Page 17 of Run, Rabbit, Run

She barely noticed him pulling her pants down as she attempted to keep the black spots in her vision at bay. Strings of spit escaped her gaping mouth while her eyes bulged. He was suffocating her.

“You did this to yourself, Bunny. Calm down,” Demetrius said over her choking.

From there, he pulled down the zippers on her boots and yanked both off her feet, followed by her breeches. Even while removing her clothing from their current position was awkward, he managed it.

Demetrius swung his leg back over to her other side. Finally, there was blessed relief as he allowed the belt to slacken slightly. Bunny planted her bright red face on the ground, head spinning.

“That’s my perfect girl,” Demetrius had put his lips next to her head, and she could feel them brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke, “You’re so pretty when you’re struggling to breathe, you know that? Maybe next time I’ll let you choke on my cock instead of my belt.”

Bunny stiffened as she realized he was planning on burying himself inside of her long before her body was ready. She wasn’t exactly dripping with desire.

But apparently, Demetrius had planned for this. He stood and pulled her with him using the belt. “Stand still, Bunny,” he said before kneeling, putting his hand between her legs to grab the belt that dangled down her back again and pull her head back with it. Then, he placed his mouth at her core.

She yelped at the juxtaposition of his hot breath mixing with the cool morning air. She yelped again as he thrusted his tongue into her slit, running it slowly up to her clit which he began sucking on gently. Bunny lost balance, hands threading into his hair to help hold herself up.

Between his tongue exploring her most sensitive parts and the belt pulling her backward, she was more than unsteady. The hold she had on him only served to grind her sensitive cunt into his face, however.

Warmth collected in her belly as pain, fear, adrenaline, and pleasure mingled. Becoming dizzier and dizzier, Bunny hoped giving into her carnality was ultimately his desired outcome. With a last burst of energy, she began rocking her hips into his face, choked moans gargling up.

Sweet release came in that instant as Demetrius allowed the belt to loosen. It wasn’t much slack, but enough so she could think straight again.

Bunny whimpered as her legs began to shake, and Demetrius rewarded her by bringing in his other hand to assist his tongue. She could feel her slick pussy easily accept two of his fingers, which curled deliciously inside of her.

Sensing her instability, Demetrius let go of the belt and wrapped his now free hand around her waist to help keep her standing. He then continued to work her, swirling his tongue around her sensitive bud while keeping his fingers busy twisting and curling and thrusting.

She practically howled with frustrated pleasure, furious that her body was once more betraying her arousal. This was all wrong. It was so wrong. Demetrius paused his ministrations for a moment to speak.

“See? I told you next time I was on my knees it would be to make you scream for me,” Even as his belt released its tyrant hold on her neck, Demetrius’ charcoal-dark whisper wrapped around her throat like a noose.

He then grabbed her waist and took her to the ground none too gently. In an instant, he was on top of her, his legs parting hers.

“Now you should be ready to take it, naughty girl,” Demetrius growled, before sliding himself into her up to the hilt.

She moaned and bucked into his hips, matching his rhythm so he slammed deep inside of her with every thrust. As the heat built in her belly and her pussy began to ache with need, she cried out, “Can- can I come? Please, I need to come, Demetrius”

She felt him pause before he started pounding into her harder than before. “Say it again. Fucking say my name again,” He roared.

“Demetrius,” She wailed into the frosted air, and he granted her permission. As soon as he did, Bunny was in free fall, her entire body wracking as her climax slammed through her.

When he finished, Demetrius gently dressed her, wiped away her tears, and held Bunny tightly in his arms.

“This could be so good for you if you just learned how to let go,” He whispered into her soft hair, leaving behind a gentle kiss. She shook and whimpered in response, but clung to him all the same.

When they stood, he helped her, holding Bunny close to his chest while she found her strength again. Even while she accepted his help, Bunny felt the stirrings of shame deep inside her. Or was it pleasure? She was beginning to have a hard time telling the two apart.

The pair walked back to the car side-by-side. Bunny felt spent and leaned on Demetrius to keep from falling back over. Her weary eyes quickly found Michael as they turned the corner into the parking lot.

He was casually looking at absolutely nothing, hands in his pockets, slightly flushed. Coward. He’s an absolute fucking coward, She thought.

Once they were at the trunk, Demetrius picked her up to place her inside, pausing to cradle her to his chest. Finally, he fastened the ball gag around her head once more.

The trunk slammed and all was dark.

The facility was breathtaking. Bunny stared in awe at the gorgeous arches that marked the entrance to the main barn, clearly crafted with expert care on a limitless budget. If it weren’t for the gag, her mouth would have dropped.

Michael stayed behind with the car. Her nose had wrinkled as he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, filling the space around them with an acrid scent as he blew the smoke out. Bunny had never been a fan of the smell. It reminded her too much of her childhood home.

She was slightly sore from being jostled in the trunk after the chase down the road, but that was all quickly forgotten as they began walking down the aisle. Each stall had a magnificent animal standing inside of it, all warmbloods. This was the facility of her dreams... But she suspected her captor was about to turn ir into a nightmare.

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