Primal Pursuit

He picks up my other ankle and slips off my shoe to kiss the sole of my foot before putting the shoe back on and tying that ankle.

I’m spread-eagled, every inch of my skin buzzing with an electric current, and a chair scrapes right behind me.

“Almost perfection.” Davian moves again, and this time when he comes back, something cold drips on my ass, and he spreads the fluid.

A jolt passes through me and my head jerks, resulting in the tight snap of the strap on my throat.

Oh. Fuck.

It’s the lube, and he presses something that feels huge and smooth against my ass. One of the plugs. The glass one with the little fluffy bud of a cotton tail.

Heat streaks through me at that thought. I remember him buying it with a taunt about turning me into a real rabbit. It’s a small ball of tiny white fake feathers and sparkles.

It could be the silicone one, but I’m betting he wants to bring on the humiliation.

It goes all the way in, fattest near the base before it tapers down, and my body closes around it. The bottom of the plug—tail no doubt included—sits inside me, and the sensation is both vulnerable and erotic.

Davian’s voice is full and deep as he remarks, “Oh, wow, look at that. My rabbit has a tiny, fluffy cotton tail.”

I’m stretched, and I try to wriggle, but I’m strapped too tight.

“Careful. I told you not to move too much.”

“Fuck you.”

“We need to work on broadening your vocabulary, Rabbit. You’re like a broken record playing the same insult over and over.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“If you get through this without actually killing me, I just might.”

A toy, thick at the top, slender at the base…oh, shit…with a small piece that fits over my clit slots into place, and Davian cups his hand between my thighs.

He leans over me, his warmth, the fine wool of his jacket, brushing over my naked skin. “Now you’re niceand full. Are you going to be a good little rabbit and hold it in? Or do I need to get the harness to hold it for you?”

Suddenly, I’m on fire, vibrating, and I try—I really fucking try—but it’s too much. Too intense, too fast. My toes curl in my shoes, my hands fist and my feet shake as I grit my teeth, the orgasm flying through me like exquisite shrapnel.

He chuckles. “Strap it is.”

“Asshole.”

“No, Rabbit, your asshole’s a little rabbit tail now. Very pretty.” Then he pauses. “A strap will be in the way, won’t it?”

Jackson’s feet shift into view. “Yeah. But dude?—”

“Do your fucking job, Jackson, and keep your commentary to yourself.”

I growl.

“You, too, Rabbit. Unless you use your safe word.”

The anger surges along with the inexplicable need to please him, and I’m both tense and floating, satiated and needing to come. Again. And he’s not going to let me. He’ll?—

A click fills the air. Followed by another and another and another. “Perfect, Rabbit. Something to look at on cold, lonely nights.”

Oh, God…he’s taking pictures of me. And my traitorous clit throbs against the toy.

“You can start,” Davian says. “Unless Rabbit has anything to say.”