Page 25 of Ensnared By the Rabbit Genius
“Oh, my fuck,” I managed before he pushed the swing away again.
Over and over again, he had the swing do his fucking for him. Goddamn, I’d thought he could kill me with being slow and steady before, but now? I hung at the perfect height for him to just stand there with his cock pointing right at me and there hewas up my ass again. The pace was glacial but he was going deep in one stroke, forcing a grunt from both of us every single time.
I needed to come. It was so close, but the swinging wasn’t enough to get me off. I tried wiggling around to use the chain to help me. And then Seiwa grabbed my hips.
“If you keep wiggling, you’re going to ruin my aim.”
“Fuck! Seiwa, I can’t.” I sounded like I was about to start crying.
He cocked his head at me and smirked. “Do you need to come?”
“Yes! Come on. Please…”
I was about to tell him to fuck off, but he grabbed my throat with one hand. Feeling like my eyes might pop out of my head, I stared at him staring back at me, and then— “Oh, god!” I hollered as he started fucking me in that overzealous jackhammer way that had my teeth rattling, his hand on my throat keeping me still for it.
I came like a geyser seconds into that, but he didn’t stop. Not for a moment did he pause that pounding until I shook and shot one final time, going limp in his hold. Then he scraped his thumb across my bottom lip and went back to holding the straps of the swing and pushing me away to let momentum bring me back onto his cock.
All I could do was lay there in a blissful stupor, twitching with every swing as he claimed my ass over and over again. He was playing with me, using me, and I couldn’t stop moaning from the overwhelming sensations and the constant reminder that we belonged to each other forever now.
“Ellis,” he grunted at me.
I opened my eyes as he stared at me, his mouth open while he panted and ground against me. He reached up and grabbed my shoulder, pulling us tighter together like there was any moredepth for him to gain inside me. And he finally came with a long guttural groan.
“Thank you,” I whispered, “for my surprises.”
Seiwa chuckled weakly through his panting and nodded. “Give me a few minutes and we can use them again.”
“Oh, mygod...”
CHAPTER 11
Acouple of days later, Seiwa couldn’t avoid his job any longer, so he gave me a tablet of my own, kissed me like the nympho he was—not a complaint—and hopped off to work. I showered, dressed in brand new clothes, and used my tablet to guide me to the mess hall for breakfast. Now that I was thinking with my brain, I had a lot to think about and getting out of our sex dungeon seemed like the thing to do so I could get all that thinking done.
Standing in the doorway to the mess hall, I realized that I hadn’t noticed just how big this ship was. While not that crowded at mid-morning, this one room set up with tables and chairs and buffet stations was about the size of a football field. It could probably accommodate about three hundred people. I kind of remembered reading that there were over two thousand crew members, so this had to be one of several mess halls on the ship. If they were all this big… Yeah, the entire size of the ship was blowing my mind. I had nothing to compare it to. A skyscraper? A battleship? But up in the sky over Cleveland, it looked like a toy.
“Did you just clue in to how big the ship is?”
I flinched and turned to see that I was blocking four men from coming into the room. I recognized all of them as the mates of various Norlons, each of whom had been featured for a while on one of the trashier websites that loved to speculate on what it might be like to be mated to a Norlon. And, look at me, I could now confirm the sites were actually really accurate.
“Hi. Um, yeah, I did.” I moved into the mess hall so they could come in.
Prince consort Logan Parrish patted my shoulder. “Happens to all of us at some point. The size of the ship is usually after the omigod-I’m-in-space moment.”
I chuckled and nodded since I’d been there, done that and gasped at Owen Devin walking in. He was the face of all my official, not smutty Norlon news since he broadcasted daily from somewhere on this ship down to the PBS News offices.
“Owen Devin,” he said and put his hand out.
I shook it. “Yeah, I know. It’s so cool to meet you.”
“Aw, he’s all star struck,” another guy said with a Southern accent. Louisiana?
“Oh, you’re Squire!” I said excitedly. “With the, um, volunteers.”
“That’s me. Nice to meet you, Ellis.”
“Ellis,” Owen said quietly with a nod.
“Shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m Ellis Cole.” Good grief, I needed to calm the fuck down.
