Mine,My Bunny

Chapter 6:Rewarding Bunny

Leah was shaking.

Days of denial had left her raw, trembling, desperate. Every brush of Arielle’s hand on her shoulder, every whisper against her ear, every stolen kiss that ended too soon......it all built into a hunger that never eased. She was strung tight, a violin waiting to be played, and Arielle held the bow.

Tonight, Leah thought she might break.

She sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, her body taut with tension. Her eyes flicked nervously to the door, waiting for Arielle. When it finally opened, Leah nearly sobbed with relief.

Arielle entered in silence, a vision of dark satin and sharp heels. Her gaze slid over Leah slowly, deliberately, as though drinking in her trembling.

“My gal looks starved,” Arielle murmured.

Leah’s lips parted, her breath quick. “Please… my Arielle.”

Arielle crossed the room, every step measured, predatory. She cupped Leah’s face, her thumb stroking along her trembling lower lip. “Please, what, sweetpie?”

Leah’s voice cracked. “Please… I need you. I can’t.......without you, I......”

“Shhh.” Arielle kissed the corner of her mouth, soft but suffocating. “Say it clearly. Say it properly.”

Leah swallowed. “Please let me have release. Please, my Arielle. Please.”

A slow smile curved Arielle’s lips, triumphant. She leaned close, her breath hot against Leah’s ear. “Good gal. That’s what I wanted. You’ve learned who owns your pleasure.”

Her hand slid down Leah’s arm, catching her trembling wrist. She guided it......not to Leah’s own body, but to Arielle’s. Pressing Leah’s palm against her thigh, Arielle whispered, “You don’t touch yourself. Ever. Only through me. Only when I guide you. Do you understand, little bunny?”

Leah’s whole body shivered. “Y-yes, my Arielle.”

“Good.”

Arielle pushed her gently back onto the bed, pinning her with the weight of her presence alone. She hovered over Leah, her dark eyes gleaming, her lips a breath away. “Tonight, you’ll have what you crave. But every sound, every breath, every drop of release......it belongs to me. You come for me, not for yourself. Mine, my bunny. Mine alone.”

Leah’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yours.”

And with that single word, Arielle finally granted her what had been denied for so long...,slow, relentless, controlled. Every touch was both a gift and a chain, every kiss a reminder that Leah’s body was no longer her own.

Arielle held Leah tightly looking deep into her eyes as she scissored her slowly, deliberately earning moans from Leah......."aaaah......Arie........ll......yes.....please......yes .........more......more I want.....more,don't stop......my Arielle"she moaned with excitement

Arielle having gone feral from the sweet sounds her woman was making.....grinded her hips more faster,more roughly.....she wanted to claim her,to satisfy her,to sate her madness and desires.

"This is what you wanted bunny...... right, take it then,"Arielle moaned as she claimed her lips holding onto her ass tightly as she squeezed them to satisfaction.

God knows she had wanted to do this since the moment her eyes landed on Leah in the streets.She looked lost and out of place and Arielle knew she wanted to protect her,claim her and bend her to her will.

Leah was becoming bolder or was it the pleasure clouding her mind.....she took Arielle n*****s to her mouth and sucked on them gently, twirling her tongue around them, biting, licking while foddling the other breasts with her other hand.

"Yes.....yes....."they moaned in unison as their p*****s grinded producing a wet s****l sound,that filled the whole room.

"Ari...elll.....I'm going to......cu..mmmh.....aaah....."and before long they both exploded with s*x juices coating their intertwined bodies sliding slowly to their pressed thighs.

Arielle collapsed on Leah, giving her sweet soft kisses.

As Leah lay beneath her, she wasn’t just crying from release.....she was crying from devotion.

Arielle held her tightly, brushing the tears away with almost cruel tenderness. “That’s my sweetpie. My gal. My little bunny. Don’t ever forget......your pleasure is mine to give. And mine to take.”

Leah, exhausted and trembling, could only whisper it back.

“Mine… my Arielle.”