struggle.
I backed up and glanced at Puck’s face.His eyes were wide as he stared upward, cheeks flushed and jaw tight.He strained to be still in Kamal’s strict hold.
When Kamal removed his hand from Puck’s throat, the ponyboy’s head lowered into a more natural position, and his gaze met mine with a raw desire that surprised me.He seemed desperate for more, whereas I was terrified of wanting that.
“Thank Oliver for the excellent examination, Puck,” Kamal said, as he unbuckled the gag and removed it.
Puck licked his lips and moved his jaw before saying, in a rough voice, “Thank you, Oliver.”
I didn’t know what to do.Was I supposed to reply?
“You’re welcome.”
Puck’s lips curved into a saucy grin as Kamal took his lead and led him away.
I stood there for a long moment, watching them.Then I walked back to the main house fighting a hard-on that didn’t want to go away and an ache in my gut that required more than physical intimacy to soothe it.
