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“She needed aftercare. No one else was around.”
“I would have been in a few minutes once I could move again. She kicked me the nads. Forgive me for being down for a minute.”
Otis laughed hard. He returned to the kitchen area. “This sweet bunny kicked you in the dick? You must have had it coming. She’s too gentle for all that.” He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of applesauce. “I’m making her food. You hungry?”
Andrew shook his head with a kind smile before his expression shifted to an annoyed glare when his eyes fell on me. I curled more into myself, hiding my nudity behind drawn knees and wrapped arms while wishing for the couch to swallow me whole. I really wanted my towel off the floor but would be damned if I asked him to get it for me. However, his looming also assured I would not be retrieving it for myself.
“Naughty, naughty bunny. Why did you run away from me?”
Seriously?
“Because you’re a fucking asshole.” I turned my head. I could see a small smile on Otis’ face as he stood at the kitchen island making sandwiches.
Andrew tsk’d. “Why am I that? Can you please tell me so it’s clear?”
“You violated my trust,” I huffed.
“How so?”
My anger had me swing back so I could sneer at him. “If you wanted to fuck me, you should have just said something.”
“Ah.” Andrew crouched low to meet me on my level. “You deserve better than some mundane date. I’m thrilled you came here.”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“Oh, you will be,” he countered with a predatory smile.
“Nooo, I might be fucking him later,” I declared pointing my thumb at Otis, “if he wants me, but you can go fuck right the fuck off.”
Suddenly, Andrew was on the couch next to me, and I was flung facedown over his lap. One large hand pressed the small of back to keep my squirming, screaming body in place while his other hand gently patted my ass like he thought to pet me into submission. He seemed unbothered by my shrieks and kicking legs.
And like in the woods, Andrew was ever patient enough to wait for me to tire myself out. I kicked. I screamed. I threatened and pleaded. I damned him to hell and even fired him—twice. Nothing. He just continued to hold and pat and make shushing white noise.
When exhaustion finally stilled my flailing limbs, and my hollering had mostly subsided into panting huffs, I dropped my forehead on the couch, and he responded.
“It’s likely we will both be fucking you later—at the same time. Would you like that, little rabbit? Have you ever had two cocks at the same time?”
He punctuated his question by running a finger down my ass crack. I tensed and held my breath but gave no answer. His fingers glided into the folds of my pussy while his thumb pressed against my nether hole, attempting to coax the tight ring of muscle to relax.
The gentle rubbing and smoothing of the intimate massaged were obviously meant to both lull and arouse me. And fuck if I did not feel both lulled and aroused. I hated myself for it. I hated that I was succumbing to the mastery of his domination so easily.
“I don’t want this,” I growled.
He slipped two fingers into my channel effortlessly as if to dispute my claim. “You have a safeword. Use it.”
I groaned when he pulled out to lubricate everything with my essence, from ass to clit, then returned to his fingers the greedy hole that ached and throbbed to be filled again. God, I wanted an orgasm so fucking bad.
But that was no way to go out. I couldn’t just let him win…could I?
My initial anger and temper tantrum had sapped all my physical energy, leaving my weak body content to accept whatever pleasure Andrew was willing to give, if only to get some satisfaction out of all the turmoil. My spirit didn’t want to break so easily.
“Please just spank me instead,” I mumbled in defeat, covering my face with my hands. Pain was easier to swallow than whatever this dominant sorcery he used to tame me. “Just hurt me already and get it over with. You don’t need to do all this.”
“Oh, no,” he said, punctuating his point with a deep thrust while simultaneously snatching my hair with his free hand, cruelly forcing my head up. Pain spiked the pleasure, and I cried out a breathy protest. “I’m not going to spank you. I’m going to finger-fuck this bad attitude out of you, and then you are going to beg me to stick my cock deep in your ass as an apology for being a brat today.”
I shook my head in denial the best I could within his tight grip, but his magical fingers were stealing all my objections. I finally allowed myself to relax into his intimacy, which he rewarded by loosening his grip on my scalp. And when I gently rocked back to meet his thrusting fingers thus encouraging his attention, he released my hair altogether. My pussy quivered under his masterful hand. I began to pant in my rapid ascent toward climax.
“Please,” I begged.
