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As though on cue, Demetrius opened a door and grinned viciously at her. “Come along, Bunny.” He purred, eyes glinting.

Chapter Eight

The tack room was as stunning as the rest of the facility. Expensive saddles were neatly lined on one wall, the opposing side made up of gleaming wooden lockers. The marble and steel kitchenette to the right was gorgeous. There was no doubt they’d also have a lounge… or two, or three. She’d love to see those rooms.

Bunny snapped out of her starstruck daze when Demetrius cleared his throat, standing in front of a door at the far end of the room. He lifted his hand and used his pointer finger to beckon her forward.

Bunny obliged immediately, even as her stomach began turning. For once, he didn’t make her crawl. For this, she was thankful.

They walked into the bathroom and she immediately felt her heart drop deep in her belly. It was a large room with a washer and dryer. But her attention was on the blanket spread on the floor. And then to the toys laid on it.

Did he bring her here just to lift her so he could watch her crash back down into despair?

“Don’t look so glum, little Bun’. You’re absolutely going to ride today, and probably higher quality horseflesh than you’ve ever sat on.” His voice was quiet but still deafening in the space between them.

When he reached out for her, she flinched, breathing hard through her nose. While she was sure he noticed, Demetrius didn’t react to it. Instead, he undid the gag and pulled it.

Bunny worked her jaw a bit, raising a hand to rub the sore joints. She didn’t dare speak a word for fear that he’d wrestle her to the ground and put the gag back in place.

Everything was silent for a moment, Bunny looking at him out of the corner of her eye, and Demetrius staring back passively.

And then his soft murmur shattered the quiet, “Kneel on the blanket.”

Bunny froze for a few seconds. Then, she stiffly shuffled over to the blanket and bent down to get into position. She could feel a subtle flutter between her legs, an aching she quelled by squeezing her thighs together. The tug-of-war between body and mind had began anew.

Demetrius slowly crouched to the floor. His hands were clasped, wrists resting on his knees. “I want to watch you play with yourself, Bunny. You’re going to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm three times, and then you’re going to take the plug and fill your ass.” Bunny’s stomach tightened, a horrifying realization dawning as she realized his intentions.

This man planned on making her ride a horse while stuffed with that toy. He was more than a psycho. He was clearly a sadist.

“Do you understand?” He whispered, black eyes boring into her blue-green gaze.

“Yes.” She whispered back, unable to break the optical connection between them.

From there, without taking her eyes off his face, she reached over and felt for the vibrator. It was a small thing she knew would likely pack more power than seemed possible.

She took a deep breath before scooting back until her mid-back rested against the wall. Sliding down and bending her knees, she spread her feet so that he had a full view of her still-clothed body. She’d consider it a victory if she could get away with not taking anything off.

God knew not much else was.

Demetrius said nothing, although the corners of his mouth lifted so slightly that she would have missed it if she wasn’t scouring his face for approval.

With shaking fingers, Bunny undid the button of her breeches and slid the zipper down slowly. They were smooth as butter and clung beautifully to her skin… which meant she would have to pull them down further than she would have liked to get access to her clit.

Her fingers found the space between skin and pants, pulling until her naked mound appeared, and then even more until her pussy was bared to Demetrius’ hungry gaze. The vibrator shook. Not because she had turned it on, but because her hands had begun trembling.

In any other situation, this would have been exceedingly hot. She would be melting under the sultry glare of this brooding suitor.

“You have very little self-control, Bunny. We’re going to fix that. If you’re a good girl, I might even bring you back here on occasion.”

At that, she punched the vibrator’s button, a thumb holding it down until it buzzed to life.

“Higher.” He whispered, a grin unfurling.

She obeyed, pressing twice more until her pussy began to throb in anticipation, her body betraying her stifled desires.

“Pleasure yourself.” Another smokey whisper.

Bunny’s head fell back, mouth opening and eyes squeezing shut, as she pressed the tip of the vibrator to her clit. The vibrations were strong enough to be felt in her lower abdomen, which was tightening in anticipation of her growing orgasm.

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