Chapter 9 Blake
BLAKE
The tick changes colour. She’s seen the message.
I grip my phone tighter, as though that’ll keep her from dropping out of my life as she did before.
BunnytheKiller
You want a picture of me using the rose thing?
Blake
That’s what I said.
BunnytheKiller
It’s a terrible idea. You’re a stranger.
My heart thuds. That’s not “no”. She hasn’t refused. My cock twitches. Her wit is stunning, and this is deliciously risky.
Taboo, and I’m about to make it more so.
Blake
I’ll pay.
I don’t care what the cost is. There’s a long pause.
Fuck.
I fucked this up. Stupid billionaire response immediately wanting to hurry this towards what I want by offering money.
I could just kidnap her. The thought flashes through my mind. Again. That’s my mafