Then something hot and heavy draped itself over him from behind, a familiar voice finally cutting through the terror ringing in Rabbit’s ears.
“Looks like I caught myself a naughty bunny,” the voice practically purred, the owner’s satisfaction apparent in his silky tone.
“V-Void?”
Baikal chuckled dark and low, the sound somehow coming off sultry. “Should have messaged me back, tiny obsession. Now it’s come to this, and fair warning, I’m in amood.”
Chapter 11:
He spoke that last word directly over the curve of his ear and Rabbit shivered before he could help it.
His mouth had gone dry and his heart was still thumping wildly in his chest. It was almost like his body and his mind couldn’t decide on what to feel, whether they should be relieved it was just Baikal and not some random robber, or if the fact itwasBaikal should make themmoreafraid.
Rabbit had dropped his multi-slate when he’d been grabbed, and it’d slid a few feet away, thankfully right side up. The glow from it helped to cut through some of the darkness, allowing him to cling to a string of dignity, if only just.
“What,” he swallowed and tried again, “What kind of mood?”
Baikal was silent for a beat before, “Interesting how you’re not asking me what I’m doing here.”
“Would you tell me if I did?”
“No,” he replied, pressing those wicked lips to the rise of his cheek. The bastard was smirking. “Because I intend on showing you instead.”
“Wait—” Rabbit struggled against the other man’s ministrations as soon as the hold on his neck vanished, but with Void’s firm body still at his back, there was little room for him to move.
That same hand bunched the band of his sweatpants and tugged, yanking the material clean off his body like a child carelessly tearing through their first gift Christmas morning.
Which was an altogether odd thought for Rabbit to have, considering they didn’t celebrate Christmas on their planet.
Then a palm whacked him against his right cheek, sending all thoughts of holidays or anything else scattering in the wind. The move was rough but clipped, that hand coming down on him with just enough force for it to sting but not leave any long-lasting marks. Even still, he cried out, pushing against the counter in a poor attempt to remove himself from between it and the steel-like form behind him.
Baikal shoved him into place with a hand at his narrow back and delivered another slap, this time ending it by grabbing onto a fistful of his rear and squeezing, fingers digging in deep enough Rabbit whimpered.
“Since you’re a virgin,” his words were spoken casually, as though he weren’t in the middle of abusing Rabbit’s ass, “I guess that means no one’s played with you like this before?”
“This isn’t playing!” That earned him another blow, harder than the last and he just barely held back the urge to glare over his shoulder at the Brumal Prince. “No,” he ground past his clenched teeth instead, knowing exactly what his tormenter was waiting to hear. “No one has…done this to me before.”
Suddenly, his touch turned tender, massaging over his burning flesh, rubbing away the sting in small, measured circular motions that quickly had Rabbit squirming.
It felt…good. Soothing, in a sick way. The pain from the hits retreated to make way for achy warmth that began to build inside of him instead. Was it because it almost felt caring now, the way Baikal was handling him? Or—
“It’s called spanking,” Baikal drawled, cutting through his thoughts. “Typically, I’ll be using it as a punishment, but that doesn’t mean it’s not something we both can’t enjoy.”
“Like hell,” he spat, sucking in a breath in preparation for Void’s retaliation, another hit, this time to the opposite cheek.
“Want to try that again, Rabbit? Or,” He removed his hold on his back only to circle his front and grab at his dick, “have you not noticed yet how hard you already are for me?”
Rabbit gasped at the first touch of those fingers as they encircled the base of his cock. All of the memories from the night at the theater he’d been so desperately fighting to forget came rushing to the forefront at lightning speed.
“Is there a reason you aren’t wearing any underwear?” Void asked, still holding him down there, though he didn’t move to stroke him or give him anything other than that initial contact. “Were you perhaps waiting for me, little bunny?”
He shook his head frantically, trying to collect his thoughts and resist the desire to rut against Baikal’s hand. Not wearing underwear had been a mistake. He’d been too distracted when he’d gotten out of the shower and simply hadn’t bothered with them. But that explanation required too many words, and right now he wasn’t confident he could deliver them without letting a moan or two escape in the process.
“Is this the silent treatment?” Baikal was being annoying, peppering him with questions as though it didn’t matter to him one way or the other if Rabbit answered any of them. “You choosing to be stubborn on me again? You like resisting even when I’ve got you cornered like this, don’t you?”
“No,” Rabbit bit out, if only to try and assuage whatever twisted form of penalty Void was planning next.
“To which question?”
