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tip against his unmoving lips and tongue.
    And then I feel the sucking.
    The heat between my legs is unbearable. I’m not sure whether I’m breaking the rules but I don’t care. I wriggle closer and sit on his cock, crying out at the glide of his smooth hardness inside me. Bucking against him, I bend my mouth to his ear.
    “What question?”
    You said, “I’d be thinking.” What does it mean?
    Possibly his bronze ears don’t work very well, but more likely this is some kind of riddle. Master had called it a “trial” after all.
    But I can no longer focus on the question. I feel the cold, hard hands on my hips, tugging and thrusting. His mouth hinges open wide, taking almost my whole breast in his mouth. One hand rises to play with the still-clamped nipple of the other breast.
    I think about Master’s cock, and his long, slow tease on the walk through the woods. I glance at him—find him grasping his cock without stroking, his eyes locked on me.
    With a slow smile I throw my arms around the Thinker’s neck, mashing my breasts against his face, and shove my hips forward, forcing the climax through my body.
    I give a shout of release, riding him hard until his body begins to slow.
    He’s bending already, I realize, resuming his former posture. With a yelp I slip off his lap before his elbow descends to his knee.
    I turn to Master. His stare is hard as his cock, but his hands now hang stiffly at his sides.
    “Come,” he orders.
    I can’t help smiling at the innuendo.
    “On your knees,” he says as I move to stand before him.
    I kneel. As a show of obedience—and because I miss the sensation—I lift the nipple clamp and reaffix it. Then I bow my head.
    “What is he thinking about, Nymphet?”
    “The nature of thought, Master.”
    Ten beats of silence pass before he replies, “A satisfactory answer. You have passed your first trial.”
    I raise my head, but before I can speak he’s grabbed hold of my hair. “In the process, I’m afraid you’ve broken the rules, and that cannot go unpunished.”
    My mouth opens to protest, but he yanks me forward and fills it with his cock. Both hands twine in my hair now, and he rides my mouth hard, the head of his cock bumping into my throat. I’m choking before I remember to breathe through my nose, but he never lets up.
    I gaze up at him, the word in my mouth. But I don’t use it. I couldn’t if I wanted to, with my speaking parts wrapped around
him
. And I’ve half begun to believe that it wouldn’t work anyway.
    Suddenly he releases me and withdraws, so quickly I pitch forward onto the ground. His hoof comes down on my back, and I listen to both of us panting. Then I feel his hands on me, grabbing my wrists, and the pinch of a chain as he further binds me.
    “What have I done to displease you, Master?” My voice comes out a frightened sob, but every nerve in my body is alive with want.
    He leans close, muttering in my ear, “I didn’t give you permission to come.”
    “I’m sorry, Master. Let me…” My breath works me so hard it’s difficult to speak. “Let me please you. Let me suck you.”
    He laughs and tugs me to my feet, reaffixing my leash above my rapidly rising and falling breasts.
    “You’ve yet to earn the granting of such requests.”
    He turns his back on me, almost pulling me down with the force he applies to my leash.
    Le Hameau
    I match Master’s pace as best I can as he leads me through the forest. A vine catches my ankle and I pitch forward, yelping as I anticipate the ground meeting my face—my hands are bound behind me.
    Suddenly, somehow, he’s there, catching me.
    My cheek presses against his sternum. His flesh is warm and brown, smelling of sandalwood. The animal lower half of him tickles my naked flesh, but the fur is soft as feathers.
    For a moment, I’m sure I feel him breathing into my hair, but then he’s righted me, not even meeting my gaze as he turns back down the path.
    The river accompanies us for maybe half a