Page 13 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

“Where is that motherfucker?! HAVOC!”

I hear a male scream from the kitchen. I look behind me to see Tess’s dad, Justin, charging forward, pushing Cash out of the way.

First of all, I was actually surprised Cash showed up today. Sure, he hasn’t really said a word to me, but it took balls. I’m proud of him for that so I haven’t given him any shit.

Second, the way this human is coming at me would be comical if it weren’t for the circumstances I’m sure it involves. I’d be just as livid if I were Justin.

“When you called me last night, did you conveniently forget to mention that my daughter was almost gutted by a fucking minotaur horn?!”

He might be looking up at me while yelling, but I’m the one who feels small right now.

“I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to freak you out. We took care of her injury. And it was late by the time I talked to you. I didn’t want you to drive out here in the middle of the early morning,”

I reply calmly.

“That wasn’t your decision to make, pal!”

I can see the fear in his eyes as he jams his finger into my chest. I take it, knowing he’s terrified about his kid. I was too last night.

“You’re right. I don’t have kids. I don’t know the shit that comes with the territory and I’m sorry,”

I say softly, holding up my hands.

“Would you like to come see her?”

“No need,”

a weak voice says from the bottom of the stairs that lead to my apartment.

“Hi, daddy.”

“Holy shit, baby girl.”

Justin runs around the bar and scoops Tess into his arms as she cries out.

“Fuck! I’m sorry!”

“How did you even know what happened?”

she asks, leaning on his chest gently.

“I was delivering beer to the bar owned by Selina, the satyr, and here comes some minotaur I’ve never met who told me he was extremely sorry for what happened to my daughter last night and he wished he wasn’t eighty-six’d so he could tell you himself. Imagine my utter horror. I don’t even know how he knew who I was!”

Justin says as he looks down at Tess. Fuck, she looks good in my Buckin’ crop top and cut off sweats. Wait, she cut my sweats? That little sneak.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I was going to tell you. I just didn’t want you to worry. And I’m not quitting,”

she says, making the old, daytime minotaurs sitting at the bar clap and cheer.

“What?! I wasn’t going to suggest that. I know this job comes with hazards, but this is your life, and I haven’t seen you this happy since before I helped you pack up your salon stuff. I just wanted a chance to check in on my little girl. You may be in your thirties, but you’ll always be my baby. And I was scared. Hearing it from someone else was the worst part.”

Justin wipes his eyes as Tess watches him with empathy.

“That wasn’t ok. We won’t let anything like that happen again. I love you,”

red says as she gingerly grabs her old man for a hug.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry, Havoc. I just lost my shit,”

Justin says turning to me. I wave him off.

“It was warranted,”

I reply. Justin takes a moment to look between his daughter and I. I hold my breath. She’s literally dressed in my clothes. I won’t deny anything going on between us. But I also don’t think he’s ready for that conversation. My hunch is right as he hugs Tess once more and then leaves through the kitchen to grab our beer order.

I walk over to her and dig a finger into the waistband of what are now her sweats.

“Been busy, red?”

I ask with a cocked brow.

“I saw some scissors and couldn’t resist. Besides, these will look great above your bulging thighs,”

she says with a smirk.

“Yeah, and we’ll also be lucky if my balls don’t fall out of the bottom of them,”

I say as she giggles.

“That sounds like a win/win for me,”

she breathes. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

“Then I’ll wear them around the apartment for you, madame,”

I whisper, making her suck in a gasp as she lifts her chin and stares at me with a darkened gaze.

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”

“Me too, red.”

Tess:

“It’s looking good, red,”

Havoc says. I’m standing in his room with my shirt lifted up for him to inspect my healing side.

“The stitches took nicely, and you have a pretty reminder of the first time I ate you out,”

he says with a wicked grin.

“As much as I love riding your face, big guy, I’m ready for more. Is this proof enough that we can move on?”

I press impatiently. It’s been a couple weeks since I got hurt and Havoc has been pushing off anything too physical when it comes to being intimate together. He’s licked my pussy plenty of times, but he wouldn’t fuck me or let me go down on him. Rightfully so. I’ve seen the size of his cock, and it would’ve set my healing back. By a lot. A lot, a lot.

