“That’s the last time you’ll be left alone this evening,” Josh muttered as he joined her on the top step and tipped her chin up to kiss her with surprising gentleness.
“I’m glad,” she murmured before she lifted on her tiptoes to kiss him again. The little devil on her shoulder goaded her, and she eyed them in the green and black forest huntsman costumes they wore and then lightly rubbed her hip against Josh’s hardening erection. “And I plan to let all the other little forest animals know I’m the only bunny you two sexy hunters will be feasting on later.”
Lucas grinned and rubbed his abs. “I’m starved here, little bunny.” His hand slid down to his own erection for a quick squeeze.
Josh growled—again—and Violet flexed her hip, gave him one last little rub where it counted, and winked at him before she turned and began descending the stairs.
She didn’t know where the moxie came from, or how she managed it without hyperventilating and falling down the stairs, but she took each step slowly, swaying her ass and keeping her shoulders back. The men hurried down the stairs behind her, but she paid them no mind, enjoying the way the cool air wafted past her deliciously tight nipples and bobbing breasts as she continued down the steps.
The wide-eyed looks and squinting stares of the other attendees loitering in the corridor nearly gave her pause until she realized they weren’t staring at her in disgust. They were trying to figure out who she was. Judging by the tread of boots on the floor, Josh and Lucas were still right behind her, which made her even more aware of the bunny tail and the oversized plug in her ass, which shifted with each step, teasing her already jangling nerves…and turning her on even more, judging by the wetness dampening her inner thighs.
Lucas chuckled behind her, and she heard him whisper, “She’s even wearing the butt plug. There’s gonna be a riot.”
“Yeah,” Josh muttered. “I think we’ve created a monster.”
Adopting her most innocent, wide-eyed look, Violet stopped, pivoted on the balls of her bare feet, and blinked slowly at him, enjoying the role of temptress. “Me? I’m a harmless, fuzzy bunny.”
The angel on her shoulder nudged her, and she ignored the reminder she was still a novice and the bunny and huntsman metaphor was quite appropriate. If she wasn’t careful, she could get more than she bargained for. I can be a vixen if I want to…kind of.
Josh’s eyelids slid half shut as he gazed at her, warming her skin as if he’d actually touched her. “You’re anything but harmless. Much as I want to take you back upstairs and put a robe on you, I won’t. You needed this, baby girl. But it’s us who are at your mercy.” Her heart thumped at the truth she saw in his eyes. Lucas nodded and gave her a little grin.
His admission, sweet as it was, made her even bolder. “So the hunter has become the hunted? What’s the fun in that?”
Feeling cheeky, she turned and continued down the corridor, putting a sprightly little swish in her walk that made the bunny tail tickle the backs of her thighs.
Chapter Twelve
“Violet,” Joseph Hazelle called out as he strode after her and the two territorial men following her. “I forgot to give this to you earlier.”
She turned toward him, and he could see the mix of excitement and trepidation in her flushed cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. Good. He didn’t want her relaxed and feeling secure. Not just yet.
Her eyes widened a bit, and considering how they were made up, the effect made her appear even more harmless and innocent. And sexy. Perfect. She eyed the wreath and smiled. “Another one?”
He grinned as he placed the fragrant circlet of violets atop her blonde hair, taking care to not knock her jaunty little bunny ears askew. “You might as well be in full costume, sweetheart. I wouldn’t recognize you if I hadn’t seen you come out with Ari. I thought you’d like the violets.”
He felt the stares of others as they passed them in the hall. He’d known some of the fantasy weekend attendees for years, and he sensed their speculation as he adjusted her curls. It’d been a long time since he’d released his last fulltime submissive. Many of them knew his type of submissive, and outwardly, Violet fit the bill, although she was completely unversed in the world of Dominance and submission and he preferred experienced submissives.
Strangely, even though he’d contemplated it when he’d first met her, there was nothing but brotherly affection in his heart for Violet. The desire of a Dom to see a timid submissive taken care of. He’d been caring so long for the submissives who came to Hazelle House, introducing them to decent, honorable Doms, seeing to their safety, and helping them put a voice to their needs that he was beginning to feel more like a mother hen and less like a Dom.