The Billionaire's Pet by Loki Renard

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.
    Struck with the overwhelming realization that she had not just submitted to Daniel, but enjoyed it, Ellie found herself awash with horror. He had treated her like a pony, he had put a tail in her bottom, he had used her body for his pleasure, and she had responded as though finding her true calling.
    How could she possibly have enjoyed being treated that way? She should have been outraged, rebellious, vengeful. Instead she had felt calm and peaceful—at least, until she started questioning the feeling.
    “No,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. “You are not that girl, Ellie, you are not. That. Girl.”
    Who ‘That Girl’ was, she didn’t know.