But now that we’re here, standing before his big giant mirror with my shirt halfway off already, I want him. I want him so fucking bad. And it’s not just because he’s denied me. I’ve truly never dated someone like Havoc. He’s doted on me, hand and hoof, and I’m so ready to experience more with him. He’s the sweetest male I’ve ever met and I’m screaming to have one more love language met by him.

Over the last two weeks, he’s cooked for me every night I’ve stayed at his place, washed my car, driven me back and forth between my dad’s house and his own. He had dinner with my father, and we broke the news that we’re seeing each other. He already put two and two together, but he was super happy when he got the official confirmation. Havoc has let me wear all his crop tops, danced around with me in our underwear in the living room to AC/DC, Styx, and Queen, as well as Hilary Duff. He’s watched a bunch of trash tv with me, and we even started an Adam Sandler marathon. It’s been the best two weeks I’ve had in a long fucking time. My cookie is the best guy in the fucking world.

I miss the bar though. He hasn’t let me work. So, I’ve been hanging out during the day with the old bulls, sharing beers and swapping stories as Havoc watches over me with a protective eye. He knows none of them would hurt me, but I think he was traumatized too.

“I have one more night before I get to go back to work. My boss is actually letting me back behind the bar and I’m really looking forward to him splitting me over his massive dick before that happens,”

I tease, playing with the hair on his stomach that’s exposed from his crop top.

“I’m just nervous. You’re finally feeling better. I don’t want to be the reason you need another few days off from work, babe.”

Havoc’s hands rub my upper arms warmly. My sweet bull. He’s such a caretaker.

“I haven’t even had a chance to lick your balls yet! C’mon, baby! You’re being too nice to me. Rough me up a little bit!”

I beg, making the minotaur laugh. I clasp my hands together, jumping from one foot to the other in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re incessant,”

he says with a shake of his head.

“Fine. Madame can come out to play. But Tess, if I think you’re pushing it too much, I’ll call it off. I really don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Deal! Say the word and it’s done!” I squeal.

“What is the word?”

he inquires as I bite my bottom lip and think of a safe word. He growls, watching the action.

“Buckin’”

I answer, thinking of my favorite Havoc crop top.

“Alright. Buckin’ it is.”

He takes a couple steps back from my body and falls to his knees before me.

“What would you have me do, madame?”

Fuck, that’s hot. We ran errands earlier in the day, so we’re both fully clothed. I sit on the edge of the bed and slam my Doc into his chest.

“Undress me, cookie,”

I command as he gives me a feral look, smirking as his fingers undo the tie on my boots.

“Good boy.”

“Yes, madame,”

he says obediently.

He strips my foot, massaging it with strong fingers as I sigh, relaxing at his touch.

It feels so fucking good, I consider holding off on fucking him just to indulge in this moment.

But my clit throbs painfully, needing more friction.

I rip my foot away and kick up the other, slamming the sole of my Doc to his chest.

I know I’m not hurting him.

This monster is sturdy as fuck, and I can be rougher with him than some pathetic human man.

I like that about him being a minotaur.

I don’t have to hold back my aggression with him.

I don’t have to worry that I’m going to make him feel less than by stepping into my Domme role.

Havoc knows how strong he is and he’s secure in that.

Stepping down from his own power to allow me to embody mine is one of the greatest things he willingly consents to in this dynamic.

He loves that I can be bossy and masculine at times.

It makes things between us heated and rife with the best kind of tension. Fuck, I think I love this beast.

He strips my second boot off and massages my foot, his fingers working up my calf too.

I try not to let my emotions show as the realization that I’ve fallen for him begins pinging around my head and heart.

“You’re withholding something from me, madame,”

he says, so fucking perceptive.

“I’ll tell you what you need you to know when the timing is right, cookie. Don’t question me,”

I say with a lot less bite than I heard the line in my head.

