“Bred you,” he growled in my ear. He caught my earlobe and sucked it, and my cock gave a hopeful throb. “So fucking good. Holy fuck, Mark.”
He rolled to his side and held me close, pulling my leg up to my chest with a hand behind my knee. He shoved his cock in a bit farther, and I panted through the additional stretch. It hurt and was fantastic all at once. I moaned and dropped my head back against his chest.
“When I pull out, you’re going to squeeze your asshole as tight as you can. I don’t know where the plug went, but I don’t want a drop of my cum falling out of you, if you can help it. You understand, little rabbit?”
Dumbly I nodded. I was floating. I’d never felt like this, and it was beyond fantastic. He rolled me onto my front and tilted my ass in the air again as he pulled out. I whined under my breath as he switched out his cock for three fingers, which he fucked into my hole. I wasn’t sure what he was up to until he slid an arm under me.
“Replace my fingers with yours,” he murmured. “Keep my cum in there. I can feel it sticky and all the way inside you. I want it there forever.”
My head was so spacy. All I could do was nod. I reached down and he slid his fingers out. I eased two of my fingers in, and he felt around in the dark and nodded. It seemed almost unbelievably easy for him as he bent and picked me up. With barely a strain, he cradled me to his chest and carried me into the house, all with my fingers stuffed into my ass. I had a brief moment to wonder if any of his neighbors could see us somehow, in spite of the dark and the fence, but I didn’t care. He took me through the kitchen, then along the hallway and up the stairs. When we reached his room, he laid me gently on the middle of the bed.
“Keep them in there a minute longer.” He took the time to dump his claws on the dresser before he dashed back out of the room, and I floated. My eyes drifted shut. The next thing I knew I heard his feet on the floor, and when I opened my eyes again, he had the silver buttplug. I could tell he’d stopped to clean it off because it was shiny again. He grabbed the lube from his nightstand, gave the plug a quick coat, and then he was between my spread legs with a grin. He eased my fingers out and put the plug back in, and I had to laugh at how ridiculously pleased he seemed to be with himself at the results. He wiggled the plug in my ass, and I moaned, then fought off a yawn as he leaned up and dropped a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“The girls tire you out today?” he asked. All the while he massaged the muscles of my thighs.
“Mm.” I tried to move but my body ached. “And you,” I whispered. My mouth was dry.
“Stay here,” he said with a pat to my knees. The quick way he hopped to his feet made me feel even more tired—he should be the rabbit—but I was happy when he drew the blankets out from underneath me and tucked them around my middle. He left and came back again, and I almost jumped for joy at the sight of the bottle of Advil he carried, and I nodded as he shook it around. In his other hand he had a plate of food, with a bottle of water tucked between his arm and his side. I sighed in contentment as he carefully settled next to me. For some reason, now that I was snug and warm in the bed with my ass firmly plugged, all I could do was yawn.
Cam’s smile was nearly blinding as he popped two pills into my mouth, then opened the water for me. I drank and leaned up against his side. Every third bite from his plate went between my lips. The chicken was melt-in-your-mouth delicious, and the casserole had turned out crispy on top. I wriggled my toes, and he laughed at me as I licked the silverware clean. I was nodding off by the time the fork clinked on the bare plate, and he leaned over to set it on the floor beside the bed. I grunted when he gently pried the headband from my head and planted a kiss on my nose.
“Sleep,” he murmured. I snuggled down happily to listen to him.
Sometime, when it was still dark out, I was pressed under the blankets against his warm, strong chest, and the plug was eased out of my hole. Cam filled me with his cock instead. He was gentle and slow, and I gasped and moaned, partially with twinges of pain because he’d been rough with me earlier, but mostly in delight as a slow pleasure built in my belly. He stroked my cock to his soft thrusts, and I trembled as he spilled me over into a gentle orgasm. He moaned against my neck, and with a few short, juddering pumps of his hips, I could feel him dumping heat into me—more of his cum. He was a tame wolf now as he eased out and worked the plug back in.
