Page 86 of Becoming His Pet

Epilogue

“There’s a good girl.” Greg swiped the hair away from Nora’s face, making sure to catch the little strands stuck in the dried saliva on her chin. Pulling her long mane back behind her, he secured it with a brown band. “Next time, you’ll braid this before we get you dressed.” He patted her round, upturned bottom.

Her right foot scraped the ground of the shed, signaling she understood.

“I think hoof boots are the next thing we purchase when we’re in town.” He pushed on her back, between her shoulder blades until she moved down to her knees and dropped to all fours.

He tugged on the bridle around her head, making sure it wasn’t pinching her anywhere before he snapped on the reins. She’d done so good for him, prancing around their back yard.

After getting the mess of the Santinelli family off their backs, they’d spent several months piecing their life together, making their separate lives one.

They’d gone slow, learning everything about each other. She told him about her father, and how she grew up always knowing something was wrong, but never really knowing what it was. And he told her leaving the military hadn’t been as easy for him as he’d let on. He missed the brotherhood. He missed the feeling of responsibility.

The phone call she’d overheard, the one that set her off thinking she couldn’t trust him and made her choose Bernie, had been his commander checking in. He’d wanted to set up a time for them to meet, to talk about his re-enlistment.

But he had Nora now, and there would be no more battlefields for him. No more wondering if he had what it took to be the leader, to protect those around him. With Nora he already had those answers.

He watched his girl wiggle her ass, making that full ponytail swish behind her. She enjoyed the movement in her tight asshole when she wiggled like that. But he had told her to stay still.

“Stop wiggling, pet.” He left her momentarily to snag the crop from the wall. “You did good on your trot, don’t ruin it now.” He snapped the crop across her ass.

She groaned and put her head down, raising her ass higher. She wanted more of that. Such a good fucking pony.

He squatted down beside her, reaching beneath her and flicking the little bells he had clipped to her nipples. She whined and threw her head back again. Drool slipped from her mouth and puddled into the dirt below her.

“I do love that sound.” He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to ride you until you scream, pet. Would you like that?” He trailed the tip of the riding crop down her back and smacked her ass again with it.

She picked up her right knee and tapped the ground with it. “Such a perfect pet.” He gave her another kiss then moved around to her ass.

He flipped up her tail, giving it a little tug for her benefit and pulled his cock out of his jeans.

She wiggled in anticipation, and he wouldn’t make her wait. He’d already played with her longer than he’d planned, and she deserved a good fucking.

Picking up the reins, he wound the right in one fist and plowed into her. She moaned while he fucked her.

“Greg,” she cried. Even with the wooden bit between her teeth he could make out his name and hear the urgency in her.

The bells rang out as he plowed into her again and again.

He reached below her, finding her swollen clit. He’d ignored it all afternoon, knowing how needy his girl would be when the time came for her to take her fucking.

With one touch, she threw her head back, bucked back at him, and began to meet every thrust with her own force. Damn, he loved this woman.

“Don’t go over the edge yet, pet.” He slipped out of her, grinning at the pained groan she gifted him. He quickly grabbed the oil he’d set out and made his way back to her upturned ass. “I think it’s time I take this last bit of you.”

She flicked her head back to look at him, but he moved behind her, not letting her get a good glance.

Greg tugged on the tail, pulling it out of her ass and watched the ring of muscle to be sure it didn’t immediately contract shut. Perfect. She was ready.

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