Page 38 of Red Rabbit
“Comparable,” Kraven said with a shrug.
The drinks arrived and he released my thigh to take it. He took a drink and then to my surprise, offered it to me. I looked at him warily for a moment but when he didn’t move, I took it andbrought it to my lips for a sip. He took it back and placed it on the side table. His hand, now cold from the glass, returned to my thigh and goosebumps broke out under his fingers.
“For someone who comes here for the thrill, you certainly don’t seem to have taken full advantage,” Roger said, peering at me and my very revealing dress. My skin was clean and unmarked. It was now very obvious I could have ended up with someone a lot worse.
Before I could catch myself, I found myself leaning slightly back and away from his stare. He was someone I would avoid if I saw him on the street. Kraven felt it and wrapped his other arm around my waist, resting it there firmly in a casually possessive way. It also drew me incrementally further onto his lap.
“To each his own Roger,” Kraven said mildly. “She’s gotten out of line a few times. There are other ways to torture people besides with pain.” I paled and Roger smirked.
“But then you don’t get to see them bleed,” he said, his eyes flashing. A small, nearly unheard sob escaped from the woman at his feet. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head backwards, making her fall back over the lounge he was sitting on. He pulled a switchblade from his pocket. I must have startled because Kraven tightened his grip on me.
“Don’t,” he said quietly so only I could hear.
Roger took the blade and slowly traced the flat down the woman’s cheek. Roger leaned down and licked her tears off her face. My stomach turned, I was going to be sick.
“They get wet for you this way too,” Roger said and his eyes flicked up to Kraven. The other men were watching with rapt attention. “It’s the fear I think.”
He turned the blade to her skin and slowly traced it down her neck, drawing a thin line of blood before releasing her with a shove forward. The woman was shaking, her hands balled tightly in her dress as she sobbed quietly.
“Pain makes them tense up, if you get my meaning,” he said casually. I felt my stomach twist and Kraven handed me his drink. I couldn’t bear the thought of alcohol but I took the glass with shaking hands and took a sip.
“Creative,” Kraven said darkly. I could tell he was disgusted and relief shot through me. He resumed his circles on my thigh and I settled again, slightly reassured he wasn’t going to pull out a knife later.
“It’s like fucking her while she’s on her period but better,” Roger said. The other men were looking at him with varying degrees of awe and disgust. Johnson groaned and I looked over to see him pull wet fingers from under the woman’s dress and suck on them.
“I have to have you,” he said to her.
Johnson shifted her so he could unbuckle his pants and I watched with disbelief as he pulled his cock out in front of the group. He pulled her back to his chest and pushed both of her legs apart on either side of his then settled her hips on him. His eyes shuttered when he slid into her and the woman’s eyes glazed as I saw her go somewhere else. Her dress rode up, showing everyone her pussy impaled by the man’s cock. He sat like that and grabbed his drink, taking a sip as though he was still out for a casual night of cocktails.
“Thanks for the nice view, Johnson,” Greg said, rubbing himself through his pants.
“Part of the fun eh? Getting to fuck them anywhere you want.” He shifted his hips to pump in and out of her a few times then settled again inside her. “Sometimes it just feels good to have your dick buried, you know?”
Kraven’s fingers inched up my thigh and were slowly tracing circles closer to my pussy. One of them grazed me and I jumped.
“Open up for me, darlin’,” he murmured.
I hesitated and he dug his nails into my thigh and pinched me hard. I yelped and everyone looked over. I shifted my legs open just slightly.
“The quietly defiant ones are who you have to watch,” Greg said.
“But they’re the most fun to break,” Kraven said, his eyes still drilling into mine.
Kraven pulled his hand away to grab his drink. He hadn’t touched me yet so I went to close my legs but he shook his head and I stopped. He took a drink and then handed it to me again.
Greg unbuttoned his pants and pulled on the leash. “Suck,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” she said meekly. She didn’t hesitate and knelt between his legs before taking him into her mouth.
Kraven’s fingers slid back up my thigh and one of them grazed my pussy. We locked eyes and his eyebrows raised when he felt how wet I was. I felt a blush creep up my face. His fingers found my clit and I grabbed for his hand, an automatic reaction to try and stop him. Without warning, he backhanded me across the face. I was so shocked I slipped off his lap and onto the floor. The other men laughed, approval in their eyes.
“This is why I train them on day one,” Greg said, his voice strained as the woman loudly sucked his cock. Kraven grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto my lap.
“Don’t resist me here again,” he growled in my ear and pulled my legs back open.
My face burned from both the slap and embarrassment and I was vibrating with anger. I perched tensely on his lap again, legs slightly spread like he placed me. I was trying to keep my breathing even but angry tears stung my eyes and I knew I was close to crying again. He downed the rest of his drink and his hand slid back up my thigh. His fingers found their way between my legs and rubbed the wetness there before finding my clitagain and I jerked on his lap. His other arm around my waist pulled me closer to him, and his erection pressed against my hip. Johnson started thrusting his dick in and out of the woman on his lap again and he turned to Roger.
“Hey Roger.” He thrusted once more than settled. “What’s your thing with blood? I’ve always been curious about that kink.”
