Page 19 of Run, Rabbit, Run

The burn built, and built, and built.

Without warning, she felt a hand around her wrist, eyes snapping open as she gasped.

Demetrius’ face was inches from hers. For a few heartbeats, they were caught in that position, both silent and sizing the other up.

“You almost came, didn’t you?” He paused, contemplative while her eyes burned bright with frustration and ire, “I won’t stop you from coming again. Next time, there will be consequences.”

Her head was swimming with heady desire. Even as the humiliation of being watched washed over her, that shame couldn’t overcome the warmth of pleasure pulsating between her shivering legs.

If she was being forced into this, why couldn’t she also enjoy it? Why shouldn’t she?

Bunny swallowed hard as sweat collected in beads on her forehead. The buzz of the vibrator was now a threatening sound and she dreaded the firm press of it against her swollen clit. Against her better judgment, she slipped it between her legs and was immediately transported to a place of bliss and longing.

Her body began writhing as the pressure built low in her stomach. It made her gasp and whimper as wetness collected between her thighs.

Once the she felt the fire roaring to a blaze in her belly, she stopped stopped, leaving a fierce ache where she longed to be touched.

Bunny lay there, gasping and choking on her own moans as the building pressure inside of her dulled to an urgent throb. She barely registered Demetrius sliding behind her so that she was leaning against his chest. He gently tucked a strand of ginger hair behind her ear, leaning forward to whisper.

“That’s my good girl. See? I knew you could do it.” His warm breath tickled her ear and need flared. She whimpered when he took an earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling as his hands reached around to rub her nipples through her polo and sports bra.

“Please…” Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat immediately after.

What am I doing? This is so wrong. Bunny whined internally, the war inside her coming to a head. This man had kidnapped her, brutalized her, humiliated her, and committed countless unspeakable acts.

Why was she melting under his touch?

“Keep going, Bunny. Twice more.” He murmured, sliding her shirt up so that it rested on top of her tits. Demetrius popped them out of her bra and began pinching them as Bunny mewled under his ministrations. It was intoxicating. It was delicious. It was fucked up.

But so was she.

Her hand dragged down to her center, and she pleasured herself with shaking, sweaty hands as Demetrius continued to murmur words of praise and encouragement in her ear.

Once she had done as he had bidden her, her hand dropped to the ground. Her entire body was shaking with hunger. She wanted more, needed more. He was obviously intent, however, on leaving her wanting for release.

She let her head drop back against his shoulder, leaning so her lips were at his neck. That heady scent that was entirely his made her head spin. Was this Stockholm syndrome? She couldn’t help but think he was forcing her fragile mind into associating him with pleasure.

If he was, it was working.

Bunny pressed her lips gently to his pulse point before whispering, “Please, please more, Demetrius. I need it.” Immediately, he froze. He then relaxed and turned his head to kiss her forehead. “No, you don’t, Bunny. You don’t need it. You want it.”

She groaned in response.

“Time to move on. Get on your back with your legs spread so I can see that pretty, little ass. I want you to put that plug inside of you, and I want to watch.” Demetrius began pinching and teasing her nipples again as he detailed his orders.

Face flushing, Bunny slowly pushed herself up onto her knees and removed her breeches entirely. She reached over for the toy and lube and then twisted onto her back so her body was resting between his legs, feet planted on either side of his thighs. If he wanted a show, he could fucking have one. Perhaps if she played along, she could earn his trust.

With trust would come opportunity.

Coating her long fingers, Bunny stared him in the eye even as her face burned and her chest tightened with embarrassment. Then, they slipped between her legs and past her center.

She made quick work of herself, slipping one finger inside, and then a second, scissoring and twisting them as best she could in the awkward position.

While it would have been easier to ready herself more, she relished in the pinching and discomfort that came with sliding a toy inside of her ass while she was still a little tight. The pain underlined the pleasure.

Bunny winced as she pushed it past the ring of muscle that fought to keep it outside. Rocking it back and forth, Bunny bit her lip gently and let her eyes flutter as a throaty moan bubbled up through her chest.

His muscular hands massaged her calves and his breathing had become decidedly heavier.

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