Page 90 of Claiming His Bunny
I get that with a literal hole in his stomach, he can’t just hold me down and fuck me senseless, but sweet petting and whispered words of affection just don’t cut it for me anymore. Hence, I’m playing a brat, hoping to earn myself some sexy punishment.
Ethan’s grip on my neck tightens ever so slightly. “I think I’m going to spank your ass. That’s what I’m going to do about that.”
I’m wet instantly, while also terrified by how loudly he just said that in a room full of people. I mean, theyprobablydidn’t hear him, but it’s the tiny possibility that they might have that has my insides quivering. “Well, you’re gonna have to wait,” I say. “We’re at a wedding, you know?” I’m going to let him stew for a couple of hours, so when we get back home, he’ll be ravenous. We might not even make it all the way back home.
As always, though, Ethan surprises me. “Why should I have to wait?” he rumbles, tugging on my hand as he drags me out of the room.
“B-but…” I follow him in a daze, unsure of what he plans to do. “There are people here everywhere!” Beth and Jeremy have the whole resort rented out for the weekend to accommodate their many guests. It’s a big place, but there are too many people for us to find any kind of privacy.
Ethan just chuckles again. “Ask me if I care, bunny. Now come on, before I bend you over my knee right here in this fancy schmancy ballroom. That should liven up the party a little, don’t you think?”
Terrified he’ll actually do it, I follow him outside. Clusters of people holding tall champagne flutes are scattered around the beautiful garden. Servers carry trays with drinks and finger food. Everywhere we go, someone is smiling at us and waving for us to join them.
“Ethan,” I plead with him, but he doesn’t relent. We make our way around the pool to a small garden shed. The bushes partially hide us from view, but I can’t imagine that lasting long. “We can’t do this here, Ethan.”
He shushes me, groaning as he bends to examine the lock on the shed door. A few seconds and some light rustling later, the door creaks open. I gasp, mortified. “Did you just pick the lock?”
“It’s a rather useful skill when you need to get inside locked-up places.” He has the audacity to wink at me. “Get inside, bunny.”
When I don’t move, he grabs my wrist and simply shoves me through the doorway. The shed is surprisingly noisy, the constant rumble of the pool filters covering my surprised yelp. Through the cracks in the wall, I watch a shadow pass by the shed. “There are people outside, Ethan!” I hiss.
“Then you should be very quiet,” he retorts, loosening his tie.
“And you’re still injured!”
He smirks. “Then you should stop fighting me so I don’t overexert myself. This is happening, bunny. You have no say in it, so shut the fuck up and bend over that bench.”
“B-but…” The wild throbbing of my pussy is distracting me to the point I’m nothing but a whimpering mess.
Ethan grabs my carefully styled curls, making an absolute mess of them, and nudges me toward the tool bench. “Now, Kayla.”
Fortunately, the bench is relatively clean and cool against my cheek when Ethan presses my head against it. His free hand yanks up my dress and he grunts his approval. “No panties? Naughty, naughty bunny.”
I didn’t go commando to be naughty. I did it because the dress is such a snug fit that any kind of panties or thong I owned was showing underneath it. I didn’t think anyone would notice, but of course, my horny serial killer boyfriend has his hand on my ass before the happy couple have even said “I do” to each other.
The first slap of his hand on my ass cheek has me yelping out in surprise. I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, hoping to stop more sounds from escaping. The lewd noises of Ethan’s palm hitting my flesh and my muffled moans are bad enough. If someone stops to listen just outside the shed…
I’m torn between feeling embarrassed, in pain, and so damn horny I can barely think straight.
“Does my bunny like being punished?” Ethan coos. His hand slides between my legs, straight into the wetness pooling there. He chuckles darkly. “You’re a kinky little thing, aren’t you? Turned on by getting your ass spanked?”
Moaning, I try to arch my hips into his touch, but he immediately withdraws and spanks me again. “I don’t think you deserve to come right now, bunny. I think I’ll just spank you and leave you all wet and aching until we go home.”
“What?” I give him a side glare. “Don’t you fucking dare, Ethan.” Another, stronger slap makes me clamp my mouth shut again, but I don’t stop glaring at whatever part of him I can see.
He just chuckles again, kneading my tender backside. “Oh, I think I will dare.”
Seeing he won’t be moved by threats, I switch tactics. “Please, Ethan. I’ll be a good girl from now on. I’ll fix your socks. I’ll pair and fold them, and I won’t ever touch them again, I swear!”
“You swear, hmm? I think you’re lying, little bunny.” His hand is back between my legs, his fingers lightly sliding around my clit, never actually touching it.
“I’m not! Oh, god, Ethan, please!”
“Shh. You need to be quiet, remember?”
Oh, right. I completely forgot there were people around. I just need him so much it’s unbearable. “Please,” I whisper.
He stops spanking me and switches to softly touching my pussy. It’s titillating enough to push me toward an orgasm but not strong enough to make me go over the edge. “Do you know what I’ve been doing this morning?” he asks in a conversational tone, as if we were simply talking over breakfast.
