Page 118 of Forfeits

“Oh,” I said, crossing my wrists behind me. “In the top drawer on the right.”

“I won’t use any that look expensive, but I need a couple of them.”

He returned to me and used one tie to bind my wrists together and another over my eyes.

“You know, when horses are anxious and scared, a blindfold can calm them down.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice quiet and subdued.

“It forces them to place their focus inward, be in the moment and not to worry about their surroundings,” he said, in a calm, steady voice. “I want you to pay attention to your body and what I’m going to do with it—and on the things you can hear and smell around you. I want you to know that you are in a safe space with me. You believe that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your safeword, Fletcher?”

“It’s ‘lamp’.”

“That’s right. Use it if you need to. I won’t be mad.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to keep talking to you, but I want you to be silent, unless there’s something you need to say. Ponies don’t talk, of course, and I want you to be my Treasure right now and nothing more.”

I gave him a nod, already feeling the stress of the evening beginning to dissipate.

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

And he was gone.

I focused on the ambient sounds of the room around me and the rest of the house. The HVAC fan hummed and the clock on my wall made a soft, steady ticking. I’d never been more grateful for it than in this moment. It was the rhythm of a heartbeat, the memory of an in-the-womb sense of security, and it imbued me with calm.

Aiden rustled around in the ensuite, opening drawers and closing them. Finally, I heard him return to the bedroom. He laid a palm on my flank as he leaned into my ear.

“Is the black brush with the soft bristles yours?”

I nodded.

“All right. I’m going to use it to groom you.”

I nodded again and licked my lips.

When Aiden began to draw the brush along my skin, I focused on the soothing sensation and on the strength behind Aiden’s gentle care. He could have used the back of the brush on my ass—I wouldn’t have complained and a part of me wanted to ask for it. Instead, he gently caressed my skin with it, stroking me everywhere, in intimate and not-so-intimate places, while I felt my muscles unclench and relax.

Soon, a different kind of tension built, and I turned some of my focus to that.

Aiden noticed.

“You’re feeling better, my pretty pony.”

He stroked his fingers along my erection. I groaned and shifted my bare feet.

“Oh, my Treasure is a very sweet, very obedient pony,” he murmured, playing his fingers over my length, cupping my balls, and otherwise making me desperate, “I’m going to take care of this for you.”

I didn’t fully comprehend what he meant until air currents suggested he’d moved, right before his warm mouth engulfed my cock.

I gasped as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer.

“Oh fuck,” I grunted.

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