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“You danced at that club without my permission.” His rough hand drags up the side of my arm and onto my chin. “I need to make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”
My panties soak with every word. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, biceps flexing with each move, his dark gaze drenched in carnal urges I know all too well.
“You can punish me, if that’s what you think I need.” I pant as I speak, desperate for him to leave marks all over me.
He growls low in his throat and peels his flannel off my frame, letting it drop onto the counter. Beneath the red checkered fabric, I’m wearing nothing but panties. The pasties are gone, and there I sit, bare chested in front of a giant, desperate for him to do terrible things to me. I wonder if I should tell him how long it’s been since I’ve been touched, so he takes it easy, but I decide against it. I want to see all he has. I want him raw and unabridged.
“Look at these pretty tits.” He cups them in his hands and leans in, twisting his tongue around my nipple before biting gently on each one. “You’re going to have to tell me to stop now if you’re not interested, little rabbit. How far are we going tonight?”
“So far,” I manage. “As far as you desire.” I swallow hard as his beard scratches against my breasts.
“Good, little rabbit,” he growls. “I’ll give you a head start.”
“A head start?”
He nods and narrows his thick brows. “You’re not going to take your punishment willingly, are you?”
My jaw drops open, and I stare toward him wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.
Does he want to chase me? I think he wants to chase me. I’ve never been chased in my life, especially not around sex. I don’t know what to think. Am I supposed to like this?
I sit for a moment with the idea of him hunting me down, following me around the house, stalking me, yelling for me, until finally he catches me in his snare. My clit throbs and I consider his question. ‘You’re not going to take your punishment willingly, are you?’
Am I?
Finally, I speak, excited for what comes next, “Hell no! I won’t take it willingly.”
He grins. “Good, little rabbit. Then take off your panties and run.”
Chapter Eight
Atlas
Peyton is a goddess. Her tight little seam, pink and glistening. Her heavy, low-hanging breasts. Her hard nipples. The way her round ass shakes when it moves.
I press my hand to my cock and stand in the hallway, watching her scramble for a hiding place. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I want her to run from me. I want to chase her. I want to catch her sweet little frame in my arms and spank her ass for disobeying.
“Little rabbit, I’m coming for you…” My tone is low as I search the house beyond the end of the hall where I watched her run to. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you when I find you?”
A sweet squeak echoes from the back hallway closet. I smile and re-divert toward it.
“I’m going to spank that round ass and scrape my teeth against the lips of that thick pussy while you tell me who you belong to.”
Another whimper.
The closet door opens, and she makes a run for the front of the house.
I love this. She’s into it.
A scream echoes from her soft lips as I chase her down the hall, and she runs into the living room. A nervous smile lifts herface as she stares toward me. I have her cornered. She could run left, but I’d cut her off at the kitchen, or she could run right into the wall of windows. There is of course straight, but I doubt my little rabbit would give into me that easily.
“Which way do you go? I have you cornered.”
She chuckles and runs toward the windows, but I cut her off and wrap her into my arms.
She giggles and squirms against me and the cold glass as snow falls behind her. This is what life is about. This moment. This single moment of her thick body against mine, writhing with desire.
“Bend over.” I slide my hand against her back and guide her forward until her thick, round ass is in the air and she’s panting for forgiveness. Her long hair drapes down over her shoulders. The scent of vanilla and pine is in the air. I take in each second, committing to memory every sound, every move, every scent.
