Page 31 of Red Rabbit
“Something funny?”
“Like—like the comic book Kraven?”
His eyebrows shot straight up and he looked genuinely shocked.
“Not many would get the reference,” he said.
Kraven the Hunter. Once a long time ago I went on a date and the guy pulled me into a comic book store. One of the ones I grabbed to read was about Spider-Man’s adversary, Kraven the Hunter. My date told me all about him. Apparently he was a big game hunter with a skewed sense of honor and often considered an antihero.
“‘…the most dangerous game.’” I quoted. “Fitting,” I muttered, my eyes full of contempt.
“Quite,” he said.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but I obviously surprised him. We stared at each other for a long moment before he nodded to the bed.
“Get on the bed.”
“No.”
Before I could react, he stepped over and grabbed my neck, dragging me a few feet before he pushed me back onto the bed. I scrambled back towards the other side but he grabbed my ankle and yanked me back to him. He knelt between my legs and I tried to kick my way out of his grasp but he pressed both of my thighs open and dropped his head to bite my inner thigh. He bit down hard and I yelped and stopped struggling. He released me and looked up.
“Every time you resist me, I will hurt you,” he said quietly.
I was shaking and couldn’t seem to stop. He didn’t break eye contact as he lowered his mouth to my pussy and I cringed as he licked me. He parted me and found my clit, his tongue shockingly efficient. I squirmed under him, not liking how my body was reacting.
“Stop—” I hissed.
I tried to back away from his face but his hand found my breast and he viciously twisted my nipple until I cried out.
“Okay—okay—” I gasped.
I went still and he stopped, giving me a pointed look before going back down on me. After yesterday, I expected him to come in and immediately force himself on me. I couldn’t wrap my mind around how to navigate this. I didn’t like how my body was going into survival mode and in order to protect me it was becoming aroused. So should I fight it because I didn’t consent? Or go with it in order not to be hurt? I cried silently in confusion. He slid two fingers inside me slowly as he tongue stroked against my clit methodically.
“I want you nice and wet for me,” he said.
His breath played along my arousal and I groaned as my body completely betrayed me. A shiver shuddered through my body as he curled his fingers to hit my g-spot and instead of being rough, he was so slow.
“No, no, no—” I sobbed and again I tried to scramble back. He bit my clit and I squealed and cried out as my hands scrambled for his head. I gripped his hair as I tried to get him to stop and he slowly looked up at me, anger in his eyes.
“Let go,” he demanded.
I hesitated but when I saw his eyes flash I quickly retracted my trembling hands. His fingers continued and his tongue returned to gently lick away the pain he inflicted. I looked up at the ceiling, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” I said quietly, as his fingers explored the wetness he just coaxed out of me. I could feel something building, coiled inside and I hated it.
“I want you to come for me,” he said.
I shook my head. “I can’t—” I whimpered.
“You will or I’ll use the collar on you,” he said.
I covered my face with my hands and wished myself far away.
“Move your hands, I want to watch you.”
I decided this was the worse kind of torture. Pitting my body and mind against each other made me feel like I was going crazy. I moved my hands slowly and whined as heat coursed through me, radiating from his attention.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He licked me again, his eyes dark as he watched my face twist in an attempt to stop the pleasure he was deliberately drawing out. He was so consistent with his fingers and his tongue. So soft and slow and he hit all the right spots. A moan escaped before I could stop it and my body shuddered. Energy seized me and I tensed around his fingers. He didn’t stop but I could see his eyes darken. He could feel me getting close. I tried to resist it as the fire of arousal traveled up my body. I focused on the ceiling, anything to stop what was rising inside me but he slapped my pussy hard and I yelped and looked down at him furiously.
