Bunny and the Beast [Divine Creek Ranch 22] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Heather Rainier

  “Given the family resemblance, it was obvious he was my brother. My employer let me work around Tristan’s school schedule, and we stayed in San Antonio. My dad sent me the paperwork to authorize me as Tristan’s guardian, and after that, we only had contact with my mother’s mother, Grinnie, who lived in Divine. She’s old friends with Thorne Grogan and told him about her granddaughter and what I was doing, including that I was caring for my brother. He contacted me, to let me know Grogan Home Theater and Communications was always looking for contractors to supplement his workforce and extended a friendly hand to me. A year later we moved to Divine.”

  “And your family? Your father?”

  “Grinnie and Tristan are my family. My father and all the rest are out of the picture. I don’t have any contact with them. We moved in with Grinnie. She lived on a shoestring budget, and I promised her I’d get us on better footing. The neighborhood was a step down from what we’d come from, but I loved watching the way Tristan filled out, and he started smiling and talking more. He still gets anxious sometimes, usually when I’m upset, but between the three of us, we’re family enough.”

  “And a wonderful family it is.”

  “I ruined your scene with all my talking, didn’t I?” she asked softly, feeling regret for yapping so much. “I’m supposed to be concentrating on what you’re doing, right? Taking it in? Feeling the burn?”

  Joseph chuckled and laid a hand on her ass cheek. “Bunny, I can’t even begin to express the many ways you haven’t ruined the scene. I’m not sure what you were expecting, but you submitted in exactly the manner I wanted you to.” Her flesh under his hand began to radiate such heat that she hissed.

  He leaned down to her and brushed her cheek. “Open your eyes. Warm?”

  “Very.”

  He stroked the damp spot under her cheek. “You soaked my bedspread. How do you feel?”

  “Like I’m pancaked beneath a super warm blanket. This spread is so silky and soft.”

  He chuckled. “Just wait. So you dyed your hair red.”

  “My father had remarried a woman who was also a pale blonde. Evidently the gene was a prevalent one in Roberta’s family because all of us had pale blond hair. I wanted to erase that about myself. Tristan wanted to as well, but I told him I couldn’t afford to do us both, and besides, I love his blond hair…on him. He was easy to convince after he saw how much time he’d have to sit still for the treatment.”

  “Answer me honestly,” he said as he laid the blue flogger aside. “Do you think I was judging you for where you live when I suggested you shouldn’t be living in that house or neighborhood?”

  Honesty. “Maybe, in the beginning. I know you better now. And I know it’s not the nicest part of town.”

  He caressed her cheek. “Let me do something about it.”

  She closed her eyes again and shook her head, reluctant to see the consternation she heard in his voice. “You’re such a caring person, Joseph. You want to ride to everyone’s rescue, but you’ll see. It’ll be fine.”

  He frowned, but she reached up and placed her finger over his lips before he could say more.

  “Sir, you bring out the submissive in me, and I want to please you. But I like taking responsibility for my family. I’ll be all right.”

  The furrow between his brows grew more pronounced, and his hands and arms said more than words could as he tugged at the quick release knots, pulled her with him to the head of the bed, and cuddled with her against the pillows.

  She kissed his chest. “And don’t try to tell me you’d rather listen to my pathetic story instead of having your kinky, sadistic way with me.”

  He chuckled, but his eyes still reflected his troubled emotions, and he hugged her to him, reached down, and squeezed her ass cheek hard. She squealed as the heat grew and swelled into a throbbing ache.

  “Who says I haven’t had my kinky, sadistic way with you? Just wait until I turn you onto your back and fuck you into this bedspread on your freshly flogged backside. You won’t think it’s so silky-soft when we’re done.”

  “You—that—ow!” she screeched as he squeezed the other butt cheek.

  “Fiammetta, your submission is hard-earned, and I plan to enjoy it completely,” he said as he gently turned her to her back, and she hissed as all that heat was contained and radiated back into her flesh like a sunburn.

  Holy cow!

  “Grip the rails of the headboard,” he murmured as he got up and went to the dark wooden armoire across the room.

