Page 17 of Tell No One
“When you’ve finished pampering your ponies,” Feely called out, “come back to the house for dinner. The grooms will bring them in.”
“Don’t let me get hurt.” Tag pressed his head into Delaney’s chest, then looked up at him. “Please!”
Delaney nodded, though he was aware he might be unable to stop it happening. The rules of this game had changed.
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The ponies were led into the dining room about an hour later. They were upright, barefoot and no longer wearing the arm coverings, but still in black leather harnesses, still wearing the ears, tails, and cock rings. Delaney wondered if they’d been given Viagra to keep them hard this long.Why am I even wondering?
Tag was brought to Delaney’s side by his groom and shoved to his knees.
“Please only feed them from your fingers,” Norbury called.
Tag kept his lips firmly closed to whatever Delaney tried to give him.
“You want me to fetch you grass?” Delaney asked.
Tag glared up at him and Delaney glared back.It’s your own fucking fault! You should have asked more questions before you said yes!
Delaney did have some sympathy for his situation, but Tag had known he was signing up for a sex party, even if it hadn’t turned out to be quite what he expected. It was just an evening of sex and it wasn’t as if Delaney was going to fuck him. Though he suspected he might have to make it look as if he was. No way would he let anyone get castrated. That wasnotgoing to happen.
Everyone was well on the way to being drunk before they’d started to eat. They’d been plied with alcohol from the moment they’d arrived and owners were now giving alcohol to their ponies. Interestingly, Tag had refused that too and had only accepted water. Delaney had been careful about how much alcohol he’d drunk. He still had a job to do and he needed to drive away from here tonight, not stay in the room he’d been allocated. But he had a problem with that in the shape of a kid who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.
Tag was slumped on his knees, his head down. Delaney wondered what he was thinking. Probably safer not to ask him. Partly because he had a horrible suspicion that he wasn’t going to like what he heard. Which was precisely the reason he should ask him.
The plan could be changed.
Ask him!
Delaney pulled Tag up, yanked him down to sit across his lap and wrapped his arms around him. It was like hugging a block of wood and it sort of told him everything.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?” Delaney whispered into his ear.
“I’ve never sat on anyone’s knee.”
Delaney sighed. “Not that.”
“Pretended to be a pony? No, I haven’t done that either. I’ll tick it off the list. Never had a tail in my arse, nor been hit with a crop, nor had a bit in my mouth, never been threatened with castration, never worn hooves… Hell, I’ll run out of paper.”
“I thinking more on the lines of being paid for strangers to fuck you?”
“Oh. That. No. Never.”
Oh shit.Definitely no more Plan A. He was onto Plan B.
“But you knew when offered so much money that sex expected.” Delaney pretended to nuzzle Tag’s neck and pleaded with his cock to stay limp.It wasn’t listening and Tag was going to notice in a moment.
“I’m not stupid. I guessed. But I didn’t guess this.” Tag gave a heavy sigh. “It’s my fault. I know that. It’s okay. I can do it. Looks like a thousand pounds is my price to do almost anything. It’s just sex. Doesn’t mean anything. I just don’t want…to be whipped or strangled or…have a fucking elastic band put around my balls.” He let out a shuddering breath. “I’m happy with a thousand for going with you. But I don’t want to do more than that.”
You don’t want to do it at all. So it isn’tjust sex. Jesus Christ.Delaney was going to kill Barker. Henry too for that matter.
They were called out of the dining room into a large reception room with lots of chairs and couches. Delaney pulled Tag along using the short rein hanging from his neck. He led him to the far end of the room, then tugged him back onto his lap.
“I get you out of here,” he whispered in Tag’s ear, “but I have to stick around a while. If I leave room, try to keep Norbury and the Master in here. You good at distraction. Be pest. Until I’ve been with you, you should be safe from being touched by anyone. They paid to go after me.”
“They? I thought just the Arab wanted me. Who else have you sold me to? How many men? And to do what? Because I have limits. And you better look more possessive because people are watching.”
Delaney slid his hand up Tag’s back and wrapped his fingers around the leather harness crossing his shoulders. “You don’t have to do anything for anyone.”