“Yes, Madame Red,”

he says, his trust so thick he doesn’t even press the issue.

“Take my clothes off,”

I demand, taking my leg back and standing before him.

“Don’t be skimpy on kissing the fuck out of my body as you do so.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you wanting,”

he replies, working my shirt off my torso.

His mouth moves to lavish my breasts with love as he unhooks my bra in two seconds, having no trouble at all.

My heavy tits fall onto his snout as he snorts in approval, motorboating them, pressing them against either side of his nose, trapping himself between them.

I giggle, loving the sight.

“These are so fucking perfect. So warm. So soft. So fucking big. Please suffocate me with them, madame. Squish me with your tits. I need them. I’ll be a good cookie for you,”

he begs, and I swear I fucking lose it, my panties wet as shit as he pleads with me.

“Suffocate me. I don’t want to breathe. I want to be buried in your precious tits, madame. Pressed up against my snout all fluffy and consuming.”

“Fine, cookie,”

I say, grabbing his horn.

“Keep your face right here. I’ll give you what you crave,”

I coo as he watches me bring my tits up to his snout.

“Ready? Here we go.”

I smother his nose with my flesh, pressing each breast together over his snout.

He resists the urge to fight the feeling of being cut off from one’s air supply.

His fingers grip my hips, holding himself steady.

After I count to myself in head, I rip my breasts off his face. Havoc growls, his instincts kicking in.

“More, madame. And harder. Please! Squish them around my snout and press into me with more pressure.”

Fuck. Me. What a masochist. I love it.

“That wasn’t good enough, cookie?”

I ask, my voice feigning disbelief. He shakes his head profusely.

“It was wonderful, madame. It felt so good. I just want you to use me. I’m not soft. You can be rough with me. You don’t have to hold back. Your strength is so beautiful. It’s magnificent. I love to see you in your power, madame.”

I pause for a moment, feeling overwhelmed.

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, cookie. Come here. You deserve a reward, baby.”

I pull him to me by his horn again. Havoc sends hot air across my chest as he snorts a few times in his excitement. I love his little animalistic tendencies. Fuck, I just love him.

“Get ready, cookie.”

“Yes, please. Smother me,”

he pleads.

I bring my tits up and really press them together over his nose this time, using more force.

I watch as his eyes hood, then close.

He surrenders to it, feeling into the sensations as I work my breasts together, making him hold out longer for air.

When I finally release him, he gasps, sucking in a huge lungful.

“Thank you, madame. That was perfect. You’re perfect. Your tits are perfect. I’m blown away by the ways in which you grow even more lovable each and every day. I want to worship you for all that you are forever. You’re so fucking wonderful, red. Shit, I’m so sorry! I mean madame,”

Havoc rants, correcting himself adorably.

“It’s ok to make a mistake, cookie. Especially if you’re doing it fawning from your knees. I’m blown away by you too,”

I admit. I can see the way he swells with pride at my compliment. I love watching him metaphorically blush.

“Keep going with my clothes,”

I instruct as he nods fervently.

I can feel the desperation as he strips me bare.

I love being naked in front of him.

I feel like my size is perfect for this beast.

He can handle every inch and pound, and I’ll gladly throw them his way.

His tongue leaves a trail of wetness starting from one hip, moving over my round stomach, onto my opposite hip and then back.

I press them forward, his fingers gripping each of my ass cheeks as he licks me over and over again.

I sigh, feeling my pussy open in need.

“I’m so empty, cookie,”

I complain with my bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“Will you fill me up?”

“Anything for you, madame,”

he growls back, yanking me forward.

“I want to watch though. Face us towards the mirror,”

I instruct.

Havoc crawls around me and plops himself on the ground, pulling me onto his lap.

My back is against his chest.

He opens his pants before I aid him in stripping them off in seconds, my ass in his face as I do so.

He smacks it a few times, making me whimper through the ripples of my flesh jiggling.

While I’m working on his pants, he rips his crop top off. His monster cock smacks me upon my lower back as I straddle his thighs.

“Holy shit, it’s ribbed!”

