Chapter 12 #5
As soon as Tiana rolls back up, they’re mirroring each other again.
Bren shows Tiana a step where she pivots, kicking one foot to each corner of the room.
Tiana immediately picks it up so they’re dancing around each other.
Every eight steps, they slap each other’s hands and change direction, turning so they shake their asses at us before moving back into their fast shuffle.
It’s hypnotic, watching the two women circle each other, skin gleaming, breasts bouncing, muscles in their legs and asses working.
Bren lifts her arms over her head and whips her head, so her dreads swing through the frame of her arms. Tiana copies her and that’s added into their next rotation.
I realize Bren’s teaching Tiana a routine even as they keep dancing.
The music changes over again, to a song I don’t recognize, about someone who’s blue.
Bren and Tiana don’t even pause, but I have trouble picking up the beat.
Wreck approaches me, staying out of strike range, and claps his hands until I catch the variable beat and work into a rhythm again.
Bren shows Tiana another move, which looks like the moon-walk Michael Jackson used to do, only with a lot more ass-shaking, and the girls fall into that hypnotic circling again.
Pence either gives up or gets tired of being ignored and drops out of his trot, walking over to stand beside Harry.
All eyes are glued on the two girls as they dance.
The song changes over again to one I vaguely recognize from when Naomi was in high school, having sleepovers.
Something about a vain man. Anyway, it’s an easy beat and I keep the whip cracking to it without taking my eyes off Bren.
On the next go-round, Bren adds an explosive high kick, hoof snapping in the air above her head, a move that I recognize from the Muay Thai class I took with her.
It takes Tiana two tries to get it, but when she does, she whoops and Bren leaps up to chest bump her, which has both girls laughing breathlessly.
They circle another time before the song ends and instead of a new one starting up, Napa clicks off his phone and coils his whip.
“Don’t want to exhaust our ponies. I think they both deserve a treat for that display,” he says.
The hoof beats stop and only the sound of the girls’ hard breathing fills the space. Then Bren and Tiana start laughing again as they hug each other. As soon as Tiana releases her, Bren turns to me. I put the whip aside, open my arms, and get a rush of hot, sweaty, happy girl against my chest.
“Have I earned a reward, Sir?” she asks, grinning up at me.
“You have. Do you want it now or later?”
“Your choice, Sir, but can I ask for something specific?”
“Make a request and I’ll consider it.”
“Can I have an anal orgasm, Sir?”
“I’ll take your request under advisement, filly.” I give her an open-mouthed kiss, enjoying the heat of her breath on my lips. “First, I need my mare to wear some of my marks. Are you up for that?”
She shivers but nods. “If you’re going to whip me, can I put my bit in so I have something to bite down on so I don’t scream?”
I don’t have any intention of making her scream, but because I like the mind-fuck, I nod. “Bring it to me and present it on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She trots off to where we’ve set our respective bags and retrieves a black leather face harness with a simple, rubber bit. She goes down on her knees to present it to me and I wonder if the dancing has worked the sass out of her or if she’s just trying to preserve her reward.
“I don’t take rewards away,” I say to reassure her as I smooth down her dreads.
“No, Sir?” She tips her head back and opens her mouth for the bit, while her eyes search mine.
“No, and if my reaction wasn’t praise enough, that was phenomenal, girl. I’ve never seen dancing like that before, but I’d like to see a lot of it in the future.”
She grins as I fit the bit between her lips and cinch the straps under her chin and around the back of her head.
“Good girl,” I stroke her head and cheeks to reinforce the praise before I help her rise—her motion’s much more fluid now, probably because her muscles are warmed up from the dancing—and direct her over to one of the room’s pillories.
It’s a more modern version of an old wooden pillory.
This one restrains only the hands, has a support for the head, and the stand is adjustable.
I bend Bren over it, close the top bar over her wrists, grinning at her little whimper as she’s restrained.
I work the crank on the stand until she’s at an angle that pushes her ass out but won’t wreck her back.
As I’m positioning Brenna, everyone else in the room rearranges themselves.
Javier moves to a chaise in front of the pillories.
As soon as he’s settled, the black-haired sub kneels in front of him and his cock goes down her throat again.
He’s been leisurely face-fucking her for at least fifteen minutes now.
Although Bren’s got very little gag reflex, I wouldn’t make her deep throat me for that long.
Javier’s girl is well trained, or maybe I’m underestimating my own girl.
Logan locks Emily into a pillory next to Bren, facing Javier, and I realize he’s acting as scene monitor.
Since he’s doing it while getting a blow job, that’s some impressive focus.
Logan pulls a table between the two pillories and lays out a couple of floggers on it as well as the signal whip I was using. I nod my thanks to him.
A sharp pop makes me look up and I see Harry cracking a devil’s tongue behind Pence as he prances around the perimeter of the room.
I guess Harry didn’t appreciate Pence dropping out of the trotting competition.
Tiana, on the other hand, is already getting her reward, lying back on a lounger with Napa standing at her head, holding her hoof boots high while Wreck kneels at the other end, his face buried between her spread legs.
Tiana’s breathy moans create an even better soundtrack than that bastardized version of “Kashmir.” I synchronize my breathing to her noises as I pick up the signal whip and walk down Brenna’s side, trailing my hand down her flank.
Her skin’s like velvet under my fingertips, silky over the bone and muscle underneath.
Her back flattens under my touch. She shuffles her hooves against the polished hardwood, spreading her legs, settling into my control.
Her buttery scent teases my nose and I lean down over her back, sweeping her dreads aside so I can lick and kiss her shoulders and saturate myself in that sweet smell.
“Every time I think you can’t please me more, girl, you do. I want you to take five stripes from the whip. Do you consent to five stripes?”
“Yssr.” Although the bit makes her slur a little, and drool adorably, she’s perfectly understandable, which gives me confidence she can use her safe words if she needs to.
“Good girl.” I slide my hand down to her ass and rub each globe hard enough to flush her skin pink.
She wriggles into my touch and hums happily into the bit.
I lay the whip on her back and continue rubbing her ass while I reach around and play with her clit until her muscles are trembling with sexual tension. “Do you want to come, girl?”
“Yssr.”
“You have been exceptional, my girl. If I fuck you for five minutes will you come on my cock like a good little filly?”
“Yssr.”
“Good girl. I want a nice loud scream from my filly when she comes.”
“Yssr.”
I move behind her, unzip just enough to get my cock out, flip her tail up onto her back, and sink into her warm welcome.
Fuck, so good. I Iove this position, particularly when she’s plugged.
I grab two handfuls of her ass and pound into her, without any regard for her pleasure.
She’ll have to manage her own orgasm. I want her to feel used, bred, mastered.
Bren’s grunts and whimpers are nearly drowned by Tiana’s rising moans and the slap-slap of the flogger Logan’s started using on Emily. The deep pop of the devil’s tongue adds to the chorus and I echo each pop with a hard slap to Bren’s clit.
I’m not sure who begins screaming first, but Tiana and Bren wail out the beginnings of their orgasms roughly together.
Only I let Bren howl all the way through nearly a minute of delicious, wet spasms on my cock while Wreck deliberately ruins Tiana’s orgasm, pulling his mouth away, yanking her upright, and shoving his cock down her throat.
He face-fucks her for a few strokes, long enough for her to stop shuddering with pleasure and start choking, before he throws her back on the chaise.
Napa flips her around, tosses her ankles to Wreck, and dives in between her legs.
I don’t know if ruined orgasms are Tiana’s kink or if she’s just so mastered by her two Doms that she doesn’t struggle, but she’s nearly limp between the two men.
When Wreck pulls her ankles high in the air above her head, spreads his legs over her head, and angles his cock into her mouth, she simply tips her head back to accept him.
I have to admire their handling of their sub; their timing is so precise, it’s a thing of beauty.
I enjoy their show while I let my girl relax in the afterglow, lazily rocking my hips and rubbing her back.
“How would you like it if I ruined your orgasms like that, girl?”
“Nrsrr,” Bren mumbles.
“No? It might please me to see you suffer.”