Page 45 of Burdened Bonds
“Fuck, little rabbit, fuck,” he says, leaning over me, caging me with his body, staring down into my face with so much heat, I start to pant. I wait, too frightened to scuttle away, too hot to want to. What the hell will he do next? And, as if reading my mind, he says, “Going to touch you back now.”
I close my eyes. This is so wrong, so twisted and sick. I shouldn’t want his hands anywhere near me. But it’s what fate wants. And she must want it for a reason, right? She must have bound us together for a purpose. I can’t believe it’s random – the man sent to kill me, the man destined to be my mate.
And so I trust in her again, letting him push me back against the blanket and the hard floor. Let him undo the fly of my jeans, let him shimmy them all the way down my legs so I’m lying there in just my top and my panties. There’s still time to stop this. Still time to tell him no. But again, I forget all the nagging doubts, all the reasons this is suicide, and focus in on that feeling thrumming deep in my gut, purring with excitement as he licks his tongue all the way up the inside of my leg until his nose is nuzzling right into my pussy lips.
“You’re going to be a good little rabbit for me now, aren’t you? You’re going to let me touch you. You’re not going to make a fuss. You’re going to let me hear you scream.”
Fear brushes over my skin, but I’m so wet now, there’s no denying how much I want him to touch me, how much I want to scream for him.
He peers up at me from between my thighs, his pretty mismatched eyes glinting in the pale light. Then he lifts his hand to my mouth, tracing his fingers under my chin and upto my mouth, touching my lips before thrusting his fingers inside my mouth.
“Suck,” he commands and I do as he says.
His eyes twinkle with that excitement, then he removes his fingers and yanks away my panties, staring down at me all bare and wet for him.
“Never seen anything so pretty,” he murmurs. Then he’s thrusting those same fingers deep inside my pussy. I guess I’m pretty turned on, swollen and sensitive, because it feels divine, my hips rising and my elbows giving way beneath me. His gaze sweeps up from my pussy to my face and remains locked there as he massages his fingers inside me. “Tell me what you like,” he says, those eyes flicking over my face. Something I’m understanding means he’s struggling to read me, unable to understand me.
“Like that,” I pant. “Like that.”
“You want it hard?” he says, rubbing me with force. “Or soft?” He decreases the pressure.
“Both. All of it.”
He nods, his expression serious. He’s taking notes.
“And this,” he asks. “This is the spot?”
He hits the point inside me that has me crying out, my hips lifting again and my hands scrabbling in the blanket. “Uh huh.” I manage to blurt out.
“Hmmm,” he says as my pussy flutters around his fingers. “What else do you want, little rabbit? What else do you need?” His eyes are burning hot and all the shame I should be feeling is swept away in my undeniable desire for him.
“Here,” I say, parting my pussy lips and showing him with my hand where my clit lies. “I need you to touch me here too.”
He examines the place. “Show me how. Show me how you want me to touch you.”
I swallow and then ring my clit with my finger as he massages deep inside me. The combination of the two actions has me soaring upwards.
He studies the movements of my finger with an intensity I find mesmerizing. I can’t drag my gaze away from his face.
Moans start to fly from my mouth, my body writhing on the blanket. I can feel the orgasm inside me building and building.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him.
“Fuck, yes, as loud as you can, little rabbit. I want to hear you scream so fucking badly.”
He pushes my hand to one side and presses his thumb to my clit. I’m so overly sensitive he shoots a bolt of electricity straight through my body and I cry out.
He growls, his face wild with excitement now. He flicks me again with his thumb and I scream a second time, my hips rising right off the floor.
“Little rabbit!” he moans. And then he’s flicking me hard and fast, his finger moving inside me too, and I lose all control, all reason. The orgasm building inside me is powerful and all-consuming and when it comes, I think for a minute he’s shot us through time and space again, because I forget where I am, who I am, why I’m here. For a brief moment, the world disappears and all I am is feeling, swimming through my body, lifting me up and spinning me around. I’m lost like that, drowning in clouds of bliss, and then I float back down to earth, panting as I flutter open my eyes and find him looking straight into them.
“It felt good?” he asks me.
I giggle as I catch my breath. “Yes, just a bit.”
He frowns. “Only a bit!”
I giggle again and rest my hand on his cheek. “It’s just a way … it was good, really, really good.” I sigh, ecstasy still humming in every one of my nerves.
