The Red Velvet Horse (Siren Publishing Allure) by Iona Blair Read Free Book Online

goings-on, like birchings, bondage and bum fuckings.”
     
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    “Wow,” April whistled. The Red Velvet Horse sounded like a raunchy piece of property. An absolute must have for the connoisseur of the erotic and taboo.
    She recalled a basement sexarium that an old friend of hers had had. Complete with wall manacles, whipping stool, and ceiling mirrors. But this horse––Neddy––was at once so classy and verboten that all the usual standard type of sexual equipment would pale by comparison.
    Quickly leafing through a Collector’s Guide to the Erotic, which featured such items as a bench with handcuffs, and two-way mirrors, she came across a similar device, although not as opulent looking as the plush velvet horse of Hannah’s experience.
    By golly I’m going to order it, she decided on impulse. Compelled by a force stronger than time, to act out the sexual adventures of a nineteenth-century femme fatale.
     
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    The western horizon was streaked with bands of pink, gold and purple, as twilight descended.
    April turned down the oil lamp in the small room off the kitchen, which she had furnished in authentic nineteenth century style. She even had a recording of horses’ hooves playing on the stereo to add to the atmosphere. Her hair was swept up in an elaborate bun and she wore a sequined black dress trimmed with ermine and buttoned high-heel boots.
    “Let’s have a glass of sherry while we’re waiting for dinner,” she suggested to Holt, who was also dressed for the part in a high-necked pin striped shirt with matching cravat.
    Clinking their glasses together, they drank to Hannah’s memory. The glow from the candles on the rosewood table reflected in the rich amber liquid.
    The strong tingle of excitement that had been spiraling from deep within April’s groin all evening had now spread tantalizingly throughout her entire body. And, as she eyed Holt from beneath curling lashes, she fantasized wickedly about what the grand finale was going to be.
    For the vaulting horse designed for sexual high jinks had arrived, and was now set up ready and waiting for them in the darkened far corner of the room.
    “You’re looking absolutely ravishing tonight.” Holt sat down beside her on the striped Regency sofa. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, a great passion smoldered in his devastatingly blue eyes.
    “Mmm...yes…” April moaned with pleasure as his tongue found hers and explored it with a rhythmic tension that left her breathless with desire.
    Then he ran his hand under her dress and caressed her black-stocking clad leg from calf to thigh. “You smell so good,” he murmured hotly, referring to the lavender water she had dabbed on her wrists, neck and behind her knees.
    She raked her fingernails down his buttoned crotch and twisted her leg over his in an uninhibited gesture of raw desire. “I think it’s time for Neddy.” It was the erotic session she had been looking forward to for weeks.
    With the hypnotic clip-clop of horses’ hooves playing softly in the background, and the flaring of the oil lamp sending eerie shadows up the walls, April climbed up on the padded horse, then prostrated herself across it with her bottom raised high in the air.
    “God, but you have a lovely ass.” Holt’s voice cracked with passion. He tossed her skirts over her head, yanked down her under-drawers, and grasped her firmly by the waist.
    He stood on a small stool to the rear of the horse that brought him up to an ideal level for entering her smoothly and masterfully.
    “Oh God,” she groaned as if in pain, as his rigid cock poked deep within her gurgling sluice gate of a cunt. “Oh my lord…”
    Then he rode her with superhuman energy until they both convulsed in one great hammer blow of a climax.
    “This Neddy is one neat idea.” Holt’s fair skin looked flushed in the flickering light from the log fire.
    April moaned and swished her bottom around, willing him to