Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(62)

He reached out to cup one of her breasts, thumbing her stiff nipple, and the warm quiver in her grew. She was already a little wet as well.

“You’ve pleased me, Bunny. I was wondering if you were having second thoughts in there.”

“No, just hoping I chose well.”

“You chose very well. Come. I have some things for you.”

She followed him to the massive bedside, and he sat down and drew her to stand between his knees. Given the height of his bed and her short stature, she was looking down at him, but not by much, and her pussy clenched again as he smiled and drew her closer so he could suck at both of her nipples in turn.

After releasing her right nipple with a wet pop, he patted the small pink bow adorning the curls on her mound. “This is a nice touch, fiammetta. How did you get it to stay?”

“Honey,” she replied in a shaky voice as he stroked her pussy and paused as his fingers encountered the wetness between her lips.

“It seems you’re excited about this evening.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to make you happy. I was nervous, worried you might think I looked silly or childish—”

He held his glistening fingers for her to see and shook his head. “That’s the essence of your submission, and you’ve pleased me. I plan to make a dessert of that honey later.”

“Tonight? Afterward?” she asked.

He licked his fingers and gave her a crooked smile and shook his head. “I’ll decide. Maybe while I’m visiting with Hector and Juno. Would you hold still for me if I enjoyed my dessert while they watch?”

Her inner devil was doing summersaults as he continued.

“Perhaps while the others are sitting with us.”

An echo of her old words came to her. She’d repeatedly said she didn’t do submission. She didn’t get pushed around. She wasn’t a doormat. Well, evidently, she did do submission, and Mona, Violet, and Joseph had all known what they were talking about because the last thing she felt like was pushed around or a doormat. But she most definitely wanted to submit to this man.

“I would, Sir, if that’s what you want.”

He chuckled. “I love hearing those sweet, submissive words from you, fiammetta, but I’m looking forward to how you put them into action even more.”

She bit down on her lip to keep the smart comment at bay and just smiled at him as he leaned forward and sucked her nipple again, sending a spiral of need through her, which centered in her pussy. She would be his perfect submissive, even if it killed her ass.

Twinkling gray eyes looked up at her as if he knew what she was thinking and challenging her. “Now,” he went on, “first things, first. Nipple clamps.”

“What?” she said, closing her hands protectively over her breasts, covering her nipples, which were tight from all his attention and the imminent threat. “You can’t.”

“Oh no? I can decorate my submissive’s body in any manner I choose. They weren’t a hard limit for you.”

“Right. Shucks. Okay. Nipple clamps it is,” she said, dropping her hands obediently to her sides.

He chuckled. “Excellent. If you’re truly this submissive, then the butt plug should be easy.”

She might be dressed as a naughty little girl, but throwing herself on the floor and throwing a tantrum would get her only more licks.

Twenty minutes later, Joseph held her hand as they walked down the corridor from his suite, the butt plug, which was motherfuckin’ huge, shifting in her ass in a manner that should not have been setting all her nerve endings on fire, but was.

Laughter tinged Joseph’s voice as he squeezed her hand in encouragement. “You are a delight, little scamp.”

“My booty isn’t delighted, Sir,” she muttered, her ass cheeks tingling, not only because he’d lubed a motherfuckin’ huge butt plug and shoved it up her ass but, afterward, he’d also given her a few pops.

“Just to get you warmed up, fiammetta,” he’d said amiably, drumming on her butt as if it was his play toy. With each stride she took, the plug reminded her of its presence.

Her breasts also bobbed with each step, her back arching slightly as she tried to abate the arousing scrape and tingle of the nipple clamps he’d applied to her nipples. Tiny pink crystals dangled from each of them, tickling the flesh beneath with each movement.

The item he’d placed on her that hadn’t bothered her all that much was the one she’d feared the most. She’d had trouble breathing for a second when he’d lifted the collar to show her. Her mouth had gone dry, judging by how loudly she’d gulped when he’d put it on her.