My Pretty Ponygirl (The Billionaire's Pet Slave)

By Jenevieve DeBeers

Sometimes a girl's just gotta pony up to get the man of her deepest desires.

Sylvie is a receptionist by day, who transforms into a sexy midnight cowgirl when it's time to let her hair down and have some fun. She has set her sights on billionaire bachelor Brett Stirling, the city's most eligible cowboy. But Brett's an alpha male with a taste for absolute control of his beautiful lovers...his pets. Will Sylvie be able to lose her inhibitions and pony up to this challenge? What will Sylvie discover about her deepest self? How far will she go to win the man of her dreams? Come and follow her entry into the BDSM world of pony play, of powerful masters and pretty ponygirls, of domination and sweetest submission.

Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between consenting adults, pony play, bondage and discipline, multiple partners, role playing, and extreme sex acts.

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Excerpt:
"The next command and position I'm going to teach you is 'forward,'" he said. "That is the command for you to roll forward onto all fours. Do it. Forward."

Sylvie moved to all fours atop the seat. Brett shifted positions, moving directly behind her and forced her legs wider. His hands stroked her butt cheeks, soft and sensuously. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of a man's hands on her body. She was getting all tingly hot inside, knowing she was in the perfect position for him to enjoy what she had to offer.

A tiny gasp escaped her when his thumb slid into her butt crack, under her thong, brushing lightly across her butt hole and then her nether lips. When it came back up she realized just how wet she was, as his thumb spread her juices up and up.

"Next command and position," he said. "Present. Present is the command for you to drop to your elbows, hands pointing forward and pressed flat on the floor. You will also bow your back and thus present your lovely girly delights to one and all who wish to enjoy them. So...Present."

Sylvie obeyed, going to her elbows, back bowed and butt thrust enticingly up. He pulled her thongs down to her knees. She felt so wickedly vulnerable to exploitation. Her skin goose-fleshed and she began panting lightly.

Brett took his sweet time. She heard the rustle of clothing being removed behind her, but fought the urge to look back over her shoulder. Somehow she knew he would disapprove, and she desperately wanted to please him. Hands on her butt let her know he was back and ready to go.

“My pretty ponygirl,” he whispered. He tapped the small of her back, right below the cincher. “I forgot the tail.” His fingers circled her butt hole, which tightened up.

About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmokinHotPress
• Release date: Sep 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301317943

Jenevieve DeBeers

Jenevieve is a lover and writer of erotica.

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MY PRETTY PONYGIRL

By

Jenevieve DeBeers

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Copyright 2012 by Jenevieve DeBeers

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The End - Please consider reading these other titles

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My Pretty Ponygirl

Sylvie Delgado was feeling good. The dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty was dancing with the hottest cowboy in the club, and looking good in her cowboy hat, pink tank top, and snug jeans. She had on a new pair of dark pink cowboy boots and big silver hoops. Other girls were giving her the evil eye.

Best of all, her dance partner was none other than Brett Stirling. Brett was the city's reigning king of celebrities. He was a recently retired pro quarterback who made billions with his off-field investments. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with an amazing body. And best of all, in her mind, he owned and lived on a large working ranch north of town.

Sylvie fancied herself a cowgirl, so loved anything and everything cowboy. All of her boyfriends had been cowboys, though most were the drug-store cowboy variety. Brett actually owned a ranch and raised cattle. That was the best kind of cowboy.

With her hands in the air, Sylvie thrust her butt back and rubbed it across Brett's crotch. He ground himself into her butt, and gave her sweet round ass a couple of firm bootie slaps. People were glancing at their antics, but she didn't care. Sylvie was having the time of her life.

I'm going to rock your world tonight, she thought as she leaned back into Brett, reaching her hands back behind his neck as his hands stroked her belly and sides. He was exploring every wild curve of her firm, young body. Brett was barely avoiding touching her girl bits, and it was driving her crazy. Sylvie wanted his those big, strong hands on her most private parts so badly it hurt. I'm going to ride you all night long, cowboy.

Rolling her head back onto his shoulder, she looked up and caught his eyes. Their connection was intense and sucked the air out of her lungs. His hands came up to cop a quick feel, sending ripples through her body. He leaned down, and her lips parted as she offered them up to him.

Mmm, she groaned as their lips met, and melted into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lip gloss made their kiss feel so slippery sexy, she moaned again, and ground her butt into his crotch. He had a major woody, and a sultry smile started to curl her lips. His hands came up again, and didn't leave her boobs this time. Sylvie savored the feel of them on her boobs, and cursed the tank top and bra separating them. Ay caramba, Brett. You're making me crazy.

The song's not over, he said, his voice deep and husky. Sylvia felt a thrill race up her spine, because he was just as turned on as she was, if not more. He kissed her again. We have another minute to bump and grind against each other, baby.

Sylvie palmed the back of his head, and pulled him down into a fierce, lusty open-mouth kiss, and thrust her tongue in deep. At the same time she ground her right butt cheek into his boner. Brett's hands were all over her breasts.

Take me back to the table, and I'll take care of that big boner in your pants, she whispered.

You'll go down on me here in the club?

If that's what you want, she said, giving him her best sultry smile. But I prefer reverse cowgirl. She tapped the brim of her cowboy hat. Being a wild and wanton cowgirl and all.

Hell yeah, baby, let's go get it on, he said, taking her hand and leading her off the dance floor.

Sylvie noticed a lot of nasty looks for the other women. She winked at them. They were just jealous that she scored the most eligible bachelor in the city. One might argue that a twenty-two year old was too young for a worldly thirty-five year old man. Sylvie wasn't one of them. She liked her men a little older.

Here, have a double, Brett said when they reached the table. He poured her some gin and handed it to her. It'll limber you up.

Accepting the glass, Sylvie just slammed it down and pounded the glass onto the table.

Whoa. Good shit, but I prefer tequila, she said, loving the burn. Sylvie wagged her brows suggestively at him. But I don't need it. I'm very, very limber.

I bet you are, Sylvie, but booze doesn't limber up your body, he said. It limbers up your inhibitions. If you know what I mean.

She threw her head back and laughed. Yes! Don't I know it. When I'm drunk, I'll do anything. And I do mean any fucking thing.

Emphasis on the 'fucking?' Brett said.

Exactly, she said, noticing him getting a lot more excited. Though, it did make her wonder what he had in mind that made him think she needed to have her few inhibitions loosened up. Sylvie snuggled up close as they stood beside the table, and enjoyed how his arms went around her and held her tight. She kissed his chin, and then traced his lips with the tip of her finger. Have you decided what you want? You want me to go down on you, or will it be reverse cowgirl?

Hmm, as much as I love getting a great BJ, getting reverse cowgirl from a real live cowgirl is just too enticing to pass up, he said. It would be nice if you lost the top and bra.

I bet it would. Everyone in the club would enjoy that, Sylvie said, grinning wickedly. But why don't I just lose the bra, and you reach up under my shirt?

Why don't the two of you just leave, a new voice said.

Brett stiffened, his arms tightening around her. Sylvie looked over her shoulder to find two of the club's black-clad bouncers giving them the evil eye. It looked like they expected trouble. Brett had a reputation as a tough guy, as someone who couldn't be pushed around. He had the physique and the money to back it up.

Patrons are beginning to complain about you two, the other bouncer said. "You have