Page 32 of Run, Rabbit, Run

Oh, God, holy shit, she thought as she listened to them make out, even her thoughts slurred. She couldn’t help but feel another wave of lust settle over her. It was just so goddamn hot.

The tobacco-haired man turned his head and captured her lips in his, while the blonde nibbled on her earlobe. The pair continued to switch between making out with each other, switching to Bunny, while exploring all three bodies with their hands.

Demetrius had stood up, setting his now empty glass down, and stumbled over to her. His cock had fallen to half-mast but was quickly swelling again with her hot breath clouding around it as she puffed with the effort of taking both cocks at once.

“Suck.” His command rang out among the groans and grunts of the other two men, and she complied immediately, attracted to the idea of yet more stimulation.

He tasted slightly salty, precum having beaded at the peak of his manhood.

She rocked her head back and forth, working hard to take him further and further until he was practically down her throat.

Bunny was spiraling rapidly, vibrating with the pleasure that was now explosive in her belly. She pulled her mouth from his cock and looked up at him, spit forming a string between the tip and her lips.

“Can I come?” She wailed, overcome with the potent rapture that was breaking through the drug-induced haze.

Demetrius stared down at her, eyes shining with a lust she had not seen in them before, “Yes,” he grabbed her chin and continued, “But don’t you dare look away from me while you do.”

Bunny was sent flying over the edge into a brilliant nothingness. The room dissolved around her and she could only see Demetrius; his parted lips, his lupine eyes. His ravenous expression deepened as he visually devoured her while she came. She locked onto his gaze even as everything else was lost to sight, mouth open and eyes widening to saucers.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. She was so full, and two sets of hands were caressing and pinching and gently circling in all the right places. In this pleasure that stole nearly all her senses, Bunny could hardly hear the men around her all finding their climax in unison.

She realized she was suddenly sobbing, almost hysterically, as the other two pulled out of her. Demetrius quickly drew her to his chest, rocking her back and forth. Bunny balled herself up in his lap. He peppered gentle kisses across her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

“Bunny, love, you’re okay,” He whispered as he tightened his hold, hushing and soothing her as she continued to cry uncontrollably.

Snot bubbled from her nose and Demetrius grabbed a shirt from next to him, wiping away the nastiness as it dripped.

“Hey, what the fuck? That’s my shirt!” One of the men exclaimed.

“Find a different one. Get out,” Demetrius hissed, and Bunny briefly questioned his tone. He seemed in a bad mood for somebody who had likely just finished fulfilling one of his darkest fantasies.

She couldn’t make herself care, though. She only wanted to curl closer to him, holding onto his arm with a tightly gripped hand, desperate for contact.

“Oh, my Bunny,” He whispered, nuzzling her face, “My darling girl. Let’s clean you up.”

He had carried her bridal style to the bathroom once again. It was becoming a habit she was sure would become set in stone as the days passed, and those days would turn into weeks. But would they turn to months? Years? How long was he planning on keeping her? And what was his plan if he grew tired of using her as his fuck toy?

Bunny banished the train of thought. So far, he seemed rather fond of her, and she was beginning to feel the stirrings of attachment somewhere deep inside of herself.

Demetrius laid her down on the floor and began readying a bath. He had dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and a black shirt that clung to his muscular body. In her altered state, Bunny could only think of what a mouthwatering man he was.

The cool tiles felt refreshing against her hot skin. She could feel the ache between her legs building as she shifted to expose more skin to the floor. Her thighs were sticky with the come of the men who had used her freely just moments before. It leaked steadily from both holes.

Demetrius was back, lifting her and lowering her into the steaming water. As she lay soaking, he placed a bath bomb in the water.

“Mmmmm,” Bunny was still feeling the effects of the Xanax, the bath adding a new layer of weightlessness to her already floating body. It felt incredible. This was possibly the happiest moment of her life. Although, that was likely the Xanax speaking.

Demetrius sighed, pushing her hair back, and gently cleaning her face with a washcloth. It was wonderfully soft and she relished in the feeling of being taken care of. She felt like a small child again, but instead of bruises and screaming, she was enjoying the tender care that she should have been afforded to her all along.

Demetrius continued wiping her body down, paying extra attention between her legs to wash away the thick liquid coating her.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” She whispered, looking at him from under her thick lashes, eyelids drooping with fatigue.

“Because you deserve it, my love,” He whispered back, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb along the apple of her cheek. His words made her eyes brim with tears again, and she let loose a choking sob, suddenly overcome with grief; for her childhood, for her current situation, for all the brokenness inside of her that she refused to face.

Demetrius drained the tub while she wept loudly into the side of it. He turned on the shower and quickly stood her up, the water soaking him as he worked to wash the suds from her body. Once satisfied that she was clean, he turned off the spray, then wrapped her in a steaming, fluffy towel pulled from the warmer next to the shower.

She collapsed into his arms, burying her face in his chest. “It’s not fair, Demetrius. It was never fair,” She screamed, emotional release in full swing.

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