  He opened it and slid out a drawer. Moments later, he returned with what looked like a brush, similar to the one she used when she applied and blended her eye shadow. This one had a luxurious lacquered handle, and the tapered bristles looked sable-soft as he ran a finger over them.

  He held it up. “Something special I purchased with you in mind.”

  “Um…” The question was obvious in her tone.

  Joseph grinned and trailed his lips over her abdomen and downward. “Close your eyes and keep them that way.”

  “Sir…” she whispered, doing as he asked.

  He stroked her pussy lips with broad wet strokes of his tongue and then blew a stream of warm air against her clit, causing her cunt to clench, and then licked some more, interspersing with more gentle breaths against her labia until she barely managed to keep from begging.

  “My spunky little lass, remember, hands on the headboard.”

  She twitched when he spread her outer labia wide with the fingers of one hand, and she tilted up to him, eager for whatever he would do next. A feather-light touch drifted over the edge of her inner labia, and she stilled.

  The brush.

  The stroke was ticklish as he drew the bristles up and down her throbbing flesh. Is this tickle torture?

  He spread her lips slightly wider, and then a thousand tiny pricks of pleasure sparkled through her and stole her breath as he slowly fanned the bristles directly over her clit. Her opening spasmed, making her more aware of her swollen emptiness. He swirled the bristles in a circle and then applied them more directly to her clit, top to bottom, over and over. Her temperature soared as her cunt clenched with each downward sweep.

  “Oh, please, Master,” she whispered. She wanted him inside her so badly, to feel him close and warm, despite the heat still licking at her backside.

  His reply was his lips on her hip bone, the spasms growing stronger as he increased the infinitesimal pressure, and it began to feel as though sparks were dancing on her sensitive flesh. Coherent thought was obliterated by tiny pinpricks of exquisite sensation.

  “You are so beautifully responsive, love.” She heard the sounds of a foil wrapper tearing and wanted to cry out in relief as he quickly sheathed his cock with a condom. “Wait for me,” he murmured and impaled her with a single thrust.

  On the verge of orgasm, she held tight to the headboard rails and whimpered as she breathed deeply, trying to hold the climax back, unsure whether she succeeded fully or not.

  “Good girl,” he whispered to her as he thrust over and over. “You feel so good, so hot and slick. So mine.”

  “Yes! Yes, Joseph.”

  “What?” he growled, a hint of humor in his tone.

  “Sir! Oh, Sir! Fuck me!”

  He came up onto his elbows and lifted her thigh to wrap around his middle, and his thrusts came harder and harder, pushing her to the edge. “That’s it, fiammetta. I love the sweet tugging of your tight pussy. Come for me.”

  “Yes!” Pleasure erupted inside her as she bowed her back and tilted her head to scream, the waves of ecstasy growing larger and larger as her body tightened with the agonizing implosion.

  Joseph fucked her deep, into the raspy, silken fabric of the bed, just as he said he would. She let go of the headboard railings and held on tightly, raking her fingernails down his back to his ass cheeks and gripping him hard as another orgasm rolled over her.

  Lying limp, she realized he was still trembling above her, breathing deep. He hadn’t
climaxed yet. She was about to ask when he pulled from her with a rumbling sound of protest and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing.

  “Hands and knees, Bunny. Time to take out your butt plug.”

  A little leery, she looked over her shoulder and saw him, flushed and gripping his cock at the base. Bonelessly, she did as he asked, marveling at his control.

  “You want to…”

  He chuckled, still a little breathless. “No, I intend to…”

  Meeting his gaze, she saw his arched eyebrow and realized she was supposed to have her eyes closed. He chuckled as she hid her face in the bedspread, and she giggled in reply. She heard the tear of another condom wrapper, his groan as he applied a fresh condom, and the pop of a flip cap. Judging by the slick, wet sound, he was smoothing lubricant on his thick, hard cock. She clenched for a moment, wondering how his control was holding up as he took a deep breath and placed a warm hand on her lower back.

