Chocolate Bunny

Chatper-1

The air in the lodge is thick with the scent of pine, expensive bourbon, and the rising musk of seven men in peak condition.

I stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch the early morning mist roll off the valley. The leather of my wolf hood is cool against my skin. It fits tight. It maps the contours of my skull and leaves only my mouth and chin exposed. The tall, stiff ears reach toward the timber beams of the ceiling. I flex my shoulders. The motion causes the leather harness buckled tight across my chest to bite into my skin.

My cock pulses behind the heavy leather jockey, trapped and straining against the constraint.

I turn back to the room. My six companions stand in a semi-circle. They are naked save for the same black leather hoods, formal bow ties, and harnesses. We are a collection of wolves waiting for the signal to hunt our prey. As the alpha of the pack, the authority of the weekend rests on my shoulders.

“Bring them in,” I command. My voice is muffled but resonant behind the leather mask.

One of the men pushes the side door inward. Seven women file into the room on all fours. They move with a practiced, rhythmic crawl.

Quinn leads the pack. My little bunny is a masterpiece of dark, shimmering skin and raw submission. She wears a white lace teddy that barely contains the heavy swell of her breasts. The fabric is sheer. The dark circles of her areolae press against the lace. She’s an enticing vision. A fluffy white bunny tail is anchored deep in her ass by a polished steel plug.

The sight of the white fur twitching between her plush, dark cheeks sends a jolt of pure electricity to my gut.

“Line up,” Sam, my second, grunts from my right.

The bunnies form a row in the center of the hardwood floor. They sit back on their heels. Their spines arch. Their chests thrust forward. Quinn catches my eye. Her brown gaze is wide and hungry. We’ve both been waiting in anticipation for this three-day-long weekend.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip. She is already salivating.

I walk toward her. My boots strike the floor in a dull thud. I stop inches from her face. The scent of her—a mix of vanilla and the sharp, salty tang of her arousal—hits me like a physical blow. I reach down to tilt her chin, holding her gaze.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

Pleased, I reach for the brass bell on the mantle. The sound echoes through the lodge, signalling the first round has begun.

“Up.”

She rises on her knees and unbuckles the leather flap of my jockey. My cock springs free. A turgid, purple-headed nine and a half-inch of pillar of dark-veined muscle.

Quinn leans forward. Her first lick is a broad, wet sweep of her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip.

I groan.

She smiles and doubles her efforts to get me off.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in the synthetic white fur of her bunny ears. I pull her head back and then shove her down. She takes my entire length in one fluid, practiced gulp. Her throat stretches.

My pet has no gag reflex. She stares into my eyes as she bobs on my dick, sucking me off loudly.

Around us, the room is a symphony of wet, slurping sounds and muffled grunts. The race is on. The first man to cum grants his bunny a head start in the egg hunt.

I look down at Quinn. Her cheeks are hollow. She is working with a feverish, desperate hunger.

She wants that lead.

She wants to win.

Aiming to give it to her. I thrust my hips forward. My cock knocks against the back of her throat with blunt force. I’m a beast of hard muscles as I fuck her face the way she likes it.

Her eyes roll back in her head.

The frantic pulse of her heart presses against my thigh. She’s a slave to the task, slurping and moaning. Her tongue swirls around the ridge of my cock head as she cups my balls, hollows her cheeks and suckles.

Fuck.

Tension builds at the base of my spine and rolls upward like a forest fire. I grip her ears tighter, anchoring her in place. My balls tighten. The heat coursing through my veins turns into a roaring, uncontrollable flood.

“Yes, pet,” I hiss.

My little bunny hums.

A ripple of pleasure shot through me.

I erupt. Firing a thick, scalding stream of seed down her throat. I continue to pump into her until I’m empty.

Quinn swallows every drop. She licks the stray beads of my release from my shaft with a greedy, lashing tongue.

Once I’m cleaned to her satisfaction, she looks up at me, waiting for my approval. Her chin glistens a combination of my nut and her spit. Her expression is one of pure, unadulterated triumph.

“Good girl.” I bend, slanting my mouth over hers.

She purrs, deepening the kiss.

The sound resonates in my balls.

Breaking the kiss, I straighten to my full height. “Winner Quinn,” I announce to the room. “Get your basket, pet. You have as much of a head start before the next bunny is released.”

Quinn springs to her feet. She grabs a small wicker basket from the table. Within seconds, she disappears through the terrace doors and onto the manicured lawn of the estate.

I follow her out into the early morning air. A lone figure out on the terrace. My cock is still weeping, watching her white tail bounce as she scurries around searching for her first egg.

Behind me the other men are still struggling. Sam is cursing under his breath as his bunny fails to find a rhythm. Chris, my third is close; his jaw’s locked in a grimace of pleasure. I re-buckle my harness. Fold my arms above my chest and wait with the predatory hum of the hunt vibrating in my marrow.

A blur of white in the distance snags my attention. My cock kicks, growing hard for my bunny.

Chatper-2

I stand on the stone terrace and track the flash of Quinn’s white tail as it disappears into the meticulously sculpted gardens.

She moves with a frantic, focused energy across the emerald expanse of the lawn. The other six men remain inside the lodge. Their grunts of exertion and the wet sounds of their partners’ labor filter through the open glass doors. I check the gold watch on my wrist.

So far, my little bunny has got a five-minute lead and counting.

Chris erupts with a guttural shout. “Yes, pet milk daddy. Drain my balls.”

 Sam follows seconds later. One by one, the men finish. They re-buckle their harnesses and join me out the patio, flanking my left and right. We are a vision of dominance. Our leather hoods glinting in the early sun. We cast long, black eared shadows across the lawn. To our right, the koi pond ripples as the orange fish swim around.

“Out, in the order you’ve pleased us,” I command.

The six remaining bunnies scramble through the door one after the other, clutching their wicker baskets.

No two went in the same direction as they fan out across the manicured grounds in their various colored teddies—blue, pink, red, and emerald…

The seven of us remain on the terrace and sip our bourbon as the clock ticks.

Patiently, I watch the horizon and imagine Quinn hunting for the brightly colored plastic eggs. I imagine the way the steel plug in her ass pulses with every step she takes. And how by now her pussy is dripping wet.

My mouth springs water. The memory of burying my face in her fat cunt and drowning on her sweet nectar, almost too much to bear.

Again, I check my watch.

Thirty minutes has passed. The sun climbs higher. The mist evaporates and reveals the full expanse of the lodge’s grounds.