His alarm went off at some god-awful hour, and the same thing was repeated. The plug was removed, and he fucked me slow and steady until he sent us both tumbling into an easy, comfortable orgasm that had tears gathering in the corners of my eyes from straining for it.
“Can you leave this in today?” he asked, and I swore I could feel his cum sloshing in my ass as he tapped the plug firmly into place again.
“Mm” was the only answer I could muster as I closed my eyes, and he laughed and kissed my temple. “I’m getting the girls at noon.”
He rested his cheek against mine. “Mark?”
“Yes?”
He only shook his head and gave me a tight squeeze around the middle. “I can’t wait to get home to see you tonight. And I want to do that for the rest of the summer. Come home and have you in my house.”
“Only the summer?” My mind began to perk up, and I rolled to stare over my shoulder at him. The sun was beginning to streak through the windows, and the smile he gave me was beautiful.
“No. Not only the summer.”
He ran his thumb along my hip, and I sucked in a deep breath. This was as close as we’d gotten to talking about the future. “Longer?”
“Much longer,” he whispered and dropped a kiss to my lips. “Go back to sleep. If you can’t drive with the plug in, take it out about two hours before you have to leave, just in case you have some cramping from it being in overnight. So, ten o’clock, okay?”
Absently I nodded but was already drifting back to sleep. Later that morning I was cursing Cam as I worked the plug out of my ass. He’d fucked me—a lot—and while I’d loved it at the time, my asshole was tender. I bit my bottom lip and stood leaned over the bathroom sink as I eased the plug out, and finally it was free. The metal bulb felt like it was seven miles wide, but it was still the same reasonably sized plug I’d inserted last night before the madness began.
When I glanced at myself in the mirror, I laughed. My chest was bruised and scraped, even though I didn’t remember it hurting last night. My arms were dappled purple in ten perfect spots that had to have been from Cam gripping me too hard, maybe while he was fucking me—or chasing me.
A shiver raced down my spine. The plug fell from my fingers and rolled around in the sink as I gasped and leaned closer to the mirror. My neck looked like a vampire that was part Dyson had latched on to me. The skin was a plum-black bruise on both sides of the column of my throat, and I didn’t doubt the back was just as bad. How the hell would I hide any of this for work tomorrow?
At the moment I was happy to let that be future-Mark’s problem, and I hobbled my way to the shower. My muscles were stiff and achy. I must have been very tense while he was hunting me, and everything was letting me know about it. Both of my knees hurt, there was a crick in my neck, on top of it being bruised, my ass ached in an oddly pleasant way, too, and my balls even throbbed. Was it possible to hurt yourself from coming too much in one night? I didn’t fucking know, but the hot water was somewhere near divine when I stepped under it.
Around eleven thirty I called Cam’s mother—Olivia had texted me her number—and was only a little nervous about it. I was used to talking to strangers because of work. After a short conversation, she assured me she was delighted to see me and that the girls would be ready, and my nerves dwindled to nearly nothing. Humming to myself, I dragged on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt with a collar that really wouldn’t do nearly enough to hide the bruises on my neck. I stopped at a pharmacy and cursed Cam under my breath as I sat in the parking lot and tried to use concealer to make the deep purple smudges look less awful—but I kept catching my lips sliding into a smile in the rearview mirror.
When I finally pulled my car into the driveway of Cam’s mother’s house, a very impressive bungalow, I was in a good mood and ready to see my girls. I checked my phone and found a text from Cam’s mother, telling me to go through the gate to the pool area, and I heard splashing and shrieking from that direction the second I opened the car door. Chuckling, I followed the noises.
The sun shining off the water blinded me as I opened the gate and shielded my eyes. I walked closer and zeroed in on Addy and Eloise in the shallow end. Eloise was pushing an inflatable crocodile along and laughing as she chased Addy, who was dramatically screaming as she was pretend devoured. I made my way forward with a hand up in greeting, and spotted two women dressed to go in the pool at a small patio table with a deck of cards between them. The entire scene was sweet and domestic, and I opened my mouth to call hello… and then fear stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
