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290 pages, Paperback
First published July 30, 2017
“On your knees at Master’s feet. That’s the only way you’ll get any food.”
“What?” I half laugh.
“No food goes in that mouth except what I place there. And no pleasure is allowed except what I give you. You will learn to submit to me in all things. Including trusting me for every bite of nourishment.”
“It doesn’t make me happy, Pet. I need to keep my things safe and to do that, I need order. Discipline. A horse that’s not broken is a danger to itself and everyone around it.”
“Blankets. Sunscreen for tomorrow. A gallon of water. I also brought you a little something extra to help you through.”
I can only stand there, a little stunned as he walks over to the basket. He pulls out a bottle of something. And what looks like a dog bowl.
A goddamned dog bowl.
“What are—?”
Which is when he lets it fly.
It lands over my head, right over my shoulders. He cinches it tight.
You heard me right.
The bastard just lassoed me like I’m a damn stock animal.
It’s a large, flat brush.
Is that a…?
A horse brush. He’s teasing my clit with a fucking horse brush.
Grooming can be a sweet time of connection between Master and mare,” his teeth nip harder still, right at the skin behind my earlobe, which sends shivers up and down my entire body, “because she learns to trust that he knows just the way she likes to be stroked.”

“Well did you stick any farm implements up a fucking horse’s cooch?”
I get the eyebrow lift for that one. “No, I am not into bestiality.”

But when I look down and crane my neck so I can see between my legs, I see that it’s not any part of him sliding inside me. No, it’s some kind of wooden pole with a… is that a condom over it?
“Steady,” he warns, his hand firm on my back.
But when I look behind me and I see that holy shit—he’s feeding the grip handle end of the fucking pitchfork inside me.