Across the yard a bunny in a red teddy stumble near a marble bench. Sam’s partner, in blue, frantically dig through a pile of leaves near the roots of a massive oak.

They’re lagging behind the pace Quinn set and desperate as the time runs out.

Chris starts the countdown as I raise the bell, to call them back.

On five, I ring the bell three times. The sound carries across the emerald expanse, drawing the first round to an end.

Seven bunnies emerge from the gardens. They are disheveled. Hair windblown. Breasts heaving from exertion. Their pouty cock sucking lips, visibly swollen from being used roughly.

Beautiful.

Quinn is the first to reach the terrace. She stops on the grass below, near the bed of flowering hydrangeas. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. She is radiant. Her white teddy is torn slightly at the shoulder.

Briefly, I wonder what happened before I become I’m once again distracted milk chocolate brown skin, slick with a fine, glistening sweat.

My cock kicks.

Her basket is overflowing. The plastic eggs piled high in a mound of neon colors. She kneels before me.

The other bunnies follow, kneeling beside her. They hold their baskets out for inspection.

I walk down the marble stone steps and approach them. My boots crunch on the gravel path edging the grass as I move down the line, counting the haul.

“Quinn,” I announce. I hold her basket up for the others to see. “Twenty-four eggs. A decisive victory.”

The other bunnies look at the ground. Sam’s partner has ten. Chris’s partner has twelve. The loser, a girl in a yellow teddy named Mia, has only four.

She trembles under the stern gaze of my appointed punisher, Mr. X. He makes the eighth man, but unlike the rest of us he came alone.

Mr. X breaks his toys, so I keep the fucker on a tight leash. He’s a beast of a man, taller than my six-five. Slabs of heavy muscles layer his massive frame.

The barrel of his chest heaves, as he stares down his next sacrifice to the wheel. His thick cock stands erect, exposed through the wide O-ring at the front of his jockey. Several barbell piercings run in a ladder up the underside of his curved length. A thick sterling ring pierces the broad angry tip. Precum drips from it. 

The ground trembles under his feet as he makes his way over to Mia. With a meaty fist he grabs the base of his dick and paints her lips with his arousal, while her dom, Grant watches.

Grant’s dick is a hard bar sheathed behind the flap of his jockey. He bites his lips, in anticipation of the show to come.

I stepped forward, torn between my desire to watch Mr. X dole out his punishment and my curiosity to hear Quinn’s request. 

“Pet,” I say, fisting a handful of her dark curls. I pull her head back. “You have the most eggs. You have the right of choice. Tell the Den your desire.”

Quinn looks at me. Her eyes are dark and wild. She looks at Sam, and then at Chris. And I know what her prize will be.

I tamp down the surge of possessive heat that rises in my chest. There should be no jealousy among us, here at the lodge. But it is not something I can help.

These men have been wanting a taste of my new pet. And I can’t fault them; I’ve sampled every last one of theirs.

“I want you, Master,” she says.

My eyes widen in surprise for a fraction, before I shutter my expression.

“And I want Sam,” she continues, her voice steady. “And Chris.”

A low murmur of approval ripples through the men. Sam and Chris step forward. They unbuckle their jockeys. Their cocks spring free, thick and eager in the morning air.

“Inside,” I command, leading the way.

The great room of the lodge is set up for an audience. The center of the room is dominated by a raised dais covered in black furs. The other men and their bunnies take their places on the water-protected chaises surrounding the dais. They sip their hard liquor. Restricted by the rules of the hunt to keep their cocks sheathed. Each man fondles their partners’ breasts and pussies.

I help Quinn onto the furs. She rolls onto her knee, spreads her legs wide and arches her back. The white lace of her crotchless teddy stretches open to reveal the dark, wet slit of her weeping pussy.

“Chris, take her mouth.” I stroke myself. “Sam, take her pussy.”

Sam lifts her and settles beneath her. He guides his dick to her center and thrust up, driving home.

Quinn cries out, fingers digging into the black fur for purchase.

Chris kneels at her head. He slides his cock into her eager mouth, pumping into her nice and slow as she rides Sam.

She moans and wraps her hands around his thighs, deep throating him.

I move behind her, grab her waist and haul her back until her beautiful ass is elevated. She shakes it for me, rolling her hips.

Sam groans, gripping her waist to keep her firmly on his dick.

My pet is a goddess.

I squeeze lube on my fingers and on my cock, then tug free her white furry tail. The steel plug slips out with a wet, sucking pop.

She gasps.

I don’t give her time to recover, rubbing the glob of lube in and out of her tight, puckered ring.

Quinn trembles. Her love for anal fucks with my mental on a daily, that I get to enjoy it in front a crowd turns my cock to stone.

I ease into her, in a slow, agonizing stretch. Her internal walls resist the intrusion. The heat of her core pulses around me. I press forward until I’m buried to the root.

Quinn is a chorus of muffled moans and frantic breaths. My pet’s holes are stuffed with three big cocks at once. She is a vessel of pure pleasure.

I stroke into her, pressing my dick down.

Sam growls, feeling the building pressure of our dicks sliding over each other, that’s separated only by a thin membrane.

I buck into her, taking the lead, as he spreads her open.

Soon, he catches the rhythm, matching me stroke for stroke. We start slow, at first, then gradually build to a frantic, syncopated thrashing of hips.

Chris is the loudest of us as he grunts and hammers into her throat.

Sam huffs, pummelling her pussy. I grit my teeth and drill into her ass.

The sound of our bodies meeting hers is a wet, heavy percussion. The audience watches in charged silence.

At the other end of the room, Mia, the loser, is tied to the wheel, her back bent in a sever arch. Mr. X works himself in a state lashing her pussy.

He pauses only to fuck her mouth.

She can’t handle his size. She spits up globs of saliva, soaking his balls.

Each time she taps out for air, forcing him to stop he twists her nipples. Her cries ring out between the sharp gasps she manages before he slams his cock down her throat again.

Wrapping his big hands round her throat, he chokes her on his cock. Fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy.

He turns a hard glare on her dom, and points to the space between her trembling thighs tied to the wheel. Without need of further instructions Grant sucks her clit deep into his mouth as he pumps two fingers into her ass and brings her to a screaming climax.

I feel my own orgasm building. Quinn’s walls clamp down around me. Her pulse is in my cock. My head fall back on my shoulders, caught up in the wicked sensation of her heat, as she undulates her hips to meet our thrusts.

I’m close, the tension coiling in my gut pushes me closer to the edge. I look down at her brown skin and the white lace. The imprint of Sam fingers gripping her firm ass. He licks and suck on her breasts, pulling her nipples deep into his mouth.

