Mine,My Bunny

Chapter 5:The Forbidden Touch

The nights had become unbearable.

Arielle had been teasing her for days......soft brushes of fingers along her thigh, lingering kisses just shy of Leah’s lips, whispers against her skin that left her trembling. But never more. Never release.

"Not yet, my little bunny," Arielle would murmur, drawing back just as Leah’s body arched toward her touch. "Not until I say. Not until you’ve earned it."

The hunger built until Leah thought she might lose her mind. Each night, lying in the silk sheets Arielle had chosen for her, she throbbed with an ache she couldn’t name. Arielle’s scent lingered in the pillows, on her clothes, on her very skin. She felt caged not just by walls and locks......but by her own body.

When did her body become dependent on Arielle.She felt like she was going insane and Arielle was not helping either.Forcing her to sleep with almost nothing and cuddling her tightly the whole night.She could feel Arielle's firm breasts pressing on her back under the silky sheets.

The warmth of her feminine body seeping to hers with a burning fierceness.

Yet, Arielle denied her what she wanted the most.Her touch.

She knew what she was doing and it was working on Leah.She craved Arielle.She wanted her.All of her.

And finally, she broke.

Arielle was out on a late meeting.She could ease her urge before she came back.

She ignored the warning Arielle had given her ......."Let me not catch you touching yourself bunny......."

That night, when the mansion was quiet, Leah slid her hand beneath the sheets, trembling. She closed her eyes and tried to remember Arielle’s voice, Arielle’s touch, Arielle’s commanding presence. Her breath hitched, her body arching into her own hand as she sought the release Arielle had denied her.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like freedom.

Until the door opened.

“Sweetpie."

She was back earlier than expected.

The voice was low, dangerous, venom wrapped in velvet. Leah froze, her body still trembling, her hand caught mid-act. Her eyes flew open to see Arielle standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the golden glow of the hall light.

Leah’s heart stopped. “A-Arielle.....I....."

Arielle crossed the room in silence, her heels deliberate, merciless. She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze locked on Leah’s flushed, guilty face. Then she leaned down, lips brushing Leah’s ear.

“What did I tell you about touching what belongs to me?”

Leah whimpered. “I.....I couldn’t.......I just......”

“Shh.” Arielle’s hand gripped her wrist and pulled it away, pinning it to the sheets. “My gal doesn’t get to take what I deny her. My little bunny doesn’t get to defy me.”

Leah’s chest heaved. Shame and desire tangled like thorns inside her. “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry isn’t enough.” Arielle’s eyes gleamed with cold fire. “You wanted pleasure? You’ll have punishment instead.”

Her grip tightened. She pressed Leah flat against the bed, her voice steady, suffocating. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself. Ever. Unless I guide your hand. Unless I say you can. Every inch of you belongs to me, sweetpie.....even your hunger.”

Leah shuddered, tears stinging her eyes. “Yes… my Arielle.”

Arielle smiled, slow and cruel. “Good gal. My obedient bunny. My sweet little toy.” She brushed her lips over Leah’s trembling mouth, denying her the kiss she craved, pulling away before Leah could taste it.

The denial burned worse than any touch.

The punishment stretched into days.

Every time Leah reached for herself in secret, Arielle was there......watching, waiting, reminding her of the rules. A hand gripping her wrist, a sharp word, a stolen breath of intimacy that ended before it began. The more Arielle denied her, the more Leah ached for her.

And Arielle knew it.

At dinner, she would lean close, whispering wicked promises that never came true. At night, she would cradle Leah in her arms, holding her so close Leah thought she’d suffocate.......yet refusing the one thing Leah’s body begged for.

The deprivation wasn’t just torture. It was a leash. And Leah, desperate and trembling, found herself clutching it tighter every day.

By the end of the week, Leah whispered the truth in the dark, her lips brushing Arielle’s ear.

“Please. I can’t anymore. I need you. I need… my Arielle.”

And Arielle, triumphant, only smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear, my bunny.”