After a great deal of thought, I have decided to continue this one a couple of more chapters just to round it out a bit now that they're home, though the torture, or Hell, is both Sweets' and Booth's now that Bones is in the drivers' seat, so to speak, or is that the saddle? LOL. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.

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Booth was feeling somewhat humiliated as he was on all fours in a g-string that defined the term butt floss in his opinion. He now had a whole world of sympathy for women who wore that stuff for men's entertainment. Not that he didn't before, but he now had firsthand evidence of what he had been a bit uncertain of before. Adding insult to injury Bones had also branded him! Oh not with a hot branding iron, or anything so dramatic, but she had spent an awful lot of time with a permanent fine tip marker creating a brand on his right ass cheek. Her apartment, at least for tonight, was the Dolphin Ranch, so he had a feeling that any brand had a dolphin as a primary element.

What was he doing in this predicament? Simple. He was paying for all the Daddy and Daddy's Girl stuff he'd spouted to that numbskull Sweets for the past year. That stupid idiot hadn't had the foresight to secure the satellite communications, thus tipping off Bones that something was amiss. He should be naked, sweaty, and buried to the hilt inside of Bones right now, but no. He had to pay for his sins, so he was stuck with this bullshit. He only hoped no one ever found out about this or he'd never hear the end of it.

"Oh Boothy," came the voice he loved, but now feared with this getup.

He turned his head and his eyes almost popped out of his skull. There was Bones dressed to kill. By terminal arousal, that is. DAMN! She was completely naked except for a black leather, unbuttoned, three button vest, black leather chaps, a black leather cowgirl hat, black leather gloves, and black, leather, high heeled calf length boots. The vest came across her breasts barely covering her nipples and aureola. Her neatly trimmed pussy was framed by the belt of the chaps and the cutaway design, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was one thing that deeply concerned him, though, and that was the object in her right hand.

"A CATTLE PROD!" he yelped a couple of octaves higher than normal.

Bones chuckled. "Don't worry, it's fake," she assured him. She pressed the end of it against her bare abdomen to demonstrate. "I gave a real one to Daisy," she continued.

Booth's eyes grew wide. "You didn't!" he said with a bit of a cringe.

"Yes, I did," she smiled wickedly. "Miss Wick is quite liberal in her sexual repertoire and I suggested something similar to what we are enjoying this evening. I also gave her a few props, and some suggestions."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Booth muttered.

"With a fake prod it's possible to stimulate the prostate through the perineum," she informed him, almost laughing at the very real cringe that showed on his face.

"Does daisy know it's a real cattle prod?" he asked.

"No."

Booth made a mental note to seriously apologize to Sweets on this one. He may want Sweets to suffer, but getting volts of electricity shot into your prostate and cajones? He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy. It was then that he noticed the delicate scent of Bones arousal as she got near him. He breathed it in just a bit deeper and confirmed his suspicions. She was very aroused. It definitely confirmed her enjoyment of role-playing.

"Now my little horsey," Bones said in a seductive voice as she grasped the reins she had placed on Booth a bit ago, though without a bit as she wanted her horsey to be able to talk. "How about a little bit of grazing?" she offered as she sat down on the couch, her ass towards the edge and her legs spread wide offering her pussy to his passion filled stare. She tugged on the reins urging him forward and she was amused at his eager little canter on all fours towards his special "pie" for the evening. She'd done an anthropological study once on the various slang terms for male and female genitalia and she'd been highly amused at the comparison of a woman's genitals and pie. The comparison fit, she had to admit, but from that point on, which was just after she had entered her long period of celibacy, she had thought of nothing but Booth going down on her and enjoying her "special" pie whenever she imagined her and Booth being together.

Bones was amused as he held his face within a couple of inches of her center, almost literally drinking in the sight. She decided to add a bit of fuel to the fire. "I think that from now on when we're alone you're Boothy," she threw out there. She shifted her hips a bit to let him know that this was much more than a peep show.

Booth was too mesmerized to even care what was being said. Talk about a HEAVENLY sight! His priest was going to be seriously considering excommunicating pool Seeley after his next time in confession. "No problem," he said absently as he leaned his head forward and let his tongue trace the length of her slit from bottom to top, making sure that he spent a moment teasing her clit. The gasp that came from her when he did was music to his ears. Once he heard that he went to town.

Bones almost had heart failure as he literally attacked her pussy in his enthusiasm. He was all over her, it seemed, yet he was steady and methodical, learning all her secrets. It was a heady feeling, and she was lost in it, almost forgetting what was actually going on as she tugged on the reins forcing his head in further between her legs and mashing the lips of her pussy against his mouth. She couldn't help the slight keening sound she made as his nose would nudge her clit every couple of seconds, and when Booth slid his tongue inside of her she exploded in a small, but very powerful, orgasm. She loved having a man eat her out, but she didn't normally have an orgasm that quickly. Her Boothy had just cleared the all important hurdle in their private little steeple chase. She frowned at him when he lifted his head.