She mewls around Chris’ cock, foaming at the mouth. Her pussy gushes, drenching our cocks in her molten heat.

Sam fucks her harder, dropping out of sync with my strokes for a moment.

My little bunny angles her head to look back at me. Tears run down her cheeks. She smiles around the cock fucking her face and I detonate.

“Agghhh,” I growl. “I’m coming.”

“Shit. Fuck yes.” Sam grinds into her, countering my quick frantic jabs.

Chris’s mouth hangs open. For the first time he’s silent. He bowls over her, arms locked around her head holding her in place as he comes.

The confluence of our releases is a violent, chaotic explosion. Chris fills her throat. Sam fills her pussy. I erupt deep in her ass. We keep pumping into her until we are spent.

Quinn seizes. She vibrates under the weight of our combined seed.

My bunny is a glistening masterpiece of submission.

We pull back. Quinn lies on the furs, her limbs splayed, her body dripping with the evidence of her triumph.

She is wrung out, though the smile on her face says otherwise.

I lift her into my arms and make a quick announcement that the second round of the hunt begins in the morning, before exiting the room. The rest of the day is theirs to do as they please.

Quinn looks up at me as I place her in the tub full of bubbling warm water, smelling of her favourite bath balm. Her eyes are glazed. She is on cloud nine.

But I see the spark of something else hidden behind those pretty lashes.

My heart thuds.

Quinn has been my little brat, long before she became my easter bunny. And there is nothing she loves more than misbehaving to see how far she can push me.

Chatper-3

The estate grounds are a masterpiece of sculpted nature. Emerald lawns stretch far, mown to a precise, velvet depth that invites the touch of bare skin. Weeping willows drape silver-green curtains over hidden pockets of shades. Koi ponds reflect the perfectly blue morning sky, while beneath the surface orange and white fish flash like submerged jewels. White marble benches sit nestled by beds of colourful flowers, offering a serene backdrop to the perverse disruption of the morning gala.

Standing on the stone terrace once more, I lean against a balustrade and watch the bunnies disperse for the second round. Quinn moves with a deliberate, sluggish grace. She wears a new white teddy and a pair of white silk stockings held up by lace garters. The fabric is stark against the rich brown of her thighs.

Her barefooted steps are unhurried. She swings her wicker basket with a lack of urgency that borders on defiance.

Beneath a massive oak, the shade flickering over her exposed breasts, my little bunny pauses. She looks back toward the lodge.

Meet’s my unwavering gaze as she reaches down to adjusts her teddy, pulling it tight over the mound of her fat pussy.

A blue plastic egg remains nestled in the roots of the tree, ignored.

“What is she doing?” Sam asks. He stands beside me, his leather hood removed to reveal a face clouded with lingering lust.

He’s staring too fucking hard at what doesn’t belong to him.

I ball my hands into fists to keep from shutting his eyes permanently.

The fucker squeezes his dick. “Maybe we were too rough. Did you forget to rub her down with the balm?”

Was this fucker questioning my ability to care for my woman?

Woman. The word zips through my mind like a flash of lightning.

Quinn’s my pet. At most, my mistress since she’s the only one, I’m currently fucking.

“Maybe she’s still sore,” Sam continues when I didn’t answer.

“No,” I grunt, rising to my full height. “Worry about your own woman.”

He grabs my arm, stopping me from walking. “I was thinking I could stay back, once the others leave. Share her like old times.”

I swing on him.

The fucker ducks, and levels a dirty right hook to my side.

Pain quakes across my gut. I ignore it, rushing him. He bear-hugs me, locking me tight.

“Stop. I’m only messing with you.”

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

He releases me and step back with his hands raised. “You’re in love with her.”

I huff. “You want her, you can have her.” The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

“God you’re stubborn. Remind me the purpose of this again.” he twirls his index finger in the air, speaking in general of the club he, Chris and I started almost a decade ago.

“I can’t be in love with her.”

“Why the fuck not. I saw your face, yesterday. You didn’t want to share her. It makes sense now, why you’ve been hemming and hawing, about this weekend. You’ve been with her for a year, and this is the first time you’re bringing her around. I’m not angry, brother. None of us are. We’re fucking jealous. How many pets have we gone through, searing for the one. You’ve found her.”

I meet his eyes, before my gaze swing to the last spot I saw Quinn. She’s moved on. Panic rises in my chest when I don’t see her. I step to the mouth of the stairs, fearing the worst. What if she pricked her feet? Or for fucksakes fall and hit her head.

“Calm down, she’s fine.” Sam stops me from tipping over the deep end.

“She’s…”

“Everything,” he finishes for me. “You didn’t have to come. Chris and I could’ve handled things here.”

“I know.”

“Tell me this is not a test? Tell me you didn’t bring her here on some fucked up reason, to convince yourself she’s not the one.”

I laugh. “We’ve been friends for too long.”

“Fuck,” he grumbles.

“The test wasn’t for her,” I say, finally spotting Quinn.   

My heart soars in the exact moment my shoulders relax and the weight of not having her in my sight lifts.

“I thought in bringing her along, once she sees this part of me, she’d leave.”

Sam barks a laugh. “Jokes on you. Look at her, she’s a fucking goddess.” He squeezes his dick again.

“You need to stop doing that, every time you look at my woman.”

“Can’t help it. Her cunt is tight as fuck. My only regret is that I won’t get a chance to sample her mouth and lovely ass. Think about making an exception, brother.” He pats my shoulder and walks off into the house.

Fucking asshole.

My eyes narrow on Quinn. “Little brat, you’re aching for the wheel.” I grunt.

Quinn moves toward a set of white wooden swings hanging from a sturdy branch. She sits. The motion of the swing causes her breasts to bounce. The white fur of her bushy tail hangs over the wooden seat.

She is a vision of innocence corrupted. My woman, my fucking prize.

The other bunnies are frantic. Mia, still stinging from the first round, scours the rose gardens on her hands and knees. She is desperate to avoid a return to the Punisher.

I chuckle to myself watching her. She is a creature of fear. My Quinn is a creature of desire.

The brass bell rings, this time by Chris who had been keeping track of the time.

“Time is up,” I roar.

The women return across the manicured lawns and file up the stone steps. They line up in front of the koi pond. Quinn is the last to arrive. She walks with her head held high, her basket swinging lightly at her side.

She stops in front of me, eyes bright with lust.

“Inspection,” I command.

As before I move down the line. Mia has eighteen eggs. Sam’s partner has fifteen. I reach Quinn. I look into her basket.

Seven.

