Page 46 of Red Rabbit
His fingers left me to slap my ass and I buried my face in the bedding, panting and gasping out another moan. His fingers resumed on my clit and then I was coming. I cried out, my hips shoving back into him, making him groan and pain flared sharply mixing with the high of my orgasm. I couldn’t catch my breath. He shuddered and with a few sharp thrusts I felt him come. He pulled out and sat back, watching his cum drip out of me. I stayed where I was and his finger ran down my ass to my pussy almost in reverence.
“You look so sexy, baby girl,” he sighed. “With my cum dripping out of both your holes, a handprint on your ass and a little blood—so beautiful.”
That must have been the burning I felt. I didn’t say anything and kept my face buried, crying softly as the intensity faded away. I let my hips drop and he moved towards the bathroom where I heard the shower turn on.
A few minutes later Kraven came out fully dressed. He came over and smoothed a hand over my hair. Then he yanked my hands away from my face and brought his close to mine.
“That was the first, but it won’t be the last time I take you in the ass. Obey me and I’ll make sure you feel good. Can you dothat, darlin’? Unless you’d like to discover how much of a sadist I can be—”
I shook my head quickly at the last part. His thumb swiped away a tear on my cheek and he kissed my forehead.
“Good girl. Clean up—I’ll be back in a bit.”
Then he left and I was alone.
I cried harder then but not because of the pain. He’d stolen something from me I wanted to share with someone I trusted. I was so confused. He made me feel pleasure with pain—and if I was being honest, the pain wasn’t severe enough to override what he did to make me feel good. I didn’t know how to process it. I mean, all of it was abuse—was pulling orgasms from me psychological torture?
I forced myself out of bed and winced at the dull pain but it wasn’t terrible. I walked into the bathroom and showered, standing under the spray for a long time. When I was done, I didn’t know what to do, so I curled up in the armchair and somehow fell asleep.
A few hours later, I woke up to Kraven stroking my hair. It was so disorienting I jerked up and pressed myself away, looking at him warily.
“There is a formal dinner I’d like you to attend with me tonight,” he said and dropped a dress into my lap. I stood up and pulled it on and he stepped behind me to zip it before circling me in appreciation. It was a shimmering light blue fabric that was tight around my breasts and waist and then fell in loose waves to the floor. High slits went up the sides but they were hidden unless the skirt was moving. He stopped in front of me and his gaze swept me from head to toe and back again where he met my eye.
“Stunning,” he said.
“Did you—” I wanted to ask about Sal and what he’d done but I was still angry with him for earlier. I shut my mouth but he looked at me questioningly, an eyebrow raised as he waited for me to continue.
“Sal—the guard—he told me he couldn’t touch me anymore.”
Kraven’s eyes darkened. “Good.”
“He told me someone named Vandal claimed me.”
“Vandal is Cooper’s head of command,” Kraven said. “Even after I’m gone, you’ll only have to deal with him.” It made sense. This way no one would know Kraven knew and I would be untouchable. I nodded curtly to him, not sure if it warranted a thank you.
His lips tugged into a knowing grin and he stepped closer. I froze as his hand slipped into my hair but he only dipped his head to kiss me. It was soft, coaxing and when his hand tightened in my hair, I reluctantly kissed him back. I was still irritated with him but he kissed me thoroughly and tasted like whiskey and peppermint—It was so addicting, I got caught up in it for a moment. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, his hand coming around to brush against my cheek in appreciation but then his eyes turned hard as steel.
“Don’t drink anything tonight I don’t give you,” he said. I looked at him curiously.
“Why?”
“Tonight many of the men are drugging the women.”
“Not into that sort of thing?” I goaded.
His eyes fixed on me and again he looked at me with a kind of dangerous hunger that sent equal parts fear and heat coursing through my body.
“You should know by now I don’t like my women powerless,” he purred. He offered me his arm and we walked to dinner.
The affair started with a cocktail hour where everyone was in formal attire, sipping cocktails and socializing. It would haveappeared normal except many of the women were on their knees near their men or standing with their eyes downcast at their sides. There weren’t any feminine voices or laughter echoing around the room. I thought it a loss and scowled.
I followed Kraven around as he socialized and drank. He ignored me most of the time but I knew he still watched my every move. Occasionally I would feel his hand slip around my waist or he’d brush his fingers through the skirt of my dress as he passed but I got the sense he was here to talk to the men. The conversations I overheard were filled with talks of shady business dealings, underground arms trading and a lot of drug trafficking. Kraven didn’t appear to join in necessarily to do business, it seemed more like he was learning and gaining information than trying to do business deals himself.
The champagne flowed heavily and Kraven would occasionally hand me his glass to take a sip from. I had a nice buzz going after the first hour and as we left one of the groups we were talking too I couldn’t help but scoff under my breath at the conversation I just overheard. Kraven was walking across the room but he looked at me distractedly out of the corner of his eye.
“That man’s entire operation is based on outdated technology,” I muttered. The alcohol made me bold and I shook my head. “If the Feds don’t get him, some hacker will—he’s so stupid it’ll probably be with some phishing scheme,” I murmured almost as an afterthought. Kraven stopped so abruptly I ran into his shoulder. He looked down at me with eyes now intent on mine.
“Is my rabbit eavesdropping?” He said.
