Page 57 of Red Rabbit
He slid his fingers in and out of me almost casually as though he was petting a cat on his lap. I laid like that for several minutes as he casually ran his hands over my ass and into my pussy as he held a conversation with the men around us. His touch was lazy but I could tell he was working to get me wet. My body wasn’t listening.
“Sit up,” he commanded. He pulled his dick out of his pants. “Spit.”
I looked at him too long and he grabbed my throat and yanked me forward.
“I said—spit,” he snarled. I glared darkly at him and then let spit drop onto his dick. He rubbed it over himself and pulled me towards him again.
“Climb on little Rabbit.”
His eyes met mine and when he saw the anger smoldering there he pressed the collar button. Electricity shot through my body and I collapsed against the lounge as pain took over every cell in my body. When he stopped I struggled to sit up as I gasped for breath. At that moment I could think of nothing but how much I hated him.
He locked eyes with me. “Yes, sir,” I breathed.
He pulled me onto his lap facing him and I lowered myself on top of him. He shifted his hips and I felt his piercing but then he didn’t move. After a few minutes, my pussy got wet around him and he tightened his dick inside me as he felt it and put a hand on my hip. He didn’t have me move or do anything but sit on his cock. Occasionally his free hand would slide up and play with my nipple under my dress. Mid conversation about drug trafficking, his hand went between my legs and he rubbed my clit lazily while discussing cocaine shipments. I squirmed as my body grew hot at his touch. I was sick with disgust and fought it hard, trying to think of anything else until he found a spot that made me gasp. His gaze flickered to me briefly before he looked away but he capitalized on it and soon I felt the edge looming as I panted and shifted my hips on him in an attempt to feel friction.
“Stop moving,” he said softly.
“I can’t,” I murmur breathlessly.
“What?” His voice was sharp and clipped.
“Yes, sir,” I ground out through my clenched teeth.
Paxton continued to play with my clit as he talked to the men but I couldn’t pay attention, heat pooled inside me and I tried not to make it obvious I was close to an orgasm. He pinched me hard and I collapsed forward against him with a yelp. He didn’t even stop his conversation. He resumed his slow circles and my body shook with the effort to stop the building of sensations. I was sweating in an effort to push my physical reactions away, but he was relentless with his teasing and I tightened around him and cursed under my breath. He looked at me, studying my face and a cruel smile pulled at his lips when he saw my struggles.
“I forbid you to come,” he said quietly. I made a sound in protest. “If you come before I say you can, you'll regret it.”
He played with my clit for a little bit longer and brought me so close to the edge I shook and gasped and fought to stay awayfrom the fall. He slapped my ass and I whimpered as pain shot through me. He followed it up with a harsh twist of my nipple before his hand closed around my throat, holding me still. I couldn’t help when my body tensed tightly in pain and his growl of pleasure turned into a quiet chuckle at my suffering. I wanted to kill him.
Thankfully dinner was announced shortly after that and he pushed me off his lap and zipped himself back up. I thought he would dismiss me during dinner but he made me kneel behind his chair the entire time and fed me scraps like I was his pet. It was degrading and I seethed in anger all through dinner. I found any excuse to ignore him discreetly and when I couldn’t, I glared at him. I felt more like a rabid dog than a human and by the end of dinner I could tell he was angry. He practically dragged me back to his room afterwards.
Once he slammed the door he came at me. I saw the blood lust in his eyes and then he was on me. He backhanded me so hard I fell to the ground and then he started to kick me. I tried to scramble away from him as I screamed at him to stop, but he yanked me back by my hair and I crashed to the ground and curled into a ball.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again,” he shouted.
I sobbed hysterically as he tore the dress off me. Literally ripped it off then grabbed me by my throat and threw me on the bed.
“You pay attention at all times!”
He got onto the bed and I tried to scramble backwards.
“You address me as Sir or Master. Every. Time. I. Speak.” He panted and bit off every word as he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back towards him as I shrieked and kicked out at him.
Paxton’s eyes were wild and he backhanded me again. I tasted blood from my split lip as I fell back. He sat on my hipsand put his hands around my neck as he loomed over me. He squeezed until I saw stars, a muscle in his jaw ticked. I was terrified he was going to kill me. Instead, he dropped me at the edge of unconsciousness and flipped me onto my stomach where he grabbed onto the plug in my ass.
“No, no!” I screamed and fought fiercely to get away. He stopped only long enough to grab my leash and secure it to the headboard so I couldn’t move before he slapped me hard on the ass. I was on my hands and knees, unable to move and between the collar and the terror coursing through me I couldn’t breathe. He panted heavily and gripped the plug again and pulled it out. Then I felt the head of his cock replace it and I screamed and thrashed on the bed. Panic rushed through me hot and fast and my hands scrambled to try and unhook the leash.
He saw what I was doing and shoved me forward so hard, my head slammed into the headboard. Blood trickled down my face and into my eyes and then he was inside me and all I could do was sob as the pain flashed through me.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips and he pulled out halfway.
“My dick looks so good covered in your blood.”
He did a couple slow strokes and his dick hardened further at the sight of my blood on his cock. He pulled out all the way and pulled my legs out from under me then flipped me over. The collar was choking me in the new position. I gasped trying to breathe as he pushed my legs up to my chest and pushed into my ass again. I didn’t even have the breath to cry out. My hands scrambled at the collar, trying to loosen it but he slapped me across the face and set a hard pace that made it impossible for me to relax my body.
I saw stars, I couldn’t breathe—I was having a panic attack and my sobs mingled with his sounds of pleasure as I choked on my own air. My vision darkened around the edges and I wishedit would sweep me away but I just barely still had enough air to stop from passing out. I attempted to disassociate. It seemed to go on forever and I went numb as a deep sense of despair filled me. I don’t know how long it went on before he came in my ass and pulled out.
I collapsed onto the bed and curled onto my side, gasping in air as I got into a position that wasn’t strangling myself as my body shook with shock and pain. I heard the shower turn on and I stayed where I was, completely out of it.
