Page 51 of Claiming His Bunny
A pathetic mewl undermines my words as he closes his mouth around the soft skin at the base of my throat and bites down hard enough for the pain to register through my arousal. The sensation travels straight into my clit, somehow turning to pleasure along the way.
“Will you now?” Ethan chuckles, easily resisting my half-hearted attempt at pushing him away. “Well, I guess that leaves me no choice.”
He picks up something from the floor and seconds later, my hands are cuffed to the headboard. I test the restraints, my breath quickening as I realize there’s no way I’m getting out of them on my own, and if that isn’t the most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced, I don’t know what is.
“Ethan, please!” I cry out. I should be begging him to let me go, but dammit! All I want right now is for him to finally sink his cock inside me.
“Yes, bunny,” he rasps, his breath fanning my nipple. He flicks his tongue over it in a maddeningly unhurried motion. “Say my name. Moan out my name like you do when you pleasure yourself.”
My brain feels foggy, but that information registers. “How…how do you know about that?” I’ve only masturbated in the shower. “Did you watch me in the bathroom?!”
He hums in confirmation, his mouth on my nipple. The vibration makes the already rigid peak tighten even further.
“I watched you eat. I watched you sleep. I watched you touch yourself. I listened to your sweet little moans as I stroked my cock, wishing you were there to take me in your hand. In your mouth. In your precious little pussy.”
He rocks his hips, rubbing his boxer-clad erection over the top of my pussy. Since my legs are still forced closed by his thighs, the motion only teases me. It’s nowhere strong enough to push me over the edge.
I know I should find his admission disconcerting at the very least, but I can’t find it in me to care. Finding out that he jerked off to the video of me masturbating in a shower is actually empowering. Like everything else he’s done, it makes me feel desired.
“Ethan, please. I need you. I need you inside me,” I beg shamelessly, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. A hand on my throat has me opening them again.
“Don’t close your eyes, Kayla,” he orders. “You will keep them open. All the time. You will watch. I’ve fucked you so many times while you slept, and while you felt amazing, I always wished you would wake up and watch. Now, watch me taste you.”
He shoves my legs open, settling between them. Before I can react, he buries his face into my pussy, licking me like I’m some sort of exquisite ice cream. My hips buck when the tip of his tongue reaches my clit and flicks over it, but Ethan pushes me back down.
I yank on the cuffs, desperate to grab his hair and push his head deeper between my legs. “Please, do that again, please!”
“Watch.” He waits until my eyes are fixed on him before licking me again, all the way from my back hole to my clit. The desire to close my eyes and just revel in the pleasure is strong, but I know that if I did that, he’d stop, so I hold his gaze as he runs his tongue between my pussy lips, then sucks my clit into his mouth.
I’m so worked up that the simple motion sets me off. The pleasure coiling in my core springs free, my body spasming as the orgasm washes over me. I scream out. Ethan’s name, probably. After all, I belong to him now, don’t I? I can fight it all I want, but the truth is, he owns me, body and soul.
And my heart? My heart is busy pumping exorbitant amounts of blood into my quivering, pulsating pussy. Too busy to deal with feelings.
“Such a bad girl,” Ethan admonishes, nipping at my inner thigh. “You closed your eyes.”
“S-sorry.” This time, I stutter due to being breathless, not from fear. He won’t hurt me. He might torture me by not allowing me to come, but won’t cause me pain. “It’s really hard. You should try it for yourself.”
He chuckles. “Mmm. Is that an invitation to fuck you, little bunny?”
“Yes, please. I want you inside me, Ethan.”
He kisses his way up my body to my mouth. I can taste myself off his lips as he slants them over mine, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to claim yet another part of my body. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he whispers before kissing me again. “You will watch. Understood?”
As I nod, he puts another pillow under my head so I don’t have to crane my neck too much. My heart flutters at his thoughtfulness.
Unhurried, he takes off his clothes; his long, thick cock finally springing free. I long to touch and taste him, but that can wait for later. Right now, I need him inside me.
It looks like Ethan is done with the teasing, too. He runs his cock between my pussy lips a few times to cover it in my juices, then inserts his fingers inside me to test how wet I am. He needn’t worry. I’m so damn ready he could just slam into me, and I wouldn’t feel pain, only pleasure.
He hums in satisfaction, then lines the thick head of his cock to my opening. “Watch, Kayla,” he commands. “Watch me fuck you.”
Chapter 30
Ethan
The urge to slaminto Kayla’s waiting pussy is overwhelming, but I hold myself back. I want to take it slow, both because I don’t want to hurt her and because I want to commit every second to my memory.
She’s naked in front of me, her skin flushed with desire, her legs parted to welcome me into her body. Her sleeping bonnet is somehow still on her head, though it has slipped to the side, freeing some of her curly locks.
