Page 11 of Ensnared By the Rabbit Genius
And the way he kept checking on me… How I had his full attention… That was an aspect of a lover I could really appreciate. If he was this attentive with our clotheson, holy shit, I was in for one hell of a good time once they came off.
You know, I didn’t always make the best choices in guys, but this one felt different. Seiwa feltright.
We exited the elevator, and this corridor looked different with two rows of numbered doors and lock panels beside each of them. Crew quarters? Oh, man, I felt a little jittery inside. Nervous butterflies. Which was stupid because, come on, I’d gone this far, I wasn’t about to turn back now.
“You can change your mind.” Seiwa rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand and there wasn’t a single thing about his expression that made me suspect he wasn’t one hundred percent sincere. He’d take me back if I wanted to leave.
I shook my head. “It’s just…first-time nerves.”
His eyes went wide. “First time?”
“Oh! No, not that kind. Just, you know,” I waved my hands between us, “ourfirst time.”
“Ah, yes, of course.”
But he didn’t seem nervous at all. Was that confidence? More arrogance? I didn’t mind either way, really. Mostly, I was just hoping I didn’t make things weird when he got naked and I could finally see all of his nonhuman qualities.
Okay, yeah, I was looking forward to seeing all of his bunny bits. But I still didn’t want to make it awkward, so keeping my cool was at the top of my list of things to worry about. I was not, for example, going to grab his puffball tail with both hands and scream about it being so fluffy. I was going to be sexy and sophisticated. Yeah.
He stopped before one of the doors on the right and put his hand against the lock panel. I gulped and followed him inside when the door slid open.
I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting a crew member’s quarters to look like on an alien spaceship, but Seiwa’s was so very him. There were the standard things like a table and a bed that could’ve come from IKEA, but there was also a ton of computer equipment that was not from Best Buy as well as bits and pieces of the same kind of stuff he kept in his bag. He literally went over to the bed and scooped up some kind of ball with wires all over it so he could drop it and more loose wires into a crate against the wall. I had a feeling he knew where everything was in this chaos and that if I moved anything, he’d know and move it back.
Suddenly, I really wanted to move something.
“If you’re still interested in mating with me,” he said, “get undressed.”
It was time for me to admit to myself that I liked when he ordered me around. I knew that about me and I accepted it. Usually, I only allowed such dominance in the bedroom, but it was possible we’d been flirting with my kinks for a few days now. So there was no sense in bristling or resisting—especially since he was also checking in again.
I took off my suit jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before loosening my tie. Seiwa watched where I set that, and a shiver of awareness lit through me. I felt like I could assume hewas dominant, but did he maybe like the idea of tying me up? Not this time, of course. Maybe…next time?
When I took my dress shirt and undershirt off, Seiwa went from passive observation to leaning closer and staring. “What are those?” he asked and pointed one long finger at my chest.
“Nipple rings.” I grinned, excited by his curiosity.
“Metal pierced through your flesh?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
He kept looking from my face to my chest, and everything in me tightened with anticipation. “May I?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Seiwa reached over and flipped the silver ring through my right nipple up to rest on his fingertip. When he grasped the ring between finger and thumb and gave it a tiny tug, I couldn’t stop my little gasp as a zing of pleasure hit me. He smiled ever so slightly and kept gently pulling and twisting. I undid my belt and stepped out of my shoes before dropping my pants. I had something much more fun to show him as I pulled my briefs out over my erection and let them fall, too.
“Oh,” Seiwa whispered and stared at my cock. Or more accurately, at the thick silver ring through it. “Is this also for your pleasure?”
“Yes. My partner’s too sometimes.” I wasn’t against topping, but I had my preferences.
Seiwa hooked the ring with a single white claw, and I nearly came just from seeing that. My breath stuttered out of me and gooseflesh broke all over me as I shivered. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen—and not something I had imagined when I’d chosen to get pierced last year.
Seiwa gave the ring a tug as he met my gaze. I gasped. He smirked.
“Get on the bed on your back.” He released the ring. “Please.”
