Primal Pursuit

“We’re all savages, Davian. Even the tamest has potential to become one, given the right incentive.”

I pause.

Well, well, well. Interesting. She knows my fucking name.

I keep out of any media; I don’t give my name to hook-ups. How and why she knows it is something I’m going to uncover. But for now, I don’t react.

“How about this, savage little rabbit?” I stroke my thumb up to her chin so her head’s raised, and I look straight down into those glittering dark blue pools. “I dare you not to use it until you absolutely think you need to.”

“If I use it right now?”

“Then you’re a weak fucking thing that’s not worthy of my time. Are you really going to put an end to this and run off with your fluffy little tail down?”

“I’m not weak,” she grits out.

“You sure about that?” I pinch her pussy lips around her clit, and her red lips part.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”

I let out a small breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “You made me chase you tonight, so I want something.”

“Which is?”

“If I make you come, I get your number.”

I release her throat, dropping my hand to her waist, and turn her around, pushing her face-first up against the wall, flipping up her coat. She’s got a ripe ass that’s been designed for me. Full, smaller waist, hourglass and perfect curves with luscious, soft flesh.

I smack her ass, eyeing the pink handprint slowly appearing, with a kind of satisfaction that makes my cock throb. And the way she presses her hips out toward me like she wants more—she better hope I don’t lose control tonight.

I slide my hand between her legs, dipping a finger into her cunt, deep. She moans, and I add another digit, loving the slight sound that escapes those sultry red lips.

I work my fingers in her, curling toward me, up and down, and then I pull out and take the wetness I gathered and paint her asshole.

“What? No,” she starts to object.

“Savage?” I challenge, and she bites her lip. “You got your safe word, Rabbit. Use it.”

“Fuck you, Davian.”

“No, Rabbit. You got it the wrong way around. I’m gonna fuck you.”

I unzip my pants, pulling out my stiff and aching cock, working the shaft, up to the tip, rubbing the precum around, torturing myself. My fingers are back inside her wet channel while I jerk my cock, and she remains still, palms planted against the wall with zero attempt to escape.

Spreading more wetness from her cunt to her ass, I start to work her back hole, prepping her body for me—one finger, two fingers, then three, jerking my dick at the sight. This isn’t her first rodeo. Thank fuck. I don’t have time for virgins, going slow and gentle, trying to make it as painless as possible. And in the morning, your little virgin turned into a puppy who wants to hump your leg all day and pees from excitement when you give her the slightest bit of attention.

No.

I don’t have time for that shit.

Adrenaline is what turns me on. Crossing lines. Bringing the pain. And this little firecracker might just be able to handle it.

Rabbit sticks her ass out, an offering, like she did in the club, and I don’t think she even knows she’s doing it.

I ease my fingers from her and place my cock’s head at her hole, loving the way she stiffens.

Leaning closer, I bring my lips to the back of her neck, pressing my tongue against her skin, and lick all the way to her ear, tasting the bittersweetness that is her. “Say it, Rabbit. Say your safe word, and this stops.”

Her silence is electrifying.