Page 31 of The Mob Boss' Pet

One more small push and it’s fully seated. The burning and stretch of my asshole subsides a fraction, now clenching around the base of the plug. The feathery touch of the bunny tail tickles my cheeks. My face could light a fire.

“That’s my good bunny.” He pats my ass. His fingers slip lower, between my thighs, quickly finding my pussy. Two digits plow into me, filling me again, but it’s different. He curls his fingers at the knuckle and presses toward my back. “See how good this feels? Having your ass plugged and your pussy filled?” He thrusts in and out of me until my nails have buried into my palms.

As quickly as he filled me, he removes his fingers and I groan. My discomfort makes him chuckle.

“Okay, back up. Time for the rest.” He pats my ass. I manage to turn back around to face him. He’s holding a set of white and pink bunny ears. Short and thankfully not floppy, but still, bunny ears. He slides the headband onto my head and flicks one of the ears.

“Perfect.”

“I doubt it,” I grumble.

He knuckles my chin until I’m looking up at him; he’s back on his feet again, hovering over me.

“Would you like a treat?” he asks.

I have no idea how to answer his question. My cunt craves him, the fullness of my ass is driving my libido to the limits, and his cock is perfectly outlined in his pants right in front of my face. I have little doubt what treat he means.

He reaches behind him toward the tray.

“A carrot.” He laughs. “Open.” He pushes the length of the fat carrot against my lips.

As soon as my lips part, he shoves it between my teeth.

“Bite down and hold it. Do not drop it, bunny,” he says. He’s not using my name anymore. I’m his bunny, not Stephania. No, she was left somewhere else today, maybe she’s still sleeping in the crate. Because all I am now is his pet, his little bunny.

My nipples pucker into hard pebbles as these thoughts run through my mind. I bring my knees together to keep my arousal from dripping onto the carpet.

He catches my movements, but he lets me feel the humiliation in solitude, not making it worse with his comments. Now that I’mdressed, he walks to the bed, stripping out of his shirt.

I almost drop the carrot. His body must have been sculpted by the Greek gods. His pants go next, leaving him completely nude before me. Muscular, strong thighs that lead my gaze up to his hard, thick cock pointing at me from across the room.

The carrot crunches as my teeth sink further into it.

“Yesterday, you learned the proper way to come to me when I call, but today I want you to remember I’ve made you my little bunny,” he says in a husky tone that makes me want to leap to my feet and charge at him.

Obviously, I’ve been sex deprived too long.

“Come to me, little bunny.” He pats his thighs as though he’s calling his pet to his side. Because that’s exactly what he’s doing.

And I should be appalled.

I should want to die from the humiliation rattling my insides.

Instead, I get up to my feet, crouch down and hop.

Pleasure and something akin to pride spreads across his features. His mouth creaks into a wide grin as I hop again. The tail jiggles inside my ass with my movements, but the plug is firmly in place. It won’t drop, and it makes my little jumps more sensual than playful.

One last hop and I’m at his feet, I stay crouched. My hands resting on my knees.

He lifts my chin again with his fingers. “Such a good fucking bunny.” He smiles, and it’s genuine. Not filled with promises of punishments, or dangerous threats. Just joyful at my performance.

Tugging on the carrot, he pulls it free from my mouth. “Hop on the bed, so I can give you your reward.” He takes a step back and tosses the carrot onto the bed. And like a good pet, I obey him, scrambling onto the bed toward the carrot.

I arch my back, sticking my ass higher up in the air and wiggle it toward him. I want him. I want him to jump on the bed and thrust his cock into me and claim me.

And he doesn’t disappoint.

He’s on the bed, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my back.

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