Page 15 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

It’s my first shift back at work since getting injured and despite being sore from getting fucked into next week by my boss/boyfriend, I feel really fucking good. The rest I took did me well, even though I know I’m going to be extremely tired by the end of the night. I hardly care though as another group of bulls brings me my ninth bouquet of flowers. I’m starting to line them up behind the bar. It’s never looked prettier in this place.

Havoc smiles at me as I thank them for their kindness. He’s been keeping an eye on me, trying his best to come off as nonchalant. He’s actually doing a great job. I know how nervous he is about me coming back to work. I’m a little scared myself. The nightmares haven’t gone away, and I’ve woken him or my dad up every night, depending on where I’m sleeping. I’ve been staying with Havoc more, seeing as the comfort he brings calms me down quicker. Plus, you know, the bull cock is a major plus.

We watched the movie we made together this morning and ended up fucking to the noises of our own sex. It was so hot, I came four times before Havoc blasted his load into me. Sex with him feels so right. I can’t keep my hands off the minotaur. I also find that, to his dismay, I like to hang off his horns. It drives him crazy, but I think he secretly likes it. He thinks it’s sexy when I manhandle him.

All the bulls are on their best behavior tonight as they file in and tell me how much they missed me. I get more flowers throughout the night and even some cards and candy that I end up sharing with everyone. My face hurts from smiling and my pussy aches from the lustful looks I’m getting from Havoc. Even Cash has been a joy to be around.

I didn’t tell either of them I thought it was his fault I had to run to the customer restroom. I didn’t feel like having Cash’s blood on my hands due to Havoc gutting him. He’d be fucking pissed off and looking to fight. And I honestly don’t know if Cash would make it out alive. I definitely know he wouldn’t be working here anymore.

I have a few shots throughout the night, something I don’t normally do. But we’re all celebrating, and I know I have a competent babysitter watching me. By the time it reaches twelve, I’m fucking dying, my hands on my knees in the storage room. I’m out of breath. Being inactive for two weeks has caught up to me. I hear a pair of hooves and try to rise, but it’s no use. I just don’t have it in me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so fatigued?”

Havoc asks as I shrug.

“I didn’t want to be a burden,”

I answer truthfully.

“I’m trying. I’ll be ok. Just give me a second, baby.”

“You’re done, red. You did good tonight. You need to rest. Go sit down at the bar. Have another drink. Relax,”

Havoc says softly, lifting my arms and throwing them around his neck.

“You were so fucking hot slinging drinks tonight,”

he says as he buries his snout into my body.

“Yeah? Did I make you horny, big guy?”

I ask with a pathetic laugh. I’m so fucking spent.

“Always. You’re beautiful, Tess. We’re all a bunch of asshole bulls who are way too lucky to have you around,”

he grunts. I shake my head.

“Fuck off, Havoc,”

I whisper as we kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth possessively. I eat it up, jumping with my last bit of strength into his arms as he catches me under my ass.

“I have a surprise for you,”

he says as I give him a look.

“But you gotta go sit down.”

“What the fuck is it?”

I ask him suspiciously. The way his cock is poking up into my cunt has me seeing stars, wanting him to thrust up into me.

“No way, red. Sit your ass down at the bar and you’ll find out,”

he says as he places me back on the ground and directs me towards the door. “Bye.”

“Fuck, fine,”

I grumble, trying to feign anger.

“I’ll be out here.”

“Atta girl.”

He winks at me, both of us watching each other until I finally have to turn to walk away. I cross to the other side of the bar, Duke getting up to let me take his seat. I feel a bunch of hands on my shoulders and head, teasing me and praising me for a job well done. I didn’t realize how much I had missed working until tonight. I’ve become a staple here and the bulls think so too.

“Here he comes!”

Duke yells as I look over and see Havoc carrying a giant sheet cake towards me. Cash has candles and begins to stick them into the frosting, Havoc taking half and helping to speed up the process. The red icing on the top says Welcome Back, Tess with a giant exclamation point. And below that We Missed You, red.

