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“Millie.” I grunt, fucking her, holding her still as best as I can.
I start cumming violently, in wave after wave of pleasure as she falls apart around my cock, drenching me. The flood of cum that pours out of her when the blade ever so lightly touches her neck, leaving a tiny red spot in its wake, soaks everything, and it’s truly the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“You really are such a good girl, bunny, the best. So perfect.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
After a night of sex like that I need a ride to work on the bike. I need the wind to blow away the remaining guilt and doubt over what has all transpired. Between Tyler and my little bunny, and my status at the club, my head is filled with just way too much. Even the images in my brain of the knife to Millie’s throat last night is weighing on me. I may be a cruel dom sometimes, but with her, I’m softer.
She doesn’t want soft though, and I fear it’s because she’s used to the abuse from him, and all the hell he put her through. But if that’s what she needs, then I’ll give it to her, safely, and with love.
“Riding in this weather?” She asks, standing in the doorway from the garage to the kitchen as I pull on my helmet and zip up my leather jacket over my business suit.
“Yeah. I need it.” I tell her as I fire up the bike with a turn of the key and a push of the red ignition switch.
“Your suit pants will get dirty, you know.”
“At this point I really don’t care.” I chuckle, open my arms for her as I sit on the bike.
She rushes over, gives me a hug, and kisses the mirrored visor of my helmet, tilting her head and staring at her reflection in it, biting her lower lip like something is on her mind.
“I want to try something tonight. Wear the helmet when you come in the house, please.”
“Mmmm, your wish is my command.” I say, petting her hair, then stroking down her back and grabbing her ample ass. “Do I get any other hints?”
“Nope.”
“Naughty girl. I like it. But I thought we could go to Kelly’s tonight.”
“We can go after.”
“Deal.” I say, slapping her ass and letting her back up as I twist the throttle on the bike, making it rumble loudly in the garage, the noise bouncing everywhere and returning to me even louder than what the motorcycle produces.
She smiles a big grin at me and blows me a kiss. “Have a great day at work.”
I leave the house with a grin on my face, the worries already disappearing. She seems okay and wants to play more. I have the bike, and the sky isn’t dumping down snow, just yet. Besides it being colder than a witch’s tit, it’s starting to become a beautiful day, and all it took was seeing that she’s good and happy.
Whipped. You’re whipped by a petite little bunny rabbit.
I’m laughing to myself as I ride down the hill, then spit the bike out onto the main road and merge seamlessly into the traffic headed into the city. Cranking up the music on my Cardo, I jam out to some old-fashioned rock and roll, speeding between cars, weaving around taxis, and taking the ride from a half hour in a car to about twelve minutes on my girl.
Parking her myself in the massive garage for the building at work, I stand and stare at her for a few minutes before I finally head inside. I can stand and stare at her all day, just like I could with Millie.
“How did I get so lucky to have the best three girls ever? “Millie, my bike, and Mabel.” I say to myself as I walk backwards, stripping off my riding jacket and brushing off the small amount of road salt from my pants cuffs.
Nodding to Jerry as he holds the door open for me, I strut inside the lobby of the building, wave to the little tramp at the reception desk, and go to the private elevator for my company. I don’t even care that her big fake tits are hanging out, or that her blonde hair is up in a pretty braid. I no longer look at her as anything other than another employee of the building, and I can tell it pisses her off when I don’t acknowledge her bubbly greeting and bouncing that makes her boobs move like two rocks under her blouse.
Nah. No more fake anything for me. I prefer the softness of the ones, and the reality of what I have waiting for me at home.
Ashley is at her desk, the headset for the phones perched on her head when I exit the elevator, and she gives me a bright smile. Only her and Daniel know of the things that transpired in the past couple weeks, and I know that she’ll keep every one of my secrets.
Now that her and I are no longer fucking, the air has changed between us as she slides up next to me at the coffee cart. She’s more relaxed than normal, and more playful in an innocent and friendly way. The lust that normally drips from her lips has been replaced with a cheery greeting.
“Morning dummy. How’s Millie?” She asks as she stirs my coffee, making it just right as normal.
“Morning baby cakes. She’s good. Much better than expected for so soon.”
