"Love in its essence is spiritual fire." - Lucious Annaeus Seneca
God, she looks so cute. My eyes drift over each and every delicious curve and blemish, many of which I caused. I was studying for my tests that I had scheduled soon. Okay. Correction: I was trying to study. It's not my fault my wife is so god damn distracting. Every time I tried reading another passage, trying to focus so I could answer the damn questions, I saw Rose, my bunny, on her knees, relinquishing control with that word, master, that sends shivers down my spine and gives me a rush of confidence.
I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself a drink, nothing too strong, just something to take the edge off. Any attempt to get myself off would just leave me frustrated anyway, and I don't feel like waking Rose up. She looks so peaceful.
"Well, it's time to focus." I told myself on the way back to bed.
My eyes barely hit the words on the paper when a fucking train came through our house. I glared at my wife for a second before laughing to myself. Anytime I tried to tell her how bad her snoring was, she would get all defensive, wrinkle up her nose and deny, deny, deny. It's absolutely adorable. I decided to get my headphones and boot up my playlist. It mostly took care of the noise.
I got lost in the music and was cruising through the mock test. My sense of pride was booming especially as I checked how many questions I got right and found I got a majority of them right. At a point I thought maybe I earned a reward. I couldn't wake Rose just to have her pleasure me, could I? No, but...
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I tried to move her to take her collar off. I'll be honest I definitely took it off, to her annoyance, to make sure she didn't choke in her sleep but that wasn't the only reason. I really wanted to hold her collar. As I held onto it, feeling it wrapped around my knuckle, I felt a deep feeling of arousal coming on. I imagined wrapping it around my sweet little bunny's neck and ordering her to follow me around the house, on her knees, as my little pet.
I could see that sweet little lip bite she does when she gets turned on. My heart raced as I imagined grabbing her and pulling her close when she does that and biting down on her lip. I wet my fingers and lowered them down, beneath the covers and slowly rubbed around my clit.
Rose had woken up slightly when I took her collar off, but besides a ridiculously cute little display of aggression, she just went back to sleep. That didn't stop her from helping me get there though. I could just hear that sweet voice, calling me master. I could see the outline of the collar still around her neck, and that just drove me wild. I rubbed my clit a little faster. My head flew back. In my mind, all I could see was my cute bunny fully submitting to me. It was actually working. I was getting close!
Oh God! My little bunny liked my punishments and so did I. The little marks I leave on her fill me with this unique sense of satisfaction. This satisfaction, the sound I can hear in my mind of my flogger making contact with my bunny's ass, leaving a nice red mark, is driving me over the edge. I barely realize where I am or how much noise I am making. That is until I hear her.
"Master?" Shit. I woke bunny. "Do you need me to give you some attention? I heard you scream my name."
"Oh pet. I didn't mean to wake you." I really didn't but since she was up now..."I was just very horny and did really good on my tests so I decided to reward myself. Would you like to lick up my mess?"
"Of course master." Considering she had just woken up, I was surprised how fast she moved down to my pussy and started lapping up my juices. I grabbed her hair and felt her wiggling around down there. Within what felt like and may have been seconds she made me cum AGAIN. She looked back up at me and I could see my juices all over her face. I was so glad I woke her up.
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A Bunny to Punish (The Bunny Series, Book 1)
RomanceA BDSM Erotica, involving two married women, learning and pushing their limits to become closer and love each other deeper. This is not a story for the faint of heart but if you read on you will find more than one blossoming romance under the surfac...
