"Another week, for another dollar." I thought to myself as I tossed my bag on the couch. "Eight hours of actual work, then adding two hours of overtime on that was hell," I hissed as I took my sneakers off and begin undressing. I throw my bra across the room and am happily greeted by my darting nipples.
"It was a long day wasn't it girls? Well you can get some relief from the stuffiness now." I say as I head into the kitchen and pull a bottle of wine from the fridge. "After this week's fiasco, I think I should treat myself."
"Hey Alexa, play Under My Skin by Claudia Kane." I instructed and the song started on a low volume.
I pour myself a drink and head into the bedroom, bottle and wine glass in hand. Placing everything down and having a seat, I finally take a moment to check my phone only to be greeted by a number of missed calls from Elliot, as well an unknown number. Ignoring Elliot, I go ahead and call the other number, curious about who it would be.
"Maybe I won the lottery," I mumble as the phone rings out. "It's only 9:30. No one goes to bed that early on a weekend." To my disappointment it rings to the answering machine and I promptly end the call.
"Well, their loss," I thought while sipping the semi-sweet liquid from the glass before just pouring the rest down my throat. Laying back onto the bed, I get lost in the music for a while before getting up for another drink. While pouring myself another glass I spot a dark figure in the corner of my unlit living room. Cautiously, I make my way to the kitchen, reaching for whatever was closest.
"Hello?" I call out, my thoughts becoming a bit of a frenzy because of the wine. A wave of heat surged through my body as the music filled my head. Carefully I step toward the living room, half-naked and almost entirely surrendered to the effects of alcohol. There's no reply from the shadow sitting in my couch. "Yeah, I'm not doing this."
Turning on my heel, I somehow fluidly start the motion of heading for the door, before I feel a firm hand grasp my throat. A familiar voice ushers its way into my ear, through a whisper, "You really should think of changing your locks, darling." The scent of his cologne fills my head and I start relaxing into his hold.
"Elli-Senpai, how long have you been there?" I ask, out of curiosity, while hoping he didn't catch what I had said initially.
"Long enough to notice your nipples begging to come out through your top," he chuckles, "also how about choosing a different weapon next time. A spork won't do much damage to anyone, now will it?"
He easily lifts me up and takes me back to the bedroom, placing me on the bed. While taking silent glances, he pours me another glass of wine. He sits beside me, at the edge of the bed, handing me the glass of wine with one hand while running the other slowly along my thigh.
I would never say it out loud, but my body craved him. The light, gentle feeling of his hand streaking over my exposed skin. His gaze that searches every part of my body, mysterious and devious. He's definitely up to something, but I couldn't care to find out.
"Bunny," he utters, carefully watching for my reaction. My body, already in heat, reacts before I can say a word. My mind becoming blank at the sound of his pet name for me.
After a short pause, he calls once again, but this time sternly, in an attempt to properly grasp my attention, "Bambi?"
No reply greets him, just a devious smile playing on my face. Reaching for his hand, I pull him between my thighs, closing the gap between us. Crashing our lips together, everything was now moving swiftly as Elliot's hand found my neck again.
He gets me firmly in place, then lets lips trail over every inch of my body. His free hand pulling and squeezing on my now hard nipples and slowly making its way to my inner thigh and onto my throbbing core. His mouth slips over my nipple and begins to gently suck on it.
Moaning at the sensations flooding me, my hips start moving while I search for his fingers. Eventually he finds his way into me, then begins massaging my walls and playing with my g-spot. My body arches in reaction, giving into his hand. His thumb on my clit and his fingers moving along inside of me, pushing my body to its peak.
In the middle of a moan he shoves the thumb of his free hand into my mouth. "Such a good girl," he praised as my walls close tightly around his fingers. "I'm proud of you. Being a good little slut for me. Waiting for me to come and pleasure you."
Nodding at his statement, I want to use words to express my gratitude, but the intense pleasure that was coursing through me, had all the words jumbled up in my head. Suddenly pulling his fingers from my leaking core, he tastes them and smirks at me as he lower his face to my entrance, slowly running his tongue through my juices, he gently used his thumb rub my clit.
"Don't," he stated as I feel my legs trembling and daring to close on him.
"Senpai!" I whined as he picks up the pace on my clit and invades my thoughts.
"Hush Bunny. You're doing so well right now. Don't ruin it," he warns after sliding his fingers into me, filling me up. It's a tight fit to keep both fingers in but, I want him to test my limits. His fingers thrust fast and hard into me and taking me to my peak.
"Bunny, are you gonna cum for me?" He teases as he continues rubbing on my g-spot. My vision blurs and my thoughts cloud up from the sheer amount of pleasure. I can only think one thing, "wine and toxic sex from an ex? Best way to start my weekend."
"Go ahead, Bunny."
The sound of his voice is enough to push me over the edge. I scream out in pleasure as my body quakes and my juices flow out uncontrollably. The ecstasy from the praises and the pleasure overflow and I remember just why I always avoided him.
He always managed to keep me on my toes even with the slightest actions. Making me do anything really. Mostly to show his control over me regardless of what I have up my sleeve. He was the drugs my mother told me about when I was younger, but now that I have met him in person, I can't drop him like the bad habit he is.
So I wait for him, wait for his instructions, and most importantly I wait for his praises. Just something about him that makes me feel good about being called "a good Bunny." To be specific, my heart melts when he asks, "Who's my good little Bunny?"
Submission has never been my strong suit with a man, but with Elliot, I want to crawl to his feet and kneel there, naked and bare just for him. He's the only one who could have me kneel and wait for him and I'd do so without complaint.
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