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I take note that Keys is less talkative than normal, and while he doesn’t seem to specifically try to avoid Neil’s gaze, he doesn’t seek it out, either. It’s like he’s trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
Good. He needed to be knocked down a peg or two.
Bunny chats animatedly with Neil as we eat, asking him about his job at the gaming company. I don’t think he notices, but I quickly pick up that she’s angling for information on what he might know that was worth trashing his place for. Neil’s answers are frank and naively innocent. If he does know something, he doesn’t know he knows.
Since Bunny’s questioning gets us nowhere, I break into her conversation with some questions of my own.
“So, Neil, since it’s obvious you don’t know shit, what about this Bunnyluv of yours? You think someone was out looking for information onher?” I emphasize the pronoun, and on Neil’s other side, out of his line of sight, Keys cringes.
Neil blinks, and his brows shoot up. “You don’t think she’s in danger, do you? I don’t know much about her, certainly not enough to get her in trouble. We just game together. I don’t even know her real name.”
“I’m sureshe’sin no more danger than you are here with us,” I say, shooting a glare at Keys. “Provided no one knows you’re here, I’d say you’re both probably equally safe.”
He shakes his head. “Even Bunnyluv doesn’t know I’m here. I swear, I haven’t told anyone.”
Well, that’s good. If the one person he seems to care about outside of the Burrow doesn’t know about the Burrow, then he probably hasn’t told anyone else, either, and we’re less likely to have to worry about the Cobra burning the place down around us.
“You could try leaving him the fuck alone about it already,” Keys mumbles around a bite of potatoes.
I didn’t think Keys had balls that big. They must’ve grown since I last saw ‘em.
Blatantly ignoring Keys’ smart mouth, I lean closer to Neil and gesture at him with my steak knife. We don’t have any food tonight that requires something that sharp, but I’m eating with it to make a point—pun intended.
“Nobody knows about the Burrow?”
“Nobody.”
“Good.” I sit back again and stab a bite of chicken with my knife, eating straight from the tip of the serrated blade. Neil blanches a bit, but Bunny just rolls her eyes and pulls out her own switchblade. Where she keeps that damn thing I have yet to find out, but she’s always got it on her somehow. Her bra, maybe? Who knows. She stabs her own piece of chicken and offers it to Neil, letting him take a ginger bite off the razor-sharp knife.
Now that Bunny’s established her dominance, my mood is even more sour. She knows I like to be in charge, at least for appearances’ sake. She shouldn’t be playing unless she wants a lesson tonight after dinner.
Then again, maybe she does. She’s always had a bit of brat in her; this could be her way of initiating play before we even get started.
The thought gets me excited, and I shift in my seat to hide the growing hard-on I’m sporting. Bunny knows how to push my buttons, and that switchblade schtick is just the thing to get me going. If she’s game, I’m game. I nudge Doc and ask him in a low whisper if he’d take over cleanup duties for me tonight. He raises his brow but nods with a grin. He knows.
Cool. Bunny time for me for dessert. Excellent.
After the conversation peters out, I grab Bunny caveman-style and toss her, giggling, over my shoulder. Time to establish my role in front of everyone before the new guy gets any ideas. “Come on, Bun. You’re staying in my room tonight.”
“’Kay.”
I’d almost rather she fought me, but it’s still hot that she’s agreeing to it. No arguing, no bitching and moaning, just straight up obedience. My good girl.
When we get back to my room, I slam the door behind us and toss Bunny on the bed. She giggles as she bounces on the mattress. I lock the bolt and turn around, hands already at my belt. I need Bunnynow; I don’t have time to play games. I’m about to fucking bust.
Bunny shrieks playfully as I yank her leggings off by the ankles, but when I crawl on top of her and grab the handcuffs that are hooked to the headboard, she stills.
“Have I been bad, Daddy?” she asks with a pout.
“You know you have, brat.” I take each wrist and cuff her so her hands are raised above her head. Bunny moans and arches her back, playing a role I taught her well.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Tell me how bad I was.”
With one hand I grab her jaw, and the other takes a firm hold of her tank top. Bunny’s chest heaves as she pants with desire. She loves to play it dangerous with me, and I’m in a dangerous mood.
“You think it’s okay to whip out your knife and play ‘Whose Is Bigger’ at the dinner table? Huh?” I give her jaw a yank and rip the tank halfway open. Her pert, perky breast slips out, and I bite into the meat of it. She squeals and moans at the same time somehow. I let my knee slip between her legs and feel her wetness coat the hairy skin of my thigh as she rubs against it.
Bunny’s breath comes in short, shallow huffs as she humps my leg. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. Show me how to be a good girl for you.Please, Daddy …”
