Primal Pursuit

I don’t care that I’m gagging. Tearing up. I don’t care that he’s suffocating me with every hard thrust into my mouth. And I don’t care that we’re being watched. In fact, the idea spurs me on. It thrills me. Makes me want to put up one hell of a fucking show.

Davian hisses and moans, sucking air through his teeth every time he hits the back of my throat. His every move is an instinctual pounding into my mouth, one after the other.

I bathe him with my tongue, licking and sucking on his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth to suckle on those, lick them and then back up his shaft to the head before swallowing his cock again.

“Jesus. Fuck, Rabbit.” He pulls out, grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me to my feet. “Let’s show this fucker what he can never have.”

My legs shake as I stand, and Davian has me turning, bending over, and parting my thighs like that girl at the strip club.

“You see this pussy?” he says to Mike. “That’s mine.” He drags a finger through my slit, showing ownership. “All. Fucking. Mine.” Then slaps my ass hard, lighting my flesh on fire.

I’m drunk on the moment—the whole sick, fucked vibe of the moment. And I’m lost in Davian. Consumed by the killer. Possessed by the monster.

And I love it.

He grabs me by my hair and pulls me up, turning and forcing me to bend over the bench. I’m facing chained little Mike now, and Davian’s laughter rolls through the warehouse like malicious ripples of madness, and I find myself smiling, too, joining his chaos.

I cry out when he plunges balls deep into my pussy, his shaft stretching me, and every time he hits home, that nub of nerve endings throbs. With every violent thrust, he strokes against the ones inside, too, on my G-spot, before hitting deep and sending a rolling wave of pleasure to every corner of my body. One that’s tinged with the dark edge of pain, dull and aching, something that blooms into pleasure and has me pushing back for more.

“Your sweet cunt is so fucking tight, Rabbit. And fuck. Your tattoo. It’s like the icing on the cake.” He puts his thumb on it and traces it as he slams into me.

I moan out a grunt of need, my cunt grasping at him tight, my clit hitting the edge of the bench in such a way I’m on the verge of coming again.

“I want to see it,” I say breathlessly.

“You will, darling Rabbit. You fucking will. First, I want your ass.” He pulls out and pushes his way back in, hissing as he holds my hips to stroke into me.

And without asking me to, I stare at the man hanging on the wall. He’s trying not to look, but he keeps slipping his gaze down, and I’m half thrilled, half horrified at the fear and erection he’s sporting.

I’m turned on. Not by him, but by the power and the sexual energy, the pagan, primal thing that’s pulsating back and forth between me and Davian. I love every thrust ofhis cock into my ass and can feel the girth and length of him as he pushes in. His thrusts keep rocking me, grinding my sex against the table, and I clutch the edges as the pressure turns into a tingle that slowly trickles into a heated wave, exploding into a gush of pleasure that rips out of me. I’ve experienced this before. I know I’m squirting, my orgasm flooding down my thighs.

“Such a beautiful slut,” Davian growls as he grabs my head, clutching so tight my scalp burns. His thrusts turn erratic. Desperate. Grueling. And he hisses as he pulls out, spraying his hot cum on my back.

Wet ropes of it hit my skin like some kind of fucked-up baptism, and I’m barely able to catch my breath.

He drags me up and walks me into the wall to tongue fuck my mouth. It’s hard, heady, savage, and completely out of control. We’re all lips and tongue and teeth and ecstasy, and I moan with disappointment when he breaks away.

“Get dressed, Rabbit. Go upstairs.” He wipes stands of hair from my sweaty face. “I’ve got work to do.”

But I shake my head. “No.”

He scowls at my blatant refusal. “Rabbit,” he warns.

“I’m staying.”

“Not an option.”

“You put my cunt on display for this man. Fucked me in front of him. The least you can do is let me watch you kill him.”

Davian studies me for a moment, and I’m not sure I like his deafening silence.

“I’ll use my safe word if you try to get me out of here.”

He drops his forehead against mine. “That’s not how itworks, sweet Rabbit. It’s a safe word, it’s not a disobey-Davian word.”

“I know. So?”

“So. You do what I say. You’re the rabbit, Rabbit.”