by Grant, Livia
“We’ll have to see about that now, won’t we. Do you have any questions for me before we get started?”
Her eyes returned to his, her previous bravado slipping away before his very eyes when she asked him quietly, “Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m clean?”
The question confused him. She may not have been dressed how most of the other submissives were, but she was certainly clean. Then it hit him what she was really asking.
“Why the fuck would I need to ask that?”
Karly’s defensiveness was back. “Because every other guy I’ve hooked up with since I retired from filming has asked me, as if I’m a walking disease or something.”
An irrational anger on her behalf took over. The look on his face must have scared her because Karly leaned away. He pulled her closer as he informed her, “I know we don’t know each other yet, Karly. Unlike you, I came here to dominate my submissive—you—and I play hard. I can’t promise that you won’t end up regretting signing up for Roulette at the end of the night, but I can promise you one thing.”
Sean paused, surprised that he was tempted to lean in and steal a kiss from her trembling lips. He resisted the kiss but delivered his promise.
“Not for one minute do I think you would be here offering up the gift of your body and submission to me if you weren’t clean, and any asshole who would question you here at Black Light doesn’t deserve you.”
She must have liked his answer because the vulnerability in her eyes was gone in a flash, replaced with her previous sass.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 4
Stephanie
The pounding music got exponentially louder as soon as they got on the other side of the thick velvet curtain that separated the social area from the heart of the club. She’d been a member of Black Light for over a year, but she’d never seen it as full as it was tonight. On a normal night, this crowd would annoy her, but she had to admit, knowing she was part of only fifteen couples officially playing, well, that felt a bit like being on set again.
And never… not once… in all seven years of her time in front of the camera, had she had a leading man as sexy as Master Wilde. She just hoped he was as impressive without his clothes on as he was dressed. She had always done pretty mainstream porn, if there was such a thing. She’d left the edgier kink work to others, which was why her pulse was racing at the thought of the promised belting for being late.
Surely, he’d been joking about that, right?
“Ouch! Shit!”
Some asshole in what felt like combat boots had trampled on her foot in the crowd. Without a word, Sean pulled her closer while leaning down to throw his right shoulder into her tummy, lifting her up and over like a sack of potatoes. If he thought she would object, he was going to be sadly mistaken. Not only did she appreciate the help cutting through the crowd, the view of his ass in his perfectly tight jeans was a nice distraction from the thought of what was awaiting her own butt.
Only once he’d put her back on her own two feet did she recognize where they were in the club. Another couple was already waiting in front of them at the door labeled costumes. It was an area of Black Light she’d never explored before.
Sean’s arms encircled her as he hugged her from behind while they waited. The simple innocence of his embrace caught her off-guard. It took her a few seconds to realize why.
Men didn’t normally bother with such frivolities as tender embraces when they were with an award-winning pornstar. The partners she’d been with since retiring had all subscribed to the idea that, like her movie directors before them, all they had to do was say ‘Action!’ and she’d be ready to perform.
“Have you ever done a pony play scene before?” His gravelly voice against her ear reminded her how different he was.
“No. I told you, I’m not really into all of the BDSM stuff.” It wasn’t often that she felt sexually inexperienced, yet admitting that she didn’t have any experience with the kink they’d rolled made her feel just that. Almost like a newbie.
His grip around her tightened as he growled, “You forgot to add Sir or Master,” he warned.
Her rushed, “Sir,” was out before she could stop herself.
She was relieved he didn’t make a big deal about the missed salutation until she heard his next question.
“You keep saying that. If you’re not into BDSM, why Black Light?” he pressed her.
She’d been trying to figure out the answer to that very question. Her last few visits had been less than satisfying. In fact, she’d pretty much already decided that if tonight didn’t go any better, it would most likely be her last time there.
“It’s hard to explain… Sir.”
“We’re stuck in this line. I have the time for hard explanations.”
Stephanie bit her tongue to keep from accusing him of lying to her. Why should he give a shit as long as he got a play partner with no hard limits for the night?
“I told you on the stage. I just come here to get laid. In case you haven’t figured it out, I like sex.” Several seconds went by before she remembered to throw in a quick, “Sir.”
“Are you telling me Karly Starr needs to join a club just to find sex partners? Sorry, but I’m gonna cry bullshit on that one.”
She sighed with frustration. “You don’t get it. Guys fall into one of a few camps with me. They’re either nice guys that are too damn vanilla and boring. Or they think they’re going to be my white knight coming to rescue me from my old life of sin. But the worst are those that think because I was a sex worker that they can just treat me like shit because that’s all I deserve.
“At least here at Black Light, where everyone is looking for edgy sex, the men are all looking for something more hard-core and the club’s exorbitant fees keep out the real assholes.”
“Yeah, but surely the Dom’s eventually want to scene with you?” he asked, acting genuinely interested in what made her tick.
She couldn’t hide her growing grin. “Oh they try, sure, but I like to remind them of how talented I am on my knees and they tend to forget about the BDSM games.”