“Oh, fuck you all! Tryna make me cry?!”

I shout as the bar erupts with laughter. Sure as shit, once the candles are lit and everyone is staring at me, waiting to blow them out, I lose my shit and bawl my eyes out in front of everyone. They hoot and holler, telling me to hurry up playfully. I laugh through my tears and blow the candles out as everyone around me erupts happily.

Cash begins to cut the cake and dish it out. And Havoc, in front of everyone, leans over the bar and kisses me on the lips. Right before he smashes cake in my face. I cry out in surprise, grabbing a handful from the end that hasn’t been sliced yet. I rip Havoc to me by his horn and make sure his entire face is covered in frosting and chocolate. He howls with laughter, licking it off the side of his snout. I grin, proud of my work, before licking my fingers clean.

Havoc:

I’ve got Tess up against the shower wall, running my large hands over her body as I hum in her ear. I grip her stomach, her tits, her thighs as she coos below me, her hips swaying to the song.

“How do you feel?”

I ask her, still worried she overdid it tonight.

“I’m fine, bossman. Please shut the fuck up,”

she says playfully. I snort, unable to help myself.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, red. You mean a lot to me,”

I whisper. She turns in my arms and throws her body forward into mine.

“You mean a lot to me too. This entire place does. I felt so loved tonight. You’ve created something special with this bar,”

she says, rubbing my strong arms.

“I’m so proud of you, cookie. I want to make you feel good.”

“What Madame says fucking goes,”

I growl.

“You tell me what to do, it’s done.”

“Dry me off first,”

Tess commands, turning the shower off. She steps out of the tub and throws a towel at me that hits my horns before hanging off to the side. It makes her giggle, which makes her tits jiggle and then I’m smiling because what a wonderful sequence of events. I retrieve the towel and wipe her free of water before stepping out and doing the same to my body with a fresh one.

“We’re going downstairs.”

“Is this going to be a health code violation?”

I ask with a raised brow as she shrugs.

“Do people eat off the pool tables?”

she says innocently as I shake my head.

“Let me grab my flip flops,”

she says before sauntering off into my bedroom. I follow her obediently as we descend the stairs into the dark bar below. No one is here and the peaceful calm is kind of alluring. It feels like we’re not supposed to be here even though I own it. And with each of us being naked, the open air and space around us is thrilling.

Tess pushes me against the hard edge of the nearest pool table, rubbing her soft body over mine. I sigh, letting her use me, watching as her tits squish into my hair.

“Would you like some music, madame?”

I ask her as she nods fervently.

“Pick us something sexy, cookie,”

she says as she bites her bottom lip, eye fucking my body as I walk away from her to the jukebox. My tail swishes behind me, trying to decide what to play. I smile when I see the one that I want after having flipped through a few of the options. Bruce Springsteen’s I’m On Fire begins, making Tess squeal excitedly.

“Good choice, baby,”

she praises me as I join her against the table again. “Up!”

she shouts, patting the green fabric. I have no idea if this thing will support us both, but I’m not above buying a new table if I have to. I do as I’m told and throw my ass up and back, settling on the shorter edge as my tail flicks. Tess dances between my legs, teasing me with her ass and bending over before throwing her hair back as she rises, hitting my snout with her strands. I chuckle to myself, loving the way her confidence makes her do stuff that she gives no shits about, like pulling my horns whichever way she feels like.

“Fuck, madame,”

I growl, my fingers tracing down her spine and pushing her forward. I pull her hips back, so she’s lined up with my cock.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you bend over for me.”

“I knew you’d like it, cookie,”

she says, jiggling her ass for me.

“You’re a sucker for a view. Just like me.”

“I am. Thank you for thinking of me,” I reply.

“I’m always thinking of you,”

she says, turning in my arms, grabbing my shaft.

“And this beautiful bull cock.”

“You’re so nice to my big bull cock, babe,”

I whisper as she nods, her nose meeting mine.

