“Yes, Sir.”
“Such a good little rabbit.” He takes the gun from my pussy and puts it to my lips. I open my mouth without having to be told. I know better than to make him angry. His smile tells me I did the right thing. I lick the gun and suck on the tip. The taste of my juices hits me first. But it’s the underlying taste of gunpowder and metal that makes me sigh. I don’t know why, but it turns me on.Am I into danger?
Kronos doesn’t give me enough time to think. No, he pulls the gun away and puts it away. I can hear his zipper going down and I gulp. This is something I shouldn't want. I should fight, but the first thrust into me with his familiar cock makes me feel whole. Makes me needy. I hate myself.
“Such a good little rabbit, moaning for more like the dirty little whore she is.”
His words make me ache with want and embarrassment. I shiver as he wraps his arms around me, touching my breasts. Each time he strokes his cock deep into me he pulls my nipples. I think he’s doing it just to hear me make noise. To make me acknowledge I’m his.
“My brothers and I own you. You are ours, little rabbit. Get used to this. Get used to being fucked when we want you. We aren’t stopping, and you can never leave us.”
His words hold a dark promise in them, and I know I’m caught. He pinches my nipples at the same time he pulls out, and I move my hips back into him, searching for his cock. I can’t help it. He has me wanting him. I forget all about the men that are around and focus on the feelings that he is eliciting from me.
“Leave us,” he grits out to his men. I wince and look back at him. His eyes are clouded with desire. I watch his men leave. They are reluctant to do so, but they move. This man holds so much power that two brief words put fear into them. That turns me on, and I don’t know why. I can’t think with his cock in me.
“Please,”she begs me. The sound of those sweet words coming from her turns me on faster than anything else. I move my hands down to her hips and smack her left ass cheek. It’s hard and rocks her forward. She whimpers for me, making me want to give in to her.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I pound into her, and she gets louder for me. I’m going nuts wanting to fuck her until she screams my name. She’s lost the fear she was feeling. I can tell by her body language. It’s limp and submissive. She’s moving those hips against me. That sweet body of hers is caving.
“Kronos, please!” she begs. That's all I need to hear. I push deeper and I feel that tight pussy clench down on me.
“Come for me, sweet rabbit.” My tone is softer than even I thought it could be. I want her to feel this pleasure. To give herself to me. And she does. She screams for me as her body explodes into ecstasy. She sighs and slumps against me. Her hands fall from the hook, and I hold her.
I walk her over to the nearest crates and bend her over. She doesn’t fight me. No, she is still my sweet little rabbit, wanting this. I pound into her harder and faster as she lies there, writhing with each thrust.
“Kr… Kronos,” she whispers as I rub her hair out of her face.
“You are such a good girl. Lie there for me. Enjoy the feeling of my cock deep inside you.” I can feel the switch in my heart. My entire mind is buzzing with the need to own this girl. To make her see she’s ours.And we are hers.
Fuck.
I’m falling for her.
That’s the last thought that goes through my mind as I bend down and kiss her right cheek. She gives me a smile at the same time as I release my cum into her.
* * *
Charlotte doesn’t fightme when I walk her back to my car. She’s naked, but she isn’t trying to fidget away. I am proud of her for submitting to me. For giving me a hell of a fight. I think she knows now that we won’t be letting her go. But I don’t put it past her to run again. The trust between us is broken; not that there was any trust to begin with.It’s something we need to build. I can’t stand the thought of her running again.
“Where are we going?” Charlotte asks as we pass the old house.
I chuckle. “You’ll see.”
That’s all I say. I want her to be nervous. I want her to think about the fact that she will not go back to the home we were in.
She bites her lip. It’s trembling, and I feel the tug of sympathy. I grip the steering wheel tighter. Now is not the time to let her know you are going soft, dammit.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“No, now hush, I need to call Ayres. I must see if Hypnos is better.”
She doesn’t say another word while I make the phone call. Ayres tells me Hypnos is up and about. They have already moved to the hunting cabin in the woods. I hang up the phone and turn the radio on.