“So you manipulate them into just sex?” he countered in that gravelly voice of his.
“No, I…” Her breath caught, realizing she was giving away her tricks and needed to keep her mouth shut.
His arms tightened around her, making it hard to breathe. “Oh, Karly, you’re in for a big surprise, my little pony. I am not so easily played. And for the record, I wouldn’t count on getting laid tonight. Now that I know it’s all you want from me, I’m gonna make you earn every orgasm with your screams and tears.”
Holy shit, who was this guy? I think this might have been a mistake.
She was saved from coming up with a reply by the couple in front of them taking some age play gear from the costume guy and heading out to have fun.
“Well, look who we have here,” the costume guy welcomed them, a spark of recognition in his eye. “I’m Dominick. How can I help you two tonight?”
Sean took charge. “Hey there. I’m hoping you’re prepared for all of the kinks on the wheel. We rolled pony play.”
The animated costume guy clapped his hands with excitement before answering, “How thrilling! I’ve been dying to have someone play with all of the awesome gear we have on hand for this kink. Hold your horses and I’ll grab it from the back. Get it? Horses?”
Karly stifled her groan at the bad pun. She wasn’t surprised when Sean didn’t bother responding. His steely glare at the flamboyant costume guy must have conveyed his annoyance as the employee spun and took off down the small path between the tall racks and cabinets filled with all kinds of kink gear.
While they waited, a dungeon monitor stopped by to drop off a violet wand that some couple had already finished with.
“Wow, some couples are already done with their first spin?” she asked.
Her Dom seemed to have noticed as well. “Yeah, I’d better get us moving faster. I do
n’t necessarily need the free month’s membership prize, but the last thing I want to have happen is getting us disqualified for dragging our feet.”
Before the DM left, Sean asked, “Hey, are there any platforms still open in the main room? My sub and I rolled pony play and I’d love to put her on display as I put her through her paces.”
Karly giggled at his own lame pun which earned her a light pop on her ass.
The DM whose name she’d forgotten glanced back into the main room before adding, “Sure thing. There’s the stage over closest to the swimming pool. I can set you up there. Any special gear you need?”
Sean seemed to know what he needed. “If you have a stock you could setup, it would be perfect.”
“I’ll see what I can do. I think we just moved one off of another platform. Meet you over near the pool in a few.” And the guy was gone.
Dominick returned with his arms full, preventing her from asking further questions.
“I took a guess that the size six boots would be best for you. We only stock three sizes of those, but everything else is adjustable. Want me to run through it all with you?”
“Naw,” Sean replied. “I have some experience with this particular kink. I’m good.”
Karly’s pulse spiked at that piece of news. She was in so much trouble.
Chapter 5
Sean
It only took a couple of minutes to wind them through the crowd to the only open platform. The DM from earlier had asked one of his co-workers for help in wrangling the heavy free-standing stockade up the three stairs of the raised platform. He wasn’t sure if Karly realized she’d started pulling on his arm to slow them down, as if that might deter him from following through with his plan for their pony play scene.
“Strip.” It was a simple command, yet it took several long moments for her to move into motion. He gave her a pass that she’d once again forgotten to acknowledge his command with even a simple yes, sir. He wasn’t a strict enough Dom that it mattered much. All that was important to him was that he got inside his submissive’s head and learned how to push her to the edge of her comfort zone. Well, that, and getting to fuck the living shit out of her before the end of the night.
But he wouldn’t be disclosing that tidbit to Ms. Starr. At least not yet.
Karly was obviously comfortable in her own skin. Considering almost everyone in the club had probably seen her in one porn movie or another at some point, she stood proudly in her nudity. And damn if she shouldn’t be proud. He had no idea how long ago she’d retired from filming, but her body was perfect. Curvy, yet toned. Natural breasts that were just heavy enough to droop slightly now that she was somewhere in her thirties. They called out to him, so he reached out to cup her flesh in his palms, lifting and squeezing until he drew a squeal from his submissive.
“Nice. Very nice.”
“Thank you… Sir.”
Sean shook his head to clear out the picture of spinning her and ramming his hardening cock deep in one thrust.
Patience. We have too much fun ahead before I can get my dick wet.
Sean had to release her tits in order to grab the bag Dominick had given them. After taking inventory of the top-quality toys in the bag, he decided to pull out the bit-gag with head harness first.
“What a nice pony you’re going to make, although we have a lot of training to do before you’ll be show-ready, don’t we? And remember, only if you’re a good girl will I actually go for a hard ride on you before we’re finished.”
Desire pooled in her deep blue eyes at his naughty innuendo, but it fled from her eyes quickly as soon as he held the six-inch-long, round wooden bit out to her and instructed her, “Now open wide and bite down like a good girl.”
Karly opened her mouth slightly, but it was just enough for him to slide the two inch-round bit between her teeth. It was larger than he’d have picked on his own, but he had to admit he liked how wide it held her mouth open. She wouldn’t be able to get too comfortable and she was sure to have drool spilling nicely onto those tits within minutes.
