Page 27 of Run, Rabbit, Run

The rest of the shower went smoothly. He insisted on washing her body, telling her he needed to take responsibility for his pretty, little pet. Bunny retorted that people who fucked their pets belonged in prison, earning a hard smack on her ass. He had also put her collar back on once she was dry enough, telling her, “We wouldn’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

Bunny was too tired at that point to even say anything. Perhaps this was it; he was breaking her down, bit by bit. She knew his ultimate goal was to dampen her spirit and bring her to heel. To her disgust, it might be working.

The bed beneath her felt blissfully soft.Demetrius had laid her down gently on it before walking to the bathroom and back. He held a couple of bottles and a box of bandages.

Once he had made his way back over, he put everything on the bedside table. Bunny eyed everything suspiciously. She didn’t trust him.

He started with her feet. She hadn’t noticed the tiny squeezable bottle of antibacterial ointment, but she was grateful for it as soon as he sat down and began applying it to the scrapes. Demetrius’ touch was light but thoroughly ensured every scratch was satisfactorily tended.

Next, he picked up a bottle of massage oil. Bunny perked up at that and then deflated. Is he going to make me give him a fucking massage? The thought was bitter and suspicious, but she couldn’t be blamed for being wary of his often dubious intentions.

Instead of asking her to rub him down, he poured a cold trail down her spine, and she squirmed in response. He smiled.

Demetrius obviously knew what he was doing, and Bunny quickly found herself moaning into the bed as he worked her tight muscles. He was gentle in deference to her already aching body. This went on for what seemed far too long but was also far too short a time. He covered her entire body, leaving no inch untouched by his kneading hands. Once he was done, he kissed her temple and whispered, “Rest now, Bunny. We’ll play again later tonight for dinner.”

Chapter Twelve

Bunny woke up to a booming knock. She sleepily raised her head just in time to see Michael pop his head into the room.

“I figured you’d probably be late if I didn’t wake you up. God knows I have enough to do and now I have to watch out for your dumbass, too.” He grumbled, doing his best to look away from her naked form.

“Maybe if you were better at your job it wouldn’t be so hard to do it,” Bunny said languidly, stretching slowly out, baring herself to him entirely.

“Well, you’ve certainly gotten comfortable in… What? How long has it even been? Feels like fucking forever with the trouble you always seem to be causing.”

“Look, Michael, I don’t have time for this, alright? I have a dinner date with a sadist to attend and you’re holding me up. Besides, if this is my life now, I’d better make the best of it.” Her tone was bitter.

He looked at her, bewildered by her nonchalance but catching onto her dismissal.

“Alright, whatever. Just don’t be late.”

With that, Michael was gone.

Bunny stood, taking stock of her body. She felt far better after he had bathed and massaged her. What could he have planned? Surely it was a punishment of some sort, but one involving food? She decided against thinking about it more. Anticipation was half of the torture associated with her perceived wrongdoings.

Besides, it reminded her that she now had to ask before allowing herself the simple pleasure of an orgasm.

Bunny finally left the room, padding down the hallway and eventually into the dining area off the side of the kitchen. The room was narrow and long, filled with an impressive table lined by understated but ornate chairs.

She sauntered toward Demetrius, heading to the chair next to this, where she assumed he would want her to sit.

“No.”

His voice echoed through the room, and Bunny looked at him quizzically. Demetrius then pointed to the floor a few feet away from him.

There was a fucking dog bowl.

Bunny’s jaw dropped. She crossed her arms and looked at him, face set with rage.

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

“Are you sure? Because I think I can convince you, and I don’t think you want me to.”

She bared her teeth at him with a curled lip and eyes that shone. Her anger was reaching a boiling point and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go without taking a swing at this stupid, smug face.

“Easy way, or hard way, Bunny?” Demetrius asked, sounding bored as he shook out a cloth napkin before settling it in his lap.

Suddenly, the fight was gone, and Bunny walked over to the dog bowl. She sank to her knees, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her hair fell in limp strands, still wet.

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