She has one of the lowest counts, but she is not the loser of the round. A girl in a green teddy named Sarah has only five.

Quinn’s eyes flicker with a momentary flash of disappointment. She didn’t fail enough to get the wheel.

“Mia is the winner of round two,” I announce.

Her face lights up with a mixture of relief and predatory joy. She looks at me. As the alpha, I am the ultimate prize. She knows the rules. She knows she can claim the master of the Den.

“Master Vince,” Mia says. Her voice is a breathless purr. “I want you. I want you to eat pussy and fuck my ass in front of everyone.”

I look at Quinn. She stands on the periphery of the group. Her brown skin is flushed. Her jaw is tight. I see the jealousy in the way she grips the handle of her basket. But I don’t fault her for not wanting to share me. I felt the same not but a day ago.

“As you wish,” I say to Mia.

I lead her to a low stone wall overlooking the gardens and sit her on the edge. Curling my arms around her thin thighs I lift her hips and spread her legs open.

It might be fucked up of me, but I meet Quinn’s eyes before I bury my face in her heat.

Mia is a fountain of slick, sweet arousal. She screams into the morning air. Grips my hair and pulls me deeper.

I’m not focus on Mia. My eyes stay on Quinn.

She watches us, like a militant standing with her legs apart. Watching as I devour another woman.

Mia’s body vibrates under my tongue.

My little brat smirks. She turns to Mia’s wolf, a tall man named Leo. She walks up to him. And without a word drops to her knees and unbuckles his jockey, releasing his cock.

I growl, my face buried in Mia’s pussy. She shudders and ride my face, doing most of the work.

My gaze is fixed on my woman sucking Leo’s cock into her mouth. She does it with a violent, performative hunger. Canting her head, she keeps me in her line of sight while she sucks him off. Slurping and moaning, her eyes fixed on mine.

I’m fucking heated. But I’m the alpha, it’s my responsibility to maintain order even though I’m the least in control at the moment.

Quinn rises.

This is where she goes too far. She pulls Leo across the lawn. With a shove he drops into the garden chaise without a word of complaint. She climbs into his lap, reach between their bodies and guides is cock into her pussy.

Too fucking angry to pretend otherwise, I flip Mia around and bend her over the ledge. I pin her to the cold stone, spit on my hand and give my cock a few strokes before pushing into her gaping hole.

Mia stands wide as I pull back and slam into her. She moans my name, rubbing her clit.

But I’ve fucking lost the plot, watching Quinn ride a next man’s dick like she intends on breaking it off. Bottom lip caught between her teeth she cups her breasts and rolls her hips at a frantic pace.

Leo flicks and circle one of her nipples with his tongue as he holds her close, rocking into her pussy.

Beneath me Mia is a blubbering mess. She pushes with a hand. I don’t know how long she’s been begging me to slow down, how long I’ve been wrecking her asshole.

I don’t slow. Shit I can’t. She gives up, slumping against the ledge as I fuck my way into an orgasm that comes in the wake of Quinn screaming Leo’s name.

The fucker picks her up and sits her on his face, sucking on her gushing pussy.

I pull out of Mia’s gaping hole and spray her ass and the small of her back.

The entire lodge is silent. Every eye is either on me or Quinn, my little rebel.

I step back from Mia. My face is still wet with her essence. I’m far from caring, pinning Quinn with a hard glare.

Slowly she climbs off Leo, bends and licks her come off his face.  

Heat rise up my neck. The cold, sharp edge of my anger cuts through the haze of my lust. My little brat is testing the limits of my patience.

To save her my wrath I stay where I stand.

The little chit doesn’t come to me. No, she collapses beside Leo, her chest heaving, her skin slick with his sweat.

Sam is of the good sense to ring the bell. The sharp peel cuts through the red haze clouding my judgement.

“The final hunt begins tomorrow night,” I say. My voice is a low, dangerous growl. “Bunnies take the break, enjoy the rest. You’ll need your strength.”

Quinn raises her head to stare at me. She meets the storm in my eyes and smiles.

Fucking smile.

Very well, little brat you’ve won. You now have my total, undivided attention.

Chatper-4

The sun is sitting low in the sky, casting shades of carmine and golds across the horizon. I’ve switched the fairy lights on, turning the lawn and garden into a paradise of twinkling lights. Soft music pours from landscape speakers.

         I raise my hand, ringing the bell to signal the start of the third and final hunt. Only, things will be a little different this hour. Unlike the first two rounds the pack is about to join the hunt.

We are a rabid lot, staring after our preys disappearing into the evening light. There is no indication in our salivatory expressions we’d just gotten our cocks drained.

My gaze dip to the watch on my wrist. Sam, without looking begins to count down. Chris bounces on his feet.

“Five.” Sam grins. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoys this.”

I tip my head back and howl. The men standing with me, follow, our voices filling the cool night air.

A ripple of excitement passes through me, tracking one bunny in particular. My little rabbit gives chase, cutting toward the weeping willows. Her white stockings almost glowing in the fallen darkness.

She does not look back.

I descend the steps, my boots thudding with a slow, deliberate cadence on the gravel path. Sam and Chris flank me. Leo, still buzzing from Quinn’s unauthorized ride, follows close behind.

Mr. X will see to the three women, the men with me have abandoned for the real hunt. My only hope is that my threat to punish him holds long enough, that he doesn’t get carried away, and break one.

That is a concern, for later.

My men and I move as a pack. The leather harnesses creak with every stride.

The estate gardens are a maze of beauty and hidden alcoves. I pass a marble fountain where the water splashes over the backs of stone dolphins. A bunny in a blue teddy crouch near the base, her eyes wide as she tracks our approach. We ignore her. She is not the prize.

By the time I look up, our little chocolate bunny in white lace is no longer by the willows.

“Split up,” I command. “Find her. Flush her toward the gazebo.”

The men peel away. I continue toward the thickest part of the willow grove. The long, drooping branches create a private sanctuary of green light and shadow. I move silently now, my feet finding the softest patches of moss

I find a single white silk garter lying on the grass.

She taunts me.

Smirking, I push through a curtain of willow branches and stop dead in my tracks.

Quinn is on the swing, swaying. The last rays of the dying sun catch the steel of the bunny tail plug, making it glint like a beckoning star between her dark cheeks.

She’s been waiting. Evidence of the spread quilt, champagne on ice and the chaise where a flogger, lube and three different, colourful vibrators waits.

Fuck.

She hears the rustle of the leaves under my feet but doesn’t turn around.

Not right away.

“You found me, finally,” she sasses.

