Page 22 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

Nineteen

Hank

I have just the thing: a strip of ribbon I used to measure myself when I was ordering a suit online for a coworker’s wedding. I was his second-best man, though I’d never heard of such a person before.

The ribbon is black and shiny and wide, perfect for wrapping around Phoebe’s face. I ball up a bunch more around the middle, where it’ll fit inside her mouth, and add to my mental grocery list to try out a ball gag.

The few dates I’ve had aren’t usually serious, because my schedule is too hectic and, frankly, most women don’t want what I want. But I’ve watched enough porn to get a good idea.

I’ve watched a lot of porn. Usually thinking about exactly what I get to do now.

Phoebe’s on my bed naked, waiting for me, every last pale inch of her calling my name. I sit down on the edge and tell her, “Turn around.”

Obediently, she pivots so her back is facing me, and her breaths are coming fast as I reach around her face.

I wad the ribbon in her mouth, then wrap it twice around her head before tying it off.

She looks so pretty this way, and maybe I’ll get even more ribbon.

It would look nice around her hands, too.

The idea of Phoebe’s tiny wrists bound behind her back, her ankles together and her pussy in the air... I’m so hard that it hurts to be inside my jeans.

She watches me as I remove them, a smile in her eyes as they fall off my hooves.

It’s a relief that she finds me attractive after so much time being anonymous.

Of her own accord, she spreads her legs, revealing that fine, curly brown hair and the pink slit underneath it.

My shirt goes next, and then my underwear, before I crawl onto the bed.

I take one of her hands in mine, then the other, so both of her little wrists are in my fingers.

Then I raise them over her head and pin her to the headboard.

“Are you ready now?” I ask. She nods rapidly, and her hips rise toward mine. I’m fully swollen for her, throbbing with my need to be inside her.

I crouch down, straddling Phoebe’s hips, with my cock splayed across her belly.

Her eyes are big and round as I rub the head over her skin, marking her with my pre-cum.

I should lick her first and prepare her for me, but with that pretty gag in her mouth, all I want to do is make her scream into it.

Still, I tease her plenty first, dragging the head of my cock down across her tiny clit, over and over, dipping it inside her as if I’m going to fuck her and then moving away again.

Soon she’s whimpering and rolling her hips, encouraging me to finally sink in.

So I do. The wonder of watching my cock slip between the spread leaves of her pussy fills me with glee, but I keep my movements careful and slow as I push farther inside her.

I thrust experimentally to see how ready she is for me, because I’m going to bury myself up to the hilt in her tonight.

She moans against the gag, her voice coming out a muffled mmph .

I push some of her hair away from her eyes, staying shallow. “Look at how warm you are. So wet for me.” Phoebe’s head falls back as I hold her hostage at this depth. “The mother of my calf.”

Her thighs spread even wider, her legs wrapping around my hips as she tries to bring me in deeper, but I resist, still pinning her hands down.

“And you’ll look so good,” I grunt into her ear. “So good all full up with me. I can’t wait to watch my calf grow in your belly.”

Those sapphire eyes find mine, and they get bigger as I target that place she loves. I can tell talking to her is turning her on by the way her pussy clenches and squeezes around me.

She mumbles an answer, but she’s interrupted by her own growing moans.

Still holding her wrists hostage with one of my big hands, I lift her ass with the other so I can raise myself into a crouching position, and then I really fuck her.

I let out a low groan as I sink in, using her body like a doll’s.

Phoebe releases a cry into the gag, and she clamps down on it with her teeth.

I shove her even harder against the headboard, reeling my hips back and slamming my cock into her again, squeezing even more of myself through.

“Look at you,” I murmur into her ear, holding her down even more fiercely as her body bucks underneath me. “So beautiful. Absolutely perfect. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“ Hnnk ,” Phoebe sobs. She’s so wet that I slide easily in and out of her in a steady, punishing rhythm, until she’s trembling all over and her hips are snapping up into mine with every thrust.

If she weren’t already pregnant with my calf, I’d be putting another one in her tonight. She’s so lovely, so beautiful under me, her pussy swallowing me like it was created to do it.

This is our secret, for now. But I will prove to her that the future I see for us is what she wants, too.

Phoebe

This is nothing like the breeding bench.

At last, I do scream into the gag as Hank finally pushes in all the way, until my clit meets the thick fur at the base of his cock. It brushes me wonderfully with every stroke, and I dissolve into a shivering mess of begging.

Hank leans his head down closer to me as I chant “please, please” into the gag.

“What is it you want?” he asks with a voice that’s low and painfully seductive. He slows the movement of his hips, and I moan in protest. “You want to come?”

I nod rapidly, trying another “please,” but it’s too muffled.

Hank grins and kisses me once on the nose before sitting back.

He finally releases my hands, and instead grabs me by the hips, pulling out his cock abruptly.

He turns me over like I’m a toy to be positioned how he pleases, and yanks my ass up into the air.

I barely have time to grab the blankets before he pushes into me again, and I let out a cry muffled by the gag.

I love that I don’t have to be quiet as he takes me with renewed vigor.

There’s nothing in the world like being with Hank again, like being filled by him and hearing his guttural groans.

This is what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always craved.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for it, and now I get to have it.

Hank. For this moment, in this room, I can have everything I want.

Before I know what’s happening, my vision is exploding in white, and I’m screaming into the mass of ribbon.

Behind me, Hank lows like a bull as he smashes through my orgasm, but he’s swelling larger and larger inside me, and before my first climax is over, I’m rolling into another one and he’s groaning as he unloads.

