Page 288 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

“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’sorgasm, 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.”

I’m not actually sure whether it would or not. Although I like making Bren feel used, it’s because I can see how hard she kinks on it. She kinks on denial to a lesser degree, and she’s much better being denied after she’s already come, but ruined orgasms are a whole different level of frustration. I’m not sure if Bren would kink on that or just become resentful. Orgasm denial was disastrous with Amy. She wouldn’t admit it, but I’ve always had a suspicion that the orgasm denial play we did during my first long deployment was the proverbial straw for her and precipitated her cheating on me. I don’t believe Bren would react that way, but I don’t want to do anything that drives a wedge between us, either.

She huffs out a breath and murmurs, “Yssr.”

Pleased that whether or not I ever try ruined orgasm play with Bren, the mind-fuck of the idea is effective, I stroke her a few more times before withdrawing and walking around in front. I unclip her bit, fist my cock, and tap the head against her lower lip. “Clean me off, girl.”

She sucks me clean with a will, her eyes rolled up and holding mine. I smile down at her and caress her hollowed cheek with my thumb. Her skin’s so soft, even sticky with sweat. I might have to make the spa a weekly treat for her.

With her trademark sass, still smiling up at me, she rubs her tongue piercing up and down the underside of my shaft. She knows how fast that makes me come. I chuckle and pinch her nose so she can’t breathe. “Behave, filly. Release your Sir’s cock now and I’ll give it back to you later in the place you like the most.”

Her eyes gleam at the words “your Sir” and she opens her mouth to let me withdraw, licking at my slit as my head clears her lips. I release her nose and listen to her take a breath, checking that her breathing’s clear and unobstructed before we continue.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I buckle the bit back between her teeth and stoop to give her a kiss on the forehead before I pick up the whip and walk behind her.