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A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14

Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

stopped smiling, and my heart was filled with love. “Mistress, I want us to be completely honest. I don’t want you to hold back and hide your thoughts and needs. And I’ll promise that I’ll talk to you whenever I feel left out and alone, before I can do anything stupid. Would that… would that be okay?” I watched her expectantly. Instead of answering, she slowly picked up the tray and set it down on the nightstand. Then she pulled away the blanket. It was almost funny that I felt myself blush when her eyes roamed all over my body. She sighed, lying down next to me and running a hand through my hair. “Oh Bunnie, you’re so right. We should have talked instead of assuming.” Her soft kiss on the tip of my nose made me giggle. “Do you really want to know what I’m dreaming of?” “I do,” I answered honestly, and somehow, it felt almost like an oath. “Tell me.” She took a deep breath. “You remember Jolene? The girl in yellow latex?” I chuckled. “As if I could forget her!” “Right.” Anne’s grin got a bit sheepish. “Well, she’s a body artist.” She looked deep into my eyes. “And she’s really good in it. I want her to do you over. I…” I saw her cheeks flush and her lips tremble slightly. Whatever fantasy she was about to confess, it had to be powerful. Her voice grew scratchy. “I love pink. I want her to make you all pink. Your hair…” She softly stroked it. “Your brows…” She trailed their lines with a finger, then leaned very close and whispered into my ears, almost choking up, “Your lips. ... Permanently. I want you to be my pink pet, I want you to dress only in pink, and every time I look at you, I want to see that you did it for me. That you’re mine! My pink Bunnie!” Her breath flew, and, I realized, mine did too. I turned to the side and nestled my leg between hers, ignoring the pain of the welts rubbing against her skin, and pressed my thigh against the crotch of her panties, finding it moist and slippery and hot. “I want that,” I growled into her ear. “Does she do tattoos too?” Her answer rumbled in my ear. “Yes, she does.” “So she could put a tattoo, in pink, with your name on my pussy lips?” She stilled. Her breath flew. “You’d really…” “Yes!” I bit the soft skin on her neck and felt her shiver. “But that would be… forever.” I trailed a wet line up to her ear with my tongue. “Forever!” She pushed me onto my back. Her eyes glowed with arousal. God, she was so beautiful like this! She looked like an ancient war goddess, wide-eyed, flushed with the lust for the hunt and with an evil little smirk on the corner of her slightly parted lips. Her fingers wrapped around my wrists and pushed my arms down onto the cushion next to my head. She climbed on top of me, lying down on me, the fabric of her clothes rubbing awake the welts that covered my chest, and now she wiggled her leg between mine. She started rocking back and forth, and the stocking-clad thigh ground hard against my swollen, hypersensitive vulva. I groaned. I moaned. And then her mouth descended on mine, ...