“Finding you, implies I lost you. I have no intention of letting you go, Quinn.”

I step into the clearing under the massive tree.

She turns halfway in the swing, her gaze scaling my towering height. The defiance is long gone, something softer, a simmering heat that is much more than the embers of desire tugs at me.

Three simple words weighs my tongue. Words I could say in several different tongues, show her in a hundred different ways. I hold them back, recognizing now was not the time.

Instead, I tip my head and howl, calling the others to our location.

Quinn’s chest settles into a slow rhythm. Her pretty brown eyes brighten with wanton lust.

Growling I eat up the space between us in four quick strides. I grab the back of her neck, pulling her to her feet.

She leans into me, her trust in me dazzling. My pet took to my lifestyle like a fish in water. Challenged me in ways, I didn’t see coming.  

She wants this, I realize with terrifying clarity. There’ll be no need to split myself, hide my true nature.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” My voice is rough with want. She’s stripped me of my control and dares me to face her free of all restraint.

It is frightening to think, but I don’t think I could love her any more than I do in this moment.

“When you told me about this weekend, your friends, I didn’t image it would be this good…liberating. I wasn’t prepared. Our sub/dom playtime is tame compared to this.”

“I feared once you saw the truth you’d walk away. I counted on losing you.”

Quinn reaches up and caresses my jaw, her warm palm pressing into the leather covering my face. “I don’t believe for a second you’d let me walk.”

I chuckle, brushing my lips over hers. “You’re right. You’d wake up cuffed to my bed.”

“Psycho,” she giggles, not realizing how much her words rings close to the truth.

Sam and Chris emerge from the shadows. Leo appears last, his expression hungry. We surround her. The four of us form a circle of black leather and turgid, impatient cocks.

Quinn bites her lips, looking at each of us in turn.

“On your knees, bunny,” I rasp.

She sinks onto the velvet grass and reach forward to unbuckle my jockey. My cock snaps forward, thick and weeping.

It’s unbelievable how hard I am for her.

She doesn’t wait for my permission, taking me into her mouth.  

Chris moves behind her. He grabs her waist and hauls her ass upward. “I’ve been dying to fuck your tight little ass.”

“Fuck you,” Sam growls. “I call dibs.”

“But look where my dick is, and where yours is. I’m closer.”

“Gentlemen,” Leo steps between my two best friends.

They could kill each other for all I care. Quinn’s warm hand is cupping my balls, as she laves and suck my cockhead with slow strokes of her tongue.

“You have something in mind?” Sam asks.

“Of course. Whoever make her cum first,” he reaches down and squeezes Quinn’s ass, “gets the gentleman’s choice.”

Sam doesn’t waste time, he lifts her, tearing her mouth off my dick.

“Fucking asshole.”

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t feel the least bit sorry for you.” He grins.

Quinn giggles, going down on all fours on the blanket he sets her on. Immediately, Chris slides between her legs, lays flat on his back and latch his mouth to her pussy. Sam kneels behind her, spread her ass cheeks and joins him in eating her out.

“Oh.” She flings her head back on a moan. “Yes.”

Leo claims her mouth, leaving me to stand and watch with her saliva drying on my cock.

Fucking hell.

Walking past their writhing bodies I make room on the chaise, throwing the paraphernalia onto the blanket and lean back to enjoy the view.

Chris grabs for the little silver bullet, clicks it on and rolls it over her clit.

I don’t know how they plan on deciding who makes her nut first. Quinn bucks against the vibrator Chris presses against her sensitive bud as Sam tongue fucks her pussy.

“Aggh, fuck.” Leo’s voice breaks. Fisting his cock, he rocks back on his haunches, pulling from her mouth. “Switch.”

Sam growls like an animal, head trashing as he strokes his tongue in and out of her. Refusing to be left out, Leo tugs the plug from her ass.

His head bumps against Sam’s as he licks her hole, working his tongue in and out of her to loosen the tight knot. He spits and sucks her out.

The fucker is about as nasty as me. I stroke my cock watching. I see the moment Quinn breaks. Her mouth flies open on a silent scream. She rocks back into Sam and Leo’s mouth, pussy gushing.

Chris seals his mouth to her opening, drinking every drop as the other man fight to get a taste of her creamy nectar.

Getting up, I strip leaving only the mask on. I join the foursome, settling before Quinn. She strokes me and sucks on my balls.

“Yes.” Gathering balls, I plump them and stuff her mouth.

She hums. The low vibration rushes up my spine. Goosebumps breakout over my skin.

“That’s it. Don’t stop.” I brush her hair back from her face and stroke her back, loving the way she gobbles me down.

Sam straightens on his knees, lines his cock up with her ass and slams into her.

Quinn screams into my lap. The sound is a muffled, beautiful serenade. My balls quiver against the vibration.

Chris shimmies up her body, lines his cock up with her pussy and thrust up into her.

My pet’s face slackens, her three holes stuffed. Her delicate features is a study in pleasure.

Leo stands, stroking his cock as he watches the destruction of her defiance.

“Baby you think you can handle another cock?” I brush hair out of her eyes, waiting for an answer.

Her bright eyes locks with mine, before breaking away to look back at the two men behind her. Sam fucks into her ass with long, deep strokes. While Leo kneeling beside him palm and caresses her ass.

She turns back to me and nods. “I want Leo to fuck my ass too.”

The three of us growl, hearing her words. Sam stops and eases back, giving Leo room to climb over her backside. He lubes his dick generously, fist it and rocks into her, stretching her further.

Quinn’s moans fill the air, stuffed with two cocks in her ass, one in her pussy and another in her mouth.

God, she’s beautiful.

“Fill her ass,” I say gruffly. My desire devolving into a raw, affirmative need to mark her.

Chris nuts first, his face buried in her chest. Leo follows after, thrusting into her fast and hard.

Sam grunts, taking over as Leo pulls out and climb off. He fucks her into the blanket. “Oh, sweet girl.”

The jealousy I feel is not over his feelings for her, it’s the fact he came before me. He blows his load and fall to the side, spreading out on the blanket.

I grunt, my voice a muffled roar behind the leather hood. “I’m coming.”

She curls her arms under my thighs and fuck her mouth, bobbing her head on my dick.

“Fuck, Quinn.”

I pull back from her mouth and flip her onto her back.

Chris rolls on to his side, watching as I pin her wrists. I stare into her dark, dilated eyes. I see the submissive soul of my pet, finally home.

“I fucking love you,” I growl driving into her. “Ah, this pussy. So, fucking sweet.” I pull back and trust forward again, burying myself to the root in her soaking heat.