“I love the way you make me feel, madame. You’re so good at making me come.”

“The best,”

Tess says before biting the air between us.

“And now I’m going to put you in my mouth.”

“Please,”

I grit out as she bends forward and sticks out her tongue.

“Please lick the tip. Right at the slit. Lick my aching cock. I’ll be so good for you and sit so still, madame.”

“Don’t move, cookie,”

she says deathly quiet as she finally flicks her tongue over the head of my dick.

“Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet. Want another one, big guy?”

“Fuck yes. Please! Please lick me again, Madame Red,”

I beg as she nods and does, swirling her tongue over my opening and teasing it like the minx she is. I whimper, trying not to move.

“I’ll suck your cock if you do one thing for me,”

she says, grabbing my horn and yanking my head to the side.

“Anything, madame,”

I reply automatically, looking at her sideways.

“You’re gonna be a good bull and low for me. Can you do that, cookie? Nice and loud. But only when you can’t stand it anymore. I want it to be desperate. I want it to be hot. I want you to be so fucking turned on you can’t help but emit the sound,”

she instructs me in a clipped tone.

“Yes, madame,”

I say quietly, staring back into her eyes just as hard. Tess drops herself over my lap, opening her mouth as wide as she can in order to take me. I know she underestimates my size as she gags immediately. Fuck, it’s hot. But she pops off, a look of determination on her face as she throws herself at my cock again, adjusting to the fit of my head first, just warming it in her mouth.

I begin to breath hard, trying not to low yet, wanting to hold out for her to take me even deeper. I grunt, my hoof scuffing the table leg as I hold onto my composure. My fingers dig into the underside of the table, watching as Tess breathes through her nose and is able to get me a tiny bit further, towards my ribbing. She locks eyes with me, daring me to make a sound. I repress the urge. Her own fingers are digging into my thighs, the nails threatening to break skin as she moves again. Fuck me, the woman is persistent.

It’s a heated match, neither one of us wanting to give in. She rips a hand from my left thigh. Then she grabs my balls as she gags herself and gets me into the back of her throat. The sight is so dirty, so fucking hot, the feel of her fingers gripping my balls making my back arch. I low deep and loud, the sound canceling out the music and shaking the light fixture above us. When I finally finish, I grab her hair and help her off of me. She gasps for air, my arms holding her to my chest and petting her head. But she isn’t done with me.

“Lay down, cookie,”

she says with a broken voice. She pushes my chest back, urging me to scoot to the middle of the green felt. She wastes zero time mounting me and inserting my cock into her cunt. We both grit our teeth as she squeezes my length. Neither of us have any fight. It’s sheer determination that allows her to take me tonight. And fuck if I’m not leaking into her pussy at the sight.

“Welcome to Tess’s rodeo,”

she says with an evil grin, bouncing on my dick as I grab her hips and watch her go. She’s so fucking pretty. So confident. So sure of herself. It’s brilliant and beautiful and I love every second of being with her. I push myself up so our chests are flush with one another. She does exactly what I want and grabs onto my horns, using them to assist her in fucking my cock with abandon. I don’t say anything as I observe her, and neither does she. We’re just sharing space. Our bodies are doing the communicating.

She comes over me, gushing liquid, her inner walls squeezing me for all I’m worth. I decide to come too, not holding back any longer. She’s tired, evident by the way she slumps over me immediately when she’s done squirting. Tess breathes heavily, leaning fully upon me for support. Her injured side looks swollen and red. She needs to get into bed.

We leave the table a mess with our combined releases as I carry my girl back upstairs. I find a clean rag and tidy her up, her famous snoring already a signal that she’s out like a light. I laugh to myself as I wipe my cock down next, needing a second rag to make sure I got most of everything, especially over the plethora of ridges. I climb into bed with Tess and cuddle her to my side, kissing her temple as she stirs in her sleep. She doesn’t wake up with a nightmare for the first time since her injury. And in the morning, we celebrate with mutual head.