Since her hair was already pulled back in a high ponytail, it only took a couple of minutes to buckle the bridle and head harness into place and cinch it until it was snug around her head, holding the bit into place. He was satisfied it would stay there until he decided to remove it.
“So this is what I have to do to keep that smart mouth of yours from sassing me? Good to know.”
His little spitfire for the night flashed him a defiant glare, reminding him of a feral horse running in the wild.
I’m going to have so much fun breaking her in.
Next came the leather reins, which snapped onto the harness on either side of her face. He was glad the owners of Black Light hadn’t spent the money on the extra expensive horse-head full mask. Maybe pony play purists would see it as an oversight, but Sean preferred to enjoy seeing the emotions on his submissive’s face as their scene played out. The full mask would have robbed him of watching her tears fall as they surely would be doing soon.
It took Sean a few seconds to place the next items he pulled out of the prop bag. Two leather pieces with snaps on them attached to the bridle. The blinders may not seem to add a lot to the outfit, but Sean knew they would limit Karly’s vision enough that she wouldn’t be able to distract herself from what he had planned for the other end of his horse.
Now that her line of sight was restricted, he could sense his submissive turning her head to silently track his movements as he went to the stockade to make some adjustments to the height. His pony wasn’t overly short, but he wanted to make sure she had to bend over far enough that her posture would properly mimic a filly tied in her stall.
He watched her reaction carefully as he clucked his tongue while pulling on her reins, exactly as he would for one of the many mares in his stable back at the vineyard. Although, he was pretty sure they’d never given him the death-threat look Karly flashed at him as she was forced to step closer to the stockade.
He’d opened the wood gate, making room for her to fit her head through the hole in the middle of the heavy piece of furniture. “Front hooves into the slots for your wrists.”
Sean stifled his smile at the gurgled curse, which sounded suspiciously like “Fuck you,” that burst out around the large bit holding her mouth open nicely. When she didn’t follow directions, he reached to grab her left wrist and wrangled it into its slot and quickly slammed the top into place, effectively trapping her into the wooden structure, her naked body bent over to present her ass up to him perfectly.
Karly tested the bonds, groaning when she discovered the openings were a perfect fit to hold her tight without any chance of her yanking free.
Once he had her halfway restrained, he went back to the bag to pull out the next items for her outfit—leather mittens that would fit over her hands to replicate front hooves. Getting the one on her restrained hand was easy. Capturing her free arm while she flung it around wildly in an attempt to avoid capture, not so much.
“Come on girl, we have to get you ready.” He used the soothing voice he always did with nervous horses, which fit because he sensed her growing trepidation as she was forced to come to terms with the fact that she was, in fact, about to do a pony scene. Because there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he was going to get manipulated like the Doms before him.
Sean slid the leather over her hand and tightened the clasp at her wrist that would hold it on until he decided he wanted to take it off. Getting her right wrist locked into the stockade took a bit more effort, but a swift swat to her naked ass brought his filly in line.
“Pretty girl,” he muttered. Sean stepped back to admire his submissive from the side, enjoying how her heavy breasts now swung as she wriggled to be free. It wasn’t really a traditional part of pony play, but if time permitted, he wouldn’t mind wrapping those breasts tight in rope.
Before he could finish getting her setup the way he wanted to for their scene, Sean knew he had one very
important thing to do. He stepped around again to the front of the stockade, so he was directly in the line of sight of his pony. He suspected it made him an asshole that the long line of drool spilling out from around her bit had blood rushing to his already semi-hard cock.
Christ, she looks vulnerable.
The revelation reminded him of why he’d stepped up to talk with her in the first place.
“I know you said you don’t use safe words, but I do. Since I have you properly gagged and your hands are not able to hold an object, I want you to use either of your feet as your safe word. All you need to do is lift and stomp a foot up and down a couple of times and I’ll stop what I’m doing and come up here to check in with you. Do you understand?”
This time, he was sure that her curse was “Fuck you” as she continued to resist submission.
“I’ll take that as a yes, Sir. I’ll also be sure to correct your lack of submission with a few extra stripes to your hind quarters with my riding crop to help remind you of your place.”
Just as he was about to return to his bag of goodies, he noticed Karly struggling to hold her head up enough to see anything except the floor. A quick investigation of the quality piece of furniture confirmed his suspicion—there was a padded chin rest that could be slid into place below his captive’s chin.
As he locked her head in place, he taunted his sub. “There you go. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on watching the crowd gathering around to watch me punish my filly for her rebellious ways.”
Once locked into place, it held her head up so that she had no choice but to look out into the growing crowd gathering around their platform, there to watch none other than Karly Starr turn into a frisky filly. He may not know her well yet, but he was taking an educated guess that anyone who had made a living having sex on-screen had to have at least some exhibitionist blood running in her veins.