Chatper-5

The shade beneath the weeping willows is a cathedral of winking fairy lights. A cool breeze passes through our little pocket of haven. Yet the silver-green curtain of the drooping willow branches hardly contains the sounds of our fucking.

Our grunts and moans carry across manicured lawns like a clarion call. I stare down at Quinn. Her skin is a rich brown against the vibrant, quilt.

Her white lace teddy is a shredded ruin, the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked curves in damp, transparent patches. I have her pinned. My hand is an iron shackle around her wrists. The scent of the soft earth rises to meet the musk of our joined bodies.

“Did you enjoy getting your holes stuffed with four cocks, little rabbit?

I drive my hips forward, knocking the breath from her lungs before she can think to answer. I grind into her, pull back and slam home again. Every thrust is an affirmative statement of ownership. Every slide of my cock against her internal walls is a reclamation of my claim.

Sam and Chris move in closer. They’re silent, watchful gargoyles of muscle and lust. Leo lays at her head, his hand white-knuckled around his own turgid length.

All three are waiting to slake their addiction of her tight little body.

“Look at me, Quinn,” I command.

I reach down and grab her chin, forcing her head back until her dark eyes lock onto the black lenses of my hood.

“Did you enjoy, defying me?”

Her eyes widen, sensing the shift in me. I see the absolute, shattering joy of a submissive who has finally pushed her master to the edge of his restraint. She is trembling. Her chest heaves, the dark circles of her areolae straining against the air.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She copulates much sooner than I expected.

“Too fucking bad, I’s not our apology I’m offer.  I want your ruin.”

I pull out of her with a slow, wet slide. The friction of her pussy walls against my shaft is searing, white-hot agony. I stay poised at her entrance for a heartbeat, watching the way her dark slit pulses and weeps for the return of my invasion.

The very sight of my woman, spread out before me, overwhelms me. The last two days comes back to me, and it has all come down to an accumulation of this. The imprint of my fingers on her skin, grass stains on her white silk stockings, our breaths synched, labouring heavily. She is a mess of my making.

I roll her over onto her stomach and haul her ass into the air. Palming her lush cheeks, I spread her open.

“Look at my sweet girl,” I say to the men around me.  “Look how soaked and ready she is for us.”

All three lean in, to stare at her dripping holes. They kiss and caress her skin, praising her for being a good little slut.

“Fill her mouth,” I say to them. “Can you handle sucking off all three at once, pet? Do you think you can get them to cum on your pretty face?”

“Fuck yes, little bunny, swallow this cock.” Chris groans, thrusting into her mouth until her forehead hit his lower abdomen.

Sam and Leo flank him, stroking themselves. The second Chris pulls out Sam replaces him, giving her no time to take a breath.

She breathes heavily through her nostrils, head bobbing on his length as she strokes Leo. Chris, not to be left out lines his dick up next to Sam’s, pressing against her mouth for her to take them both.

My cock is hard as stone in my hand. I lean in and lick her asshole, stretching her open. She’s fucking delicious. Spitting on her hole, I suck and bit her cheeks. She cries out around the dicks stuffed in her mouth.

Using my spit and the cum dripping out of her hole as lube I thrust past her tight puckered ring. Her spine arches like a bow. I grab her waist and drive into her.

“Do you know how much I love this shit, how seeing your used holes dripping cum turns me on?”

 I pull back to get a glimpse of her raw, dripping pussy.

“Fuck. I’m going to fuck the cum out of you,”  I growl, hammering into her.

Quinn screams into Sam’s lap. The muffled sound echoes through the willow grove. I feel the rhythmic strike of her thigh against my own as Chris uses her mouth. He and I find a shared, brutal cadence. We are a symphony of wet, slapping sounds and heavy, synchronized breathing.

Our little pocket of haven is our altar. The old willow a silent witness to the desecration of the Alpha’s bunny.

Her pussy walls clamp down around me. She undulates her hips, meeting my thrusts, her submissive nature overriding her pain, her body striving to please the masters who are breaking her.

“This little ass was made for fucking?” I grunt. I reach around and grab her breasts, kneading the dark flesh with a heavy, punishing grip. “Such a good little bunny,” I pant.

“Yes,” she gasps as Sam pulls back from her mouth for a second. “Yes, Sir! More! Fuck me.”

Rising off my knees I plant my feet in the jockey position, grip her waist and ride her hard.

Quinn chokes on the cock rammed down her throat.

“I’m coming,” Sam’s voice strains. His grip on her throat tightens. “Agghhh fuck, yes.”

He pulls out in one swift motion. Pumping his fist, he erupts. Painting her face with the evidence of his desire.

Chris dips into her mouth, three quick strokes and he joins Sam fisting his dick as he comes on her breasts.

Leo rolls his balls in their combined arousal and feeds it to her.

Nasty fuck.

The tension coiling in my gut tightens. I feel the heat of my own blood rising to meet the fire in my groin. The base of my cock turns into a roaring, uncontrollable flood.

“Quinn,” I roar, firing a thick, scalding stream deep in her ass. I pump my seed into her, filling her until she is overflowing. “Sweet fuck,” I gasp, catching my breath.

Quinn seizes. Her muscles lock in a final, desperate struggle. She vibrates under my weight, her limbs splaying, her eyes rolling back into her head. She’s drenched in our cum.

My little bunny is a masterpiece of total submission, thoroughly wrung out.

We pull back falling on the blanket around her. The silence of the night returns, heavy and pregnant with the scent of sex.

Quinn rolls onto her back, her breathing a series of short, jagged gasps.

I rise up on my elbow, admiring her swollen lips, her cum drenched face. She looks up at me through the haze of her exhaustion. I see the cloud nine in her eyes.

She grins. Happy, like a woman who has been granted exactly what she begged for.

This woman. My heart kicks in my chest. She’s exactly what I begged for.

“Time to get you cleaned up,” I say picking her up.

I hoist her over my shoulder like a trophy of the hunt. Her legs dangle against my chest. Her dark, wet pussy is inches from my face. I smell the combination of our seed and her arousal. It is the sweetest scent I have ever known.

The other men trail me as we leave the willow grove and cross the manicured lawns toward the lodge. I do not hide her. Me and my men stop in the middle of the great room. Our semi-hard cocks hanging between our legs. Most of the bunnies are curled up with the remaining three men. They look up and stare at us, at my prize.

My fellow wolves see the dripping evidence of her breeding and squeeze their dicks.