"Hey!" she protested. "You haven't finished your appetizer yet," she told him as she shifted her hips letting him know where he was supposed to be lavishing her with oral attention. "Get back to your grazing, Stud," she ordered with a wicked smile.

Booth decided to surprise her a little and have a short whinney as he burrowed his mouth back to what he'd dreamed of for so damn long. He wasn't one of those pansies who couldn't, or rather wouldn't, deliver the goods when the time came. No, Sir. If Bones wanted a prize Stallion, then she got a prize Stallion ready and eager to play, even if he did think it a bit fucked up.

Bones groaned, but loved every second of it. She decided to give him a treat. She pulled back her legs above his back and settled down the heels of her booted feet on his back near the top. What she didn't think he'd seen was the pair of spurs she wore, but not real spurs. These had small balls on the end of the spines of the spurs. The perfect way to massage his back along the spinal column if she did it lightly enough, with a slight bit of pressure. She'd seen how his back was slightly tight when she'd removed his shirt earlier. How couldn't she? She given his perfectly toned and buff body a serious inspection from head to toe. Placing her heels on his back she began running the spurs up and down his spinal column, bringing forth the moan of pleasure she'd expected from him.

"Like that, Boothy?" she purred as he paid special attention to her clit, letting her know he liked what she was doing. She let her head fall back and moaned her own pleasure. "Just keep doing what you're doing and I'll take good care of my prize stud, Boothy," she egged him on. She knew he would know that she was not implying that she had other studs vying for some attention. They'd talked a bit before going to see Sweets and had made it clear to each other that this was their time now to do this right and finally be together.

For the next hour as Bones had several very explosive orgasms and Booth enjoyed his "pie" they gave each other a substantial amount of pleasure. Once Bones had recovered her equilibrium upon Booth finishing his snack, she had commanded her "Stallion" to lay back and she had quickly impaled herself on him and rode him for quite some time, making sure not to let him cum for a while as she wanted to enjoy this. She also teased him a bit.

"I've got the perfect gift for you to give me on my birthday this year," she whispered in his ear as she used her hips to continue stimulating him, but not create too much friction.

"Oh?" Booth asked, barely coherent as he enjoyed what was happening, and glad to have the reigns off.

"You can make me a mold of your cock so I can make a dildo from it for the Sybian I'm thinking of buying. That way I can enjoy my Stallion any time I want to when you're not available," she told him.

"Dream on, Bones," Booth told her deadpan. He gave a couple of powerful upward thrusts to show her that her Stallion had plenty of energy to take care of her needs, and likely to the point that his being away for a short bit, or vice versa, would not be enough to miss him that much.

Bones chuckled as she sped up her hip movements. "Well a girl has to try," she said worked to bring him off now. She had some other fun things planned for him that night. Like christening every room in her apartment beginning with the en suite bathroom where she planned on him making love to her in the jacuzzi tub she'd ordered installed a few weeks ago to be ready when she returned from Maluku.

Five hours later Bones was snuggled up against Booth's side , her head laid on his chest. She was tired, completely sated, and for the first time in a long time she was happy. She could hear Booth breathing steadily and she smiled. She'd managed to wear him out completely. Now that made her feel complete. He was the best lover she'd ever had, and she was beginning to think that it was the braking the laws of physics that he'd talked about a few years before. As she as thinking of all the fun she was going to have with Booth the next day, the phone rang. She reluctantly picked it up and listened as a very worked up Daisy Wick told her what had happened. She told her that she would be there to see for herself the next day and then hung up.

"What's the matter now?" Booth mumbled.

Bones smiled. "Oh, nothing too important," she told him. "Sweets just found out what happens when a real cattle prod is used on his perineum. He'll be in the hospital for a few days recovering."

Booth cringed as he imagined for a brief second how that would feel, as well as noticing that his balls had shriveled up inside him rather quickly. "Bones," he requested.

"Yes, Boothy?" she replied, amused at the strangled tone he used.

"Remind me to never piss you off," he told her. He also made a mental note to make sure that he sent Sweets a get well soon fruit basket. Sweets' must feel like he was in Hell. Bones' laughter was the last thing he heard as he fell back to sleep.

A/N: I'm sorry about the delay, but a few things have kept me from writing like I wanted to. I plan on taking this another chapter or two, but it is winding down. I hope this chapter was a nice tide over for a short bit. Thanks again for all the great reviews and encouragement. Gregg.