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Story: Jack Rabbit (Dark Trails #1)
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JACK
T wo nights later, as agreed upon, I’m cloaked in the shadows of thick brush. I decided to waylay him before the clearing this time. My pulse quickens when I first make out his figure coming up the trail.
The element of surprise works. He lets out a strangled yelp as I squeeze an arm around his throat. But just as I’m about to hiss in his ear a promise to tear apart his needy ass tonight, he leads with a shoulder to throw his weight back against me.
It spins me on an angle I’m not expecting. When I try to recover my balance, my foot lands on a pile of slick, wet leaves. As I skid to a knee to break my fall, my grip around his neck loosens. He ducks beneath my arm as if slipping from a snare and takes off.
I want to be indignant, but as I follow the blond hair I can still see in the moonlight, I realize I’m grinning like a madman. For a last hurrah, this one’s going to be memorable. Some dark part of my brain appreciates having to work for this, because paying him back later will be so much rougher and so much more fun.
He tacks hard left, heading for a trail most hikers don’t know about. It’s poorly marked, so it doesn’t get a lot of traffic. The single track is clogged with branches and overgrown vegetation, and there are enough wet leaves underfoot to be treacherous.
I follow him down a steep embankment. Ugh, it’s going to be a beast hauling his ass back up this later on. That thought diverts my focus enough that when I hit another patch of rain-slicked leaves, I slip.
A patch of brambles breaks my fall, but I feel the thorns sinking into my arm. When I’m back on my feet a moment later, I feel a tickle and look down.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” I mutter, raising my arm to lick a trickle of blood off my skin. The dark iron taste — the realization that he actually made me bleed — spurs me into pursuit again. This bunny wants a chase, he’s going to get one.
H e doesn’t know how to stay quiet, so it isn’t hard to track him again and catch up. The terrain is still steep, so I take what I can get, grabbing him by the ankles this time to take him down.
Moments later, I’ve got his wrists pinned together behind him with a zip tie. I laugh as I push him along in front of me towards the clearing. I’m looking forward to seeing his face in the moonlight when I work him over.
After I march him to the picnic table, I jerk down his pants and underwear so I can watch him get hard while I use him. I push him down to his knees and hurriedly lower my own pants. His eyes light up when he sees my cock, and I swear I think I see him mouth the word commando . Guess it’ll take a little more work than I expected to make sure he knows this is a punishment.
I force my cock down his throat until I feel him start to gag, then start fucking his face roughly. The little noises of distress he lets out when I cut off his air are so fucking hot. Shit, I have to dial it back a bit so I don’t come already.
I think he likes the idea of swallowing my load, so I tease him with it. “Oh God, I want to come down your throat and make you swallow every drop of it. You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you, Bunny? Whatever I give you?”
I look down at him. It’s such a turn-on to see him like this between my legs, tears streaming from his eyes and drool running down his chin as he takes my cock. He tries to nod as he lets out a desperate, needy whimper.
My filthy mind can’t resist pushing him just a little bit more. “You’re just lucky I don’t have to piss,” I tell him with a dark laugh.
His eyes widen in surprise for a split-second before his eyelids flutter. He lets out a muffled grunt. His face screws into a grimace and his eyes squeeze shut as he blows his load all over my boots.
I quickly realize I can take advantage of this. It caught me by surprise, though. I didn’t think he was wound up enough to come already, and I sure as hell didn’t think it would be in response to… that.
“Ugh — what the fuck? Look at this.” I glower at him as I pull him off my cock and indicate the mess splattered across the toes of my boots. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He starts to stammer something out. His eyes are big, and my quickening pulse is sending all my blood straight to my groin.
“What are you, a horny teenager who can’t control your dick? You really have no fucking respect for other people’s property, do you?” He’s just looking at me with those big eyes.
I slap him across the face. His inhale is a hiss when my palm makes sharp, stinging contact with his cheek. I dismiss a tendril of unease by reminding myself he has a safeword. He can call this off if he doesn’t like it. But for some reason, the thought of him safewording makes me frown. I turn my attention back to him.
“What did I tell you before, you dumb bunny? When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Did you already manage to forget that? God, if you weren’t gagging on my cock, you’d have nothing in between your ears at all.” He doesn’t say anything to that barrage.
“Look at me,” I snap. When he does, I give him a vicious grin. “What do you say to that? Are you grateful to me?”
“Y-yes,” he stammers out.
I narrow my eyes. “Yes what? ”
“Um…” Panic flashes through his eyes. I like doing this to him more than I should. But since it’s the last time, I’ll let myself enjoy it.
“I asked if you were grateful to me for feeding you my cock so you can have something in that empty head of yours for a couple of minutes,” I prompt him.
“Th-thank you for filling my mouth with your cock so my stupid, empty head has something in it.” His voice is quiet, his words catching a little as if he might cry. Everything about this has me rock-hard. I really want my cock in one of his warm, wet holes soon.
“Put that pretty, vacuous mouth to use for a change,” I snarl. “Clean up this mess your dick left all over my boots.”
I drink in his horrified, wide-eyed expression. “Lick up every drop. Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to swallow it.” I see relief in the slump of his shoulders and fight the urge to grin. “Keep it in your mouth. When I’m ready to force my cock into your needy ass, you’re going to lube yourself up with it.”
His inhale is a sharp hiss. I snap my fingers and point between my legs. “I don’t want to look at your face until my boots are so shiny I can see your reflection.”
He chokes back a humiliated sob, making my cock pulse with need. As I watch him lick his release off my boots, I stroke myself. I remind him several times what a mindless little tramp he is as he struggles to keep his balance with his arms bound behind him.
When he finally sits up on his haunches, lips wet and puffy, I glance down to inspect my boots. “Hmm. That’s not half-bad. Aren’t you glad I found at least one useful thing you can do with your mouth?” He nods vigorously and I feel an evil grin tug at the corners of my lips.
I step away from him and point to the picnic table. “Knees on the bench and bend over, ass in the air. I want to watch you spit your load into your hand and use it to lube up your tight hole. Make sure you open yourself up good, because I’m going to take you all at once.”
A shudder runs through him while he positions himself over the table. It makes me chuckle as I pull out my knife to cut through the plastic binding his wrists together. I step close behind him; I don’t want him to be able to think about anything except what I’m going to do to him.
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.