I cry out, looking over my shoulder at his shaft, impressed. He nods slowly, knowing exactly what kind of thoughts are floating through my head with that realization. I watch Havoc hit me with it while smirking into the mirror.

“Oh, fuck, cookie. That all for me?”

I ask eagerly.

“All that you can take. Please don’t hurt yourself, madame. It’s a lot. I know you can handle anything. But this is fat and big and more than that pretty pussy has ever attempted to swallow. Please let me guide you through it. Let me coach you. I know you can do it, madame. Please just let me encourage you,”

Havoc says sweetly as our eyes connect in the mirror. I nod my head, honestly needing that.

“I am a little nervous. Will you take care of me, cookie?”

I ask breathily.

“Always.”

He isn’t begging now. There is no room for debate. Havoc has me. And I believe him.

“Ok, cookie. I want to film it though. Where’s my phone?”

Havoc paws my discarded clothes on the floor and finds it, handing it to me. There’s no way I’m not documenting our first time.

“Permission to drop madame for this and make it a little more comforting?”

he asks, making me want to burst into tears at his sweet fucking heart.

“Granted,”

I whisper, unable to hold back my emotions.

“It’s ok, red. You want to cry? Cry, babe. This is fucking special. What we’ve got is special. I’m overwhelmed too, in the best way.”

His hands are roaming my body as he watches me in the glass before us.

“I just… Havoc, I’m in love with you!”

I burst out, the tears falling full force now. He immediately hugs me to his body, cradling my own in the most tender way.

“Oh, fuck, red. I’m yours. I’m beyond in love with you too. I think I fell for you the moment I saw you standing outside my bar, looking all confident and hot as shit. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, babe. I want you and me forever.”

I turn my head and kiss his face incessantly as he laughs at my candor.

“Shit, red. Your lovin’ feels so good.”

He takes the tip of his dick and slides it against my wet pussy lips, working it up and down. Hitting my clit when he gets to the top. I writhe in his lap.

“Easy. I’m still worried about your side, babe.”

“Put it in already, cookie. I want to be as close to you as I can be.”

Now I’m the one begging and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Havoc grabs some lube from the nightstand above us.

“Get me nice and slicked, red. And anytime you feel like you’re in pain, use this. Use the entire fucking thing if you want to. I’ll have boxes of this shit sent to us if we need to go through a bottle each time we fuck,”

he says, making me giggle.

“Sounds like a plan, big guy.”

I grab his beautiful cock, observing it in all its glory. It’s a gorgeous shade of purple, the head massive and round, minimizing my hand significantly in comparison. He’s darker towards the base, his balls black like the rest of the precise coloring of his hide. I trace my thumb over his ribbing, a shiver erupting from the bull beneath me.

“Fuck, red. That feels so good,”

he moans, bucking his hips a bit.

“C’mon, stop teasing me. I’m desperate to be inside of you too.”

“Ok, cookie,”

I whisper, opening the lube and pouring it over his throbbing cock. I can feel his heart beating through it as I run my palm up and down his shaft, my thumb pressing into the slit at the top that’s secreting pre-cum steadily.

“I have an IUD,”

I tell him as he huffs.

“Good. This cum wasn’t going anywhere other than that pretty pussy, babe. I’m stuffing you full,”

he warns, pinching my nipples, making me press my chest out. He rolls them lazily between his fingers as I sigh watching us in the mirror.

“Get your camera ready, red.”

“Fuck. Alright,”

I moan, barely able to function as I press record and hold it up to the mirror, making sure what I want to see is in the frame.

“It’s ready.”

“Let’s do this a little bit at a time, babe. It’s going to be big. This will be uncomfortable. But I’m right here with you. If you want to stop, we stop. Simple as that. No hard feelings,”

Havoc sweetly says as I nod.

“I love you. We have plenty of time to work at this.”

“Havoc, I love you back, but I swear to whatever gods exist that if you don’t impale me right now, I’m going to get a massive attitude!”

I shout. My big bull laughs out loud.

“Ok, red, lower that pretty cunt onto me.”