Page 32 of Red Rabbit
“Look at me,” he hissed. He twisted my clit in his fingers and I lurched forward towards him.
“Okayokay,” I stammered, trying to catch my breath.
I didn’t break eye contact with him even though his face blurred with my tears. My body was alive with pleasure at this point. I couldn’t lay still but it was impossible to not feel like I wanted to burst out of my skin. I gasped as he changed his angle just slightly in answer to one of my tells and I cursed him in my mind.
Why was he so good at this? He was reading my body like a book. He noticed every movement and every gasp and found the places I was weakest. If he was so good at this, why buy someone in a place like this? Those thoughts immediately left me as my mind went blank and an orgasm rushed towards me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.
“Oh fuck—” My legs shook and I cried out breathlessly, looking into those intense gray eyes alight with lust. His eyes glazed over as he worked me over the edge and I didn’t just fall, I plummeted over a precipice so steep I lost sense of reality as I came. My mind shattered as my body took over. Pleasure exploded through me. But he didn’t stop and instead sent me crashing into another one. I jerked and gripped the sheets, my hips bucking against him as I cried out again.
As I came down from that one, I started sobbing uncontrollably and covered my face with my hands. The bed shifted and then his cock was pressed against me. I didn’t struggle. I didn’t have the strength to. He pulled my hands from over my face and pinned them above my head before sliding inside me with a groan.
“God, you’re fucking soaking,” he breathed. I hated how good it felt. I hated my body. It betrayed me so completely I couldn’t think straight.
“Did you like coming all over my face?” He pulled out slowly only to slide back in equally slow. I tried to hold back a whimper as my pussy tightened around him.
“Fuck you,” I gasped around my sobs. He smirked down at me, knowing the truth. His eyes grew heavy as he continued to fuck me slowly.
“That’s what you’re doing darlin’,” he said.
He picked up the pace and I hated him and I hated myself for how good it felt. But I hated him more for confusing me and for making me feel good when I know I shouldn’t. He released my hands and grabbed my legs, putting them on his shoulders. He looked down and watched his cock drive into me. The angle was torture and when I spasmed around him he looked at me.
“You like that,” he panted.
He moved again and watched me closely until he saw exactly what motion was making my pussy clench around him and I gasped as he capitalized on it. He smirked and I gripped the sheets, squeezing my eyes closed and trying to avoid another orgasm.
Why was he so bent on making me come apart? It would have almost been better if he just continued to steal from me, at least then I could dissociate and leave my body behind to do whatever it needed to in order to endure.
“No, no darlin’—Look here,” he gasped.
I glared at him but it was inevitable and within minutes I cried out, convulsing around him as another orgasm swept over me. He gritted his teeth, trying to ride through it without coming himself but as I came down, shivering with aftershocks, he groaned and came inside me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and I lay there and wished I was somewhere else. The shame made me feel hot and uncomfortable. He moved to get off of me and his breath caught as he slid out.
“Fuck, you’re worth every penny,” he said as he moved towards the bathroom. I lay there, completely spent and feeling hollow. I started crying quietly, my hands shaking as they came up to cover my face. The shower came on and by the time it turned off a few minutes later, I was done crying but I felt exhausted and depressed.
I slid off the bed and tried to take a few steps just as Kraven came out of the bathroom. I wavered on my feet, my vision blacking out dangerously. I felt like I was going to pass out. When was the last time I drank or ate anything? I put a hand over my eyes and one on the wall as I tried to make the room stop spinning.
“What’s wrong?” He asked warily.
“I—I haven’t eaten anything,” I said, my voice shaking.
“By choice or neglect?” I slid down the wall and removed my hand, too tired to even glare at him.
“I’d eat my weight in hamburgers and french fries if it was in front of me right now,” I stated in annoyance. He looked at me and then went over to an intercom.
“Send up a cheeseburger and fries.”
“Yes sir,” the intercom replied and Kraven turned and went into the bathroom where I heard him brushing his teeth and doing his hair.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. Kraven came out of the bathroom dressed in only a pair of dark jeans, slung low on his hips and went to open it.
A man dressed as a server came into the room and put a tray on the table then left. Kraven pulled off the top and my mouth instantly started watering when I saw a giant cheeseburger, dripping cheese out the sides and a pile of steaming steak fries. I didn’t know if this was some sick form of torture where he wasgoing to eat the food I was craving right in front of me or what, so I didn’t move.
He came over and grabbed my arm to pull me up then turned and deposited me at the table. I yanked my arm away but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the food. He didn’t have any idea how starved for real food I was.
“Eat,” he commanded.
He sat down across from me and pushed the plate across the table. He grabbed a fry and then leaned back in the chair and watched me. I looked up at him looking for the catch even though my body was screaming at me to eat.
“I don’t need you to starve. That would be entirely no fun.”