  “Show me, fiammetta.” His tone was calm, implacable, but also gentle. He stroked her encouragingly, and she arched, showing him her pussy and ass, baring her vulnerability. She moaned as he tugged at the butt plug, pumping in and out, awakening those nerve endings. Her pussy clenched with an echo of her orgasm.

  “Such a lovely, tight little treasure, Bunny,” he murmured as if he truly admired her vulnerable opening. “Breathe out.” He gently removed the plug as she complied. Before she could clench her quivering muscles, he invaded her with his lubricated fingers, preparing the way for his much larger cock, making sure it was easier for her.

  Her pussy twitched again as he added another finger, and she moaned her pleasure, working her hips back against him. “Sir, I need you.”

  His only reply was a deep rumble as his fingers were immediately replaced with the hot, broad head of his cock. His grip was tight but reassuring on her hips as he nudged at her anus. The pressure didn’t let up as the burning stretch of his intrusion eased her open. She broke out in a cold sweat, moaning and swearing as he took it slowly, torturously, in and out, until his head was past the sphincter and the burn was replaced by a sense of fullness and possession. He smacked her ass.

  “Fucking beautiful. This, too, is mine, fiammetta. Come with me.”

  Aroused by the lust in his husky voice, she backed up to him and ground against him, feeling as though some animalistic force had taken hold of her. Loosening his tight grip on her hip, he slid his fingers between her pussy lips and stroked her clit with each thrust, round and round until her orgasm broke over her like wildfire, and she cried out as she went up in flames.

  “Yes!”

  He tightened his arms around her torso, and Joseph let loose with an orgasmic howl that rivaled hers in volume. When they both collapsed, she was content to lie flattened beneath him as they panted. Her body was one big throb, and she smiled to herself as their breathing came into sync. He finally roused himself and slid his hands up beneath her so that he cupped her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.

  “Bella fiammetta.” Freeing his hands, he cupped her butt cheek, gently withdrew, and murmured, “Stay here.”

  “That won’t be a problem, Sir. Staying right here,” she murmured, her speech distorted by the bedspread rumpled under her cheek.

  He chuckled from the bathroom as he disposed of the condoms, tidied himself, and then thoughtfully brought a hot, wet washcloth and cleaned her up as well. “Feel all right?”

  She rolled to her side and admired the curve of his muscular ass and back as he returned the cloth to the bathroom. Under the lights, she noticed the marks she’d left on him. “I scratched you, Sir.”

  He took a seat beside her and slid his fingertips against her perspiration-dampened temples. “I suspect you’re more of a wildcat than harmless little forest bunny. You let go of the headboard earlier. That’s two.”

  Her heart wobbled as he kissed her while she giggled. “I believe in keeping you on your toes, Sir. But you forgot about all my cussing while you were taking my ass.”

  Kissing the top of her head, he patted her butt. “I’ll let those slide since I know it’s been a long time since you’ve done that. Did I hurt you?”

  Sliding her lower lip out in a pout she nodded but then giggled. “But you didn’t harm me. It’s just been a while. I’m glad I agreed to try it with you. It was much better than the…other time. Did you like it?”

  He gave her ass a sharp smack and then turned so that he lay beside her once more. “Sweetest, tightest, and hottest ass I’ve ever had, love.”

  The merriment in his expression subsided as he gathered her to his chest and gazed into her eyes. Up that close, she saw the silvery pale striations mixed with the dark gray of his eyes, so different from her own. She could look into them for ages.

  “Three times tonight, you referred to me as Master. The first time was in quiet conversation and the others were in moments of beautiful passion, and each time it sounded natural. How do you feel about that?”

  Honesty. “I didn’t think about it. It just came out.” Saying the words didn’t sting her pride, and she knew they were the truth. He nodded, looking pleased. Satisfied.

  “I want you here with me, Bunny. Not only because I dislike the neighborhood you’re living in. I want you in my life, fiammetta. You and your family. Do you understand?” He gripped his forehead as though gathering his thoughts.

  “I—”

  She startled at the shrill ring of his cell phone on the dresser by the door.