Hank nearly collapses on top of me, panting.

His arms shake as he holds himself up behind me, while I’m flattened into the blankets, my ass still in the air.

With supreme gentleness, he slides out, and his cum gushes down my legs.

Then he rolls us both onto our sides and curls himself around me, reaching up to free me from the gag.

“That was incredible,” I say, rubbing my cheeks where the ribbon bit into my skin.

“Mmm,” is all Hank answers, and it fascinates me how much he talks when we’re fucking, and how little he talks when we’re not. He brings his haunches up underneath me so we’re spooning, and buries his nose in my hair.

I set my alarm, then let myself drift off in Hank’s arms again. It feels much too good, much too right, and I know I’ve already fallen for him.

Damn it.

Once again at five a.m., I stumble back down the hall to my own room. I wish I could simply stay all night with Hank, cuddled up against my beast of a minotaur, but I can’t. Everything becomes much too complicated if we have to explain what we’re doing to Milo, not to mention my sister and Imelda.

Luckily, Hank has the following day off. We start out the day meal planning, then make a long list of everything we’re going to pick up at the store.

“I want to get things you like to eat, too,” Hank explains when he invites me along to do errands. “So it’s not just tofu and broccoli all the time.”

I try to reason with him that I don’t need a special exception, but he’s firm on the proposal, so I give in.

Imelda offers to stay home with Milo so we can get through our chores faster, to which the little minotaur boy objects, but then Grandma bribes him with baking brownies and he easily gives in.

Then we’re off in Hank’s car, leaving the suburbs behind. Before we stop at the store, though, Hank continues on down the highway.

“Where are we going?” I ask, watching the store fly past us.

“Oh, well, I figured we had a few hours where my mom and Milo are occupied, so...” He trails off without finishing, then takes a quick exit. I watch out the windows as the buildings thin out and the trees get taller, and soon, we’re pulling into Mirror Park.

Hank reaches into the back seat and grabs a backpack. “I threw together some food,” he says. “Thought we might have a little picnic, just the two of us.”

“Sneaky, sneaky. I’m impressed.”

Hank gives me a rare grin. “Thanks.”

He finds a parking spot and then puts on the backpack, and we hike off into the trees along the gravel path.

There’s nobody else out on a weekday at noon except one or two people walking their dogs on the other side of Mirror Lake.

After a few minutes, Hank seems to find the perfect spot, and he leads me off into the grass on one side of the path.

There’s a grove here, where some brambles hide us from anyone walking by, and that’s where he settles and pats the ground.

“Sit with me?” he asks.

It’s so peaceful out here with birds chirping up in the trees that when I sit down, the stress leaves me in a whoosh. I breathe in the fresh air and fall back into the grass, spreading my arms and legs.

Hank chuckles. “Good, huh?”

I nod, staring up at the perfect blue sky with the occasional puff of cloud. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah, you are.”

I turn one critical eye on him and he chuckles to himself, then opens the backpack to pull out whatever he’s brought along.

First, he takes out a familiar placemat from home and sets it down on the grass.

Then he removes some food I recognize: bread and gouda cheese, which is one of the few cheeses I can bring myself to eat right now; dried figs, which have oddly become a favorite of mine since Imelda started bringing them over; and a whole pile of cashew nuts, which I’ve been craving terribly.

I only mentioned it only in passing the other day, but he remembered.

Hank arranges it all just-so on the mat, then leans back and spreads his arms wide for me. “Eat up.”

“Wow.” It all looks so delicious, when nothing has appealed to me in days. “Thank you.”

I make a sandwich with the bread, but it’s dry and so is my mouth.

“Any beverages?” I ask, pushing my luck.

“Oh, right!” Hank sits up straighter and rummages through the front pocket of the backpack. Then he withdraws a pair of...

Juice boxes.

“No!” I fall backward dramatically. “Not apple juice!”

“It’s mango and apple juice,” he corrects. “The best flavor.”

“There are no good flavors of juice box!” I cackle and roll back over to look at him. “Water would have been fine.”

“Sorry. I did forget that.”

He’s really a dad through and through. He even has the stupid jokes to go with it.

I watch him as he eats, carefully placing one of each type of food on his bread before stuffing it in his mouth. When he chews, his whole huge jaw moves.

He arches a brow when he catches me staring. “Do I have something on my face?”

I bite my tongue to keep from telling him, No, you just look beautiful, too .

But that feels like stepping over some sort of line. What we’re doing right now, having this secret date at the park... that line is growing blurrier. When I agreed to “something more,” I wasn’t sure what that meant—I just knew I wanted it.

Now what does it mean?

I shake that thought away because I don’t want to ruin this moment. I have plenty of time to ruminate when I have to scuttle back to my room in the middle of the night and inevitably can’t fall back asleep.

“Yes,” I say instead. “There’s a crumb on your cheek.” So I reach out and dust an invisible crumb off.

“Oh, thank you.” His hand snakes out and finds mine, and he wraps his huge fingers around it. “And thanks for coming out with me today. It’s nice to have some time with you that’s just... us.”

The more romantic he’s getting, the more uncertain I am. This is what I feared when we started sleeping together—that it would, inevitably, become this.

Gently, I pull my hand away and sit up like I needed to do that all along, then make myself another sandwich. He follows it up with a little bag of my favorite candy, and I become as melted as the chocolate.

Damn it. I’m in love with this minotaur.