I smile like the fucking deviant that I am and turn to walk away. Only to stop again. In the far corner of the room, Mr. X is balls deep in a little bunny. Her green eyes are glazed over, lost in subspace. Her pale skin bears the proof of his attention. Deep red welts crisscross every inch of her skin. Her lips are red and swollen. Her mascara is running. Black tears track down her cheeks, and her red hair is dark in some spots where it’s matted with dry cum.

He’s found a toy.

My eyes automatically go the man she came with. I breathe an inaudible sigh of relief. Marc has moved on, more interested in the brunette climbing into his lap.

A safer choice.

Mr. X would snap his neck with his bare hands if he so much as thought to interfere.

I press on, parting from the three men I came in with, and remind myself, I’m the only one who brought his woman to our fuck fest.

No regrets.

Quinn’s head hangs low. She is limp in my grip, her dark hair brushing against the small of my back.

“You good, baby?”

“Mhm-mhm,” she hums.

The door to our master suite thuds shut behind us. I carry her straight to the bathroom, filled the jacuzzi tub with warm water, scented oils and soap then place her to soak.

I stand before her, naked and spent, watching the way she curls into a ball of sheer, submissive bliss.

The others will leave in the morning. They will return to their lives of suits and boardrooms. But Quinn and I will stay. We will spend the rest of the week in the lodge. I will praise her for being a good girl. I will grant her the pleasure of having her in every way I can imagine.

I climb in behind her and pull her into my arms. She snuggles into me. The steady rise and fall of her breathing a comfort I draw strength from.

She’d been fuck so thoroughly, even in the warm water her pussy radiates heat. I stroke between her legs, keeping my touch light.

“You did good, brat,” I whisper.

She moans and presses her face into my chest.

I exhale. There’s only one thing missing.

Chatper-6

The roar of the engines’ fades into a distant, hum before vanishing entirely beyond the iron gates of the estate.

One by one, the other six men have departed, taking their submissive partners and the frantic energy of the hunt back to the world of men.

The lodge is a silent cathedral of timber and glass, a private fortress where the only remaining occupants are the Alpha and his bunny. I stand in the doorway of the front entrance and watch the dust settle on the long, gravel driveway. The manicured lawns are empty. The weeping willows sway in a gentle, mocking breeze, their branches hiding the patch of flattened grass where we broke her.

I turn and walk back into the great room. The champagne flutes have been cleared. The leather armchairs are empty. The dais removed. I move through the quiet toward the master suite, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors.

Quinn is awake. She sits propped against the upholstered headboard, her skin a stark, beautiful contrast to the ivory silk pillows. She is naked beneath the sheets, and still as tempting as the day we locked eyes across the floor of an art gallery, of all places.

She looks up at the sound of my approach, with a soft, clear gaze I’d kill to keep.

“They are gone?” she smiles up at me. Her voice is still a raspy melody, a remnant of the four-man assault on her throat.

“Yeah. The lodge is ours.”

I sit on the edge of the bed next to her and take her hand. Her fingers wrap around mine with a gentle, trusting pressure. My defiant bunny is long gone. What remains is the woman who granted me the pleasure of her absolute destruction. I lean forward and kiss her forehead.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, tracing line of her collarbone with my thumb. “You’ll tell me if you’re hurting.”

“Vince, I’m fine. Rested.”

I smile. It is the first time she has used my name since the bells rang. I reach down and pull the silk sheet back, exposing the rounded curve of her stomach and the swollen, tender slit of her pussy. I slip a finger into her.

She arches her back and hisses. She’s still sensitive, her internal walls are fire hot. Slowly, I stroke her, using her arousal as lubricant. She supplicates, grinding on my single digit.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Shuddering, she comes quietly, her liquid heat scalding.

I climb onto the bed and pull her into my arms. She smells of vanilla and the faint, lingering scent of her warm musk. I use my hands to map her body, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that seeks only to soothe. I knead the muscles of her thighs. I stroke the small of her back. I watch her eyes close as she melts into my embrace.

“I have a gift for you,” I whisper against her temple.

Her eyes fly open. “I love gifts.”

Don’t I know it. Chuckling I reach into the drawer of the bedside table and pull out a black velvet box. I open it to reveal a collar of soft, white leather. It is lined with silk and adorned with a single, polished silver bell. Nothing much to look at, but it’ll do until the night of the ceremony.

I sit her up and lean in to buckle it around her neck. The bell gives a short, silver chime as she moves.

“You accept this?”

She nods, eyes swimming with tears.

“You are mine, Quinn. For all fucking time.”

She touches the leather with her fingers. Tears of joy spill over her lashes and track down her cheeks. She pulls me toward her. And kisses me with a slow, deep intensity that tastes of peace and of coming home.

I move over her with a calculated, gentle power. Deepening the kiss, I guide myself into her with a slow, sliding entry mindful of her soreness.

She gasps, a soft, beautiful sound of relief, and wraps her legs around my waist. We move in a long, rhythmic dance. We are a symphony of soft sighs and the tinkling chime of her silver bell.

I make love to her in the center of our massive king-sized bed. My devotion is absolute.

The sun moves across the ceiling tracking time that has lost its meaning to us. I kiss and squeeze her everywhere my hands and lips touch.

I can’t get enough of her tight little body.

Our breathes hitches as we find a shared, quiet release. I erupt deep inside her, our mouths fused, our bodies still rocking. Drawing out our pleasure until there’s nothing left.

We lie in the warmth of our spent heat; the sheets twisted around us as we try to catch our breaths.

The lodge is silent. The world is far away.

“I love you, Sir.” She presses a kiss over my heart.

“I love you, brat.”

“I like being your bunny, too.”

A deep rumble rattles my chest. “We’ll see how long that last, little bunny.”

Too tired to move I pull the covers over us and close my eyes.

The lodge is ours and we’ve got a week ahead of us to explore my little bunny’s hidden desires.

Chatper-7

The silver light of the moon cuts a sharp, cold path across the ivory silk of the bedsheets. I set the tray on the nightstand. The porcelain clinks against the wood. Quinn stirs at the sound. Her eyes flutter open, dark and clouded with the remnants of a deep sleep.

She smells of the almond oil I worked into her skin an hour ago. I sit on the edge of the mattress and watch the duvet slide down to her waist. Her full breasts rise and fall evenly.

“Eat,” I say.

I pick up a red grape and press it against her lower lip. She opens her mouth and takes the fruit. Her teeth graze my fingertip. She chews slowly, watching me with a steady, quiet intensity. I feed her a slice of the cold duck and follow it with a piece of sharp cheddar.