  Joseph let loose with a juicy gutter curse, and Bunny almost giggled until he said, “That’s Hughes’s ringtone. He wouldn’t interrupt me in here unless it was an emergency.” He grasped the phone and put to his ear. “What?”

  Bunny cringed, almost feeling sorry for Hughes getting his head bitten off until she saw the transformation of Joseph’s face. His gaze met hers, her heart lurched, and then he closed his eyes.

  “Thank you. We’ll be right down. You did the right thing.”

  With the phone still in his ear, he approached one of the richly paneled walls and pressed a hidden catch, releasing the door and pulling it open for her as he ended the call and set the phone aside. “I need to get you to the hospital. It’s your grandmother.”

  Her heart plummeted. “Grinnie?” She followed him to the door. “Has there been another drive-by shooting? Was she injured? Was Tristan with her?”

  He wrapped his hands around her and held her securely. “They’re running tests, but it looks as though she may have had a stroke last night. We need to hurry.”

  “Last night?”

  He glanced at the display on his phone and showed her. “It’s morning, fiammetta.”

  He urged her through the door that led into his bedroom, and she hurried to the bathroom. He found her standing in the bathroom with her change of clothing in her arms, unsure what to do, so he reached into the shower and turned on the hot water.

  “Is there time?” she asked as she looked up at him. He reached for her hair clasp and deftly twisted her hair up and pinned it for her.

  “There’s time if you hurry. I’ll help.”

  He drew her into the spacious tiled shower and angled one of the showerheads so it wouldn’t get her hair wet. The citrusy scent of the body wash he lathered on the sponge revived her somewhat, and she scrubbed quickly while he lathered and sluiced off. He was waiting with a big bath towel when she stepped out and unpinned and brushed her hair while she put on her undergarments, still struggling with that foggy, shocked feeling.

  He stopped to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to do aftercare on your back. It’s a little red still but won’t be noticeable once your clothing is on.”

  “That’s okay. Will she be all right?”

  His eyes were filled with sympathy, telling her what he hadn’t with words. “We need to get you there. Tristan needs you.”

  That got her moving quicker than anything else, and soon they were both rushing down the corridor to the stairs. After parad
ing around in her birthday suit for hours on end, it felt slightly odd to be fully dressed. Her big red bucket truck was parked out front, but he tugged her toward the BMW parked nearby.

  “Mine’s faster, and I don’t want you driving right now.”

  “But how will I get my truck back? You shouldn’t have to cart me back and forth…” The whole time she talked he busied himself getting her into the car and buckled, and they were backing out of the parking spot within seconds.

  She turned to look at him, his hair still damp, skin still flushed from lovemaking, and dampness showing through the white cotton of his short-sleeved shirt. He hadn’t even taken time to dry off before dressing, in order to help her.

  “Thank you, Joseph. Sir. Thank you.”

  His hands tightened on the wheel, and then he reached out and laid a gentle hand on her knee. “You’re welcome, fiammetta. I’m happy to do what I can.”

  “Your guests,” she said, looking back at the mansion in the distance. “Hector, Juno, and Jillian. What will they think?”

  “Hughes will explain, and I’ll call Hector from the hospital once we’ve talked to the doctors and know what’s being done.”

  “You haven’t seen Hector and Juno in years. Cutting your time together short isn’t fair to them—or to you. Just drop me off at the emergency room entrance and I can handle it from there.”

  He covered her clenched hands with one of his and said, “Like hell I will. I’m staying with you.”

  “I’m a big girl. You don’t need to do that.”

  “I do, too. There’s no way in hell I’m abandoning you to deal with this on your own, no matter what happens. So don’t ask me to just drop you off!”

  He’d never raised his voice to her before or spoken in such a fashion. He was always controlled. Composed.

  He lifted her hand to his and kissed her knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. You’re sure Hector won’t be upset that you abandoned them?”

  “Hector will understand. And if I had considered just dropping you off, he’d have my ass if he ever found out. A real man wouldn’t do that to the woman he loves.”