Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(68)

“I’d very much like to have a lick, but not of your lollipop,” he replied, capturing her cherry-flavored lower lip in his and giving it a lick before releasing it with a light pop. Her cheeks grew rosy, and instead of hitting him with another snazzy comeback, she smiled and averted her eyes, a tiny suggestive hum coming from her throat. Wrapping her hand around his calf, she went limp against him. Waiting.

Warmth swelled in his chest, and when the conversation lagged, he looked up to find they all had their eyes on the two of them. Samson and Juno seemed vastly amused, and Jillian looked as though she’d just taken an extra-large butt plug in the ass.

“Are we interrupting you and your sweet sub?” Hector asked, his voice vibrating with good humor.

Juno schooled her expression and laid her head against her Master’s shoulder, her cheeks glowing. Hector patted her shoulder, and Joseph heard her resigned whisper, “Oh well.”

Bunny smiled up at him and gave her lollipop another long, slow lick. His cock tingled in response as if he was a horny teenager. “Teasing me, fiammetta?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied over an enticing giggle.

The sparkle had revived in her bright blue eyes, and she tasted like cherry sweetness when he kissed her. “Sit with me a while longer, and I’ll release you to play with your subbie friends.”

“Okeedokee, Sir.”

While he conversed with his friends, he kept a hand on her shoulder, and when she tensed again, he waited, to see how she would handle herself. She frowned behind her lollipop, and while he replied to a question Hector asked about the club, he cast a discreet glance around the group. Jillian was frowning at Bunny and making obvious motions to her, thinking she was out of Hector’s line of sight, demonstrating that Bunny wasn’t sitting according to protocol, at least not her protocol.

Bunny moved the lollipop ever so slightly and stuck her bright red tongue out at Jillian, and he covered his lips with his hand to hide his grin. Unaware she was being observed, Jillian grimaced at her, an unattractive look on an otherwise pretty face, and motioned that she should be kneeling properly with knees spread wide. Bunny made a face with flapping lips and then went back to licking her lollipop while petting his calf, rubbing her shoulder against him to get closer, as if she were a kitten.

Juno had been involved in the conversation, in her sweet and submissive fashion, but she looked over and saw the scowl of disapproval on Jillian’s face, noted Bunny’s nonchalance, and then glanced at Joseph with big eyes. Sorry, she mouthed and shrugged her shoulders. He winked at her. When Jillian curled her lip at Bunny and rolled her eyes, he finally said, “Hector, are you one hundred percent certain Jillian is a sub because she seems hell bent on dominating my little submissive.”

Jillian’s eyes popped wide, and she adopted prefect posture, averted her eyes, and suddenly became very interested in the floor.

Hector growled, and Jillian stopped breathing, and even Juno looked a little put out. He finally said, “If there’s one thing I despise, it’s a woman who pouts when she doesn’t get her way, even worse when it’s a sub. Explain, Jillian.”

“I’m sorry, Sirs,” she whispered. “I have no explanation.”

“Chicken,” Bunny murmured under her breath.

“Oh hell,” Juno said, and then popped her hand over her mouth.

Hector shook his head. “I bring subs to visit you, and yours causes a minor rebellion.”

Bunny’s red hair shimmered as she shook her head. “I did not, Sir. She was hateful and insulting in the bathroom, and I haven’t done anything—”

Not wanting to make it worse, Joseph put his hand over her mouth. “Enough, girl.” Bunny responded by nipping his hand hard with her sharp teeth, and he growled. “I think it’s time to play, gentlemen.”

Samson’s eyes had a devilish gleam as he sat forward and cracked his knuckles. “A subbie can’t settle sometimes without a proper punishment, little rabbit. Do we need a repeat?”

Her gasp was muffled under his hand, but her big eyes were adorable as Samson held her gaze, and then her lip pooched out against Joseph’s palm, and her eyes filled with tears. She thought he would actually turn her over to Samson? In his years as a Dom, he’d seen subs turn the waterworks on and off whenever it suited them. Tears on a sub had never created such a painful stitch in his chest.

Oh, fiammetta, what have you done to me?

After a nod from Hector, Samson rose from his seat and caught Jillian’s attention with a sharp snap of his fingers. His jaw was set, and he was frowning as he said, “Up, girl. I think you need to release a little tension. Once we come back, you will apologize properly to the group, starting with Master Joseph and his sub.”