She swallows each bite. Thanks, me as I bring the glass of ice water to her lips. She drinks, her throat working that makes the silver bell on her new collar, chime.

“It’s raining.” Her voice is a beautiful rasp in the quiet room.

I look toward the windows. All day it has been moody and grey. “Yes.”

“Can we play?”

My gaze snap around to her. “Bunny?”

A shy, tentative smile played across her lips. She held my stare. “I have always had this fantasy of being fucked in the rain,” she breathes out.

I reach down and hook my fingers under the edge of her collar. Her pulse jumps, a rapid thud of her heart against my knuckles.

“You are still sore.”

She shook her head, reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. Her skin is hot silk against my pulse.

“You used that balm on me. It worked. The ache is gone. Can we play, Sir?”

Words escape me. I strip out of my sleep pants, lift her by her waist off the bed and throw her over my shoulder. I carry her through the house to the eastern terrace that overlooks a small valley bathed in darkness.

The air hit us like a physical blow. Smelling of ozone, wet earth, and the sharp, clean scent of the pines. We are drenched instantly. The rain flattens Quinn’s dark curls against her skull. It turns her skin into a glistening, liquid landscape.

She gasps as the cold water struck her breasts. Then throw her head back and laugh. The sound is a bright, defiant chord cutting through the heavy rainfall.

I set her down on the wet stone. We face each other, naked in the downpour. My cock hard under the cold spray.

“Bend your ass over,” I command.

Quinn grins, takes a step back and then take off in a quick dash.

What the fuck.

“Bunny!”

“Catch me if you can, Wolfie.”

This fucking woman. I stand at the top the shallow steps, tip my head back with my arms open and howl at the fucking moon.

Squinting through the water sluicing down my face I find Quinn, her little legs pumping as she tries to put distance between us.

I growl, jumping off the terrace into a sprint.

She looks back and squeals.

A few more steps and I grab her up, tuck her against my body and roll as I tackler her to the ground.

Quinn wiggles to get free. Her laughter fills the night air.

“You give up?” I roll her over and pin her down between my thighs.

The little brat shoves her bare ass up into my hard dick. I don’t know how she managed it, but with a little twist of her hips, my cock slides home into her wet hot heat.

She gripped the wet grass for purchase and arch her back as she leans forward. Slack jawed I watch in awe as slams her pussy back on my dick and fully seat herself.

“Fuck me, Sir. Use my slutty pussy as your personal cum dump. Fuck me, like the dirty cock slut that I am.”

My blood boils.

Quinn doesn’t wait for me to follow through. She bounces in my lap. The rain runs down the deep channel of her spine and pool in the dimpled dip at the curve of her ass. She fucks me in a frenzy. The silver bell at her neck chiming frantically with the movement.

This is what she wants, and fuck if I don’t aim to please. I press my chest against her back, sinking deeper into her tight hole. The contrast of my heat against the cool rain made her shiver. I reach around and grab her breasts, kneading her supple flesh with a heavy, punishing grip.

She moans my name as I flick her nipples until they stand out like hard, dark pebbles.

I have yet to move in her, she’s still rocking, still seeking her pleasure.

“You want this cock, Bunny?” I rasped into her ear.

“Yes, Sir! Please!”

Still bowed over her, I pull my hips back and snap forward.

My re-entry is a glorious collision of temperatures. From the cool rain on my back and the white-hot furnace of her pussy as I bury myself to the root.

Quinn screams into the wind. She rips up the grass, losing her grip. And grapples to fist the wet turf as I pummel into her.

I set a brutal, relentless pace. Hammering into her with every ounce of my strength. Each strike drives her body forward. The sound of our joined flesh slapping wetly against each other mingle with our harsh breaths and the pouring rain.

“Stop running.” I push her down on the wet grass, drilling into her.

Quinn begs. Her words are incoherent pleas. I rut her like an animal. Growling. Hissing. The spray of the rain on my balls an added sensation of pure ecstasy.

Her internal walls clamp down and pulse around me in a climatic seizure.

I fuck her through it.

“Look at the valley, Quinn. You’re not my slut. This is your queendom. Do you see?”

I fist her hair and force her to stare out at the estate while I claim her. I want her to feel the weight of my ownership while the elements hammers at my back. And I hammer her pussy.

Her pussy gushes and keep gushing.

“Yes, you understand now.”

She vibrates under me. “Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she wails into the rain.

I fuck her harder, nearing the edge.

“Vince! Sir!”

I bottom out in her womb. Growling, wordless, guttural sound as I erupt. I keep pumping, filling her pussy until she overflows.

Quinn’s legs quake. She drops flat to the ground, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps that turns to mist in the cool air.

I stay inside her, my arms around her waist. for a good beat we lay there in the downpour.

She shifts under me. “We better get up before we drown.”

I chuckle as I pull out of her in a slow, wet slide.

She sighs as if the loss of my heat pained her. 

 “Come,” I pick her up and walk with her in my arms back to the house.

“Thank you.”

“Was that the fantasy, Bunny?” I asked.

She lay her head on my shoulder with a sigh of contentment. “It was everything.”

Inside the lodge we took a quick warm shower and dried down. I oiled her limbs until she glowed then dressed her in her favourite fuzzy sleepwear that makes her look like a little panda.

“Are you hungry?”

“No. Tired.” She buried her face in the pillow avoiding the reprimand I was about to give her.

“Get some rest, then,” I say, deciding to spare her.

I tuck her in under the heavy blanket and stroke her back until she drifts off to sleep.

The week continued in a blur of quiet hours and shared meals. We walked the grounds, lunched by the koi pond while watching the fish. We made tender love when it suited us and fucked like wild animals when the mood called for it. Once we went back to the willow tree, to fulfill another of my bunny’s fantasy. I fuck her ass on the swing. Left her tied to the ropes with her legs spread open and her ass dripping come as I went about my day returning calls and emails.

Three hours later I returned to her and used her mouth to drain my balls. For the rest of the day my little bunny hummed. Happy to walk around with a mouthful of cum and dried cum stains painting her inner thighs.

On the final morning, I’m a man wrung dry. Quinn looks at me from the passenger side seat of my jaguar. She’s wearing a simple black dress and the white leather collar.

“I’m going to miss this place.” She glances back at the lodge.

“We’ll be back, soon enough. My Midnight Summer Gala is just around the corner.”

Her eyes light up. The smile playing on her lips too innocent for the dirty thoughts that are no doubt rolling around in her pretty little head.

“I can’t wait.”

“I bet.” I put the car in gear and drove away from the estate.

Who knows, maybe we’ll return before midsummer.