Page 63 of Claiming His Bunny
It’s easy to find the right words. I know what she wants, and my entire being craves pleasing her. Besides, I fucking love it too.
I’ve been afraid of the darkness surfacing when I let my more primal instincts take over, but it seems content to just linger in the back of my mind, feeding off Kayla’s fearful gasps and whimpers. The rest of me relishes in the little moans of pleasure she tries to hide as she fights me.
There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.
With that thought, I truly lean into my role. She yelps out when my palm lands on her ass. Her leggings dull the strike, robbing me of that smacking sound I crave. I’ll have to take them off, but not before I tie her up. The time for fighting is over. Now it’s time for her punishment and for me to feast on her pussy.
I pause for a few seconds to give her a chance to use her safeword, but she kicks up her feet instead, trying to hit me. “Still fighting, bunny?” I growl, bringing my hand to her other ass cheek.
“Ah!” The sound is half a cry of pain, half a moan of pleasure, and it goes straight to my cock.
Needing to hear it again, I add a few more light strikes until she finally stops struggling. “Alright!” she cries out. “Fine! You win, you big fucker!” Relaxing her arms, she lets me join her wrists behind her back and tie them with the soft sash. I take great care not to make it too tight, mindful of her already bruised wrists.
She tugs on her restraints, a breathless moan escaping her when they hold tight. Her hips undulate under me as she once again tries to get some friction.
I chuckle. “You’re one needy little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. Oh, Ethan, please. Just fuck me already!”
I’m tempted to do just that, but Kayla wanted to play a game, so we’re going to play a game. “Fuck you already?” I let out a sinister laugh. “Oh no, bunny. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 36
Kayla
My entire body thrumswith arousal. I’m so ready that I’m sure my leggings are soaked, and all I need is a little touch, a bit of friction on my clit to explode in an orgasm. But of course, Ethan doesn’t give it to me, because I goaded him into playing the bad guy, so he’s acting like a bad guy.
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming my face into the bed. I try moving my hands, but even though whatever he tied me up with is soft, it doesn’t give, and I’m left squirming helplessly under Ethan’s weight. “Please…”
He gets off me and hooks his fingers on the waistband of my leggings. Eager to finally have him touching me, I lift my hips and help him peel the stretchy fabric off. He doesn’t touch me, though, carefully keeping his fingers away from my skin. “Oh, come on,” I whimper. “Touch me, Ethan, please.” I’m not above begging if it gets me an orgasm.
I try to roll onto my back so that I can see him better, but he places a hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me into the mattress. “Don’t move.”
I obey, mainly because I feel his hand ghost across my ass. It’s the briefest, lightest, barely there touch, but it feels like electricity shooting through me. As if it wasn’t his fingers touching me but a live wire.
Then his touch disappears. Before I can complain, he brings his palm down on my ass with a loud smack. The pain transforms to pleasure as he immediately rubs the spot, stoking the flames of my arousal. “Oh yes,” he mumbles to himself as he spanks me again, “this sounds much better.”
“Well, I’m glad someone is satisfied,” I snicker, earning myself a few harder strikes. “Alright, alright! I’ll shut up! Please, Ethan, I need to come.”
His dark chuckle sends a delicious tremor through my body. “Do you now? Hmm, I’m not sure if you deserve it, but let’s see.” Nimble fingers touch the sash binding my wrist, and a second later, my hands are free. I stay still, certain that if I move or, god forbid, try to touch myself, he’ll just restrain me again.
Ethan hums in approval. “Looks like you do know how to be a good girl for me. Take your shirt off.”
“Yessir!” I scramble up and yank my T-shirt over my head, my curls flying all around me. After tossing the shirt aside, I stay on my knees, waiting for Ethan’s orders. Everything inside me is screaming to just bury my hands between my legs and finally give myself a release, but I wait. Ethan is as aroused as I am. His resolve has to crack soon, doesn’t it?
“Good,” he praises, running his hand down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Lie down on your back. Hands up.” When I oblige, he tethers my wrists to the headboard.
I can’t help but tease, “You like me tied up, hmm?”
“I do. And don’t act like you didn’t get dripping wet the second I restrained you. Now…” He eyes me squirming on the bed, his fingers toying with more improvised restraints—another bathrobe sash, a black tie, and a leather belt.
I love that I didn’t even have to tell him not to use the handcuffs anymore. He noticed the marks on my wrists and immediately adjusted his methods.
I shiver as he smiles at me. It’s not a sweet smile. It’s not a tender smile. It’s a wickedly sinister smile, and it has my pussy clenching.
Grabbing my ankle, Ethan kisses his way up the inside of my leg, stopping just inches from my weeping pussy. I’m about to curse at him but stutter to a stop when he wraps the tie around my ankle and ties it to the headboard, forcing me to lift my hips off the bed. “W-what…?”
Before I can piece together the rest of the question, he does the same thing to my other ankle, tethering it to the headboard about a foot or two from my hands. Now, my legs are up and spread wide, and my center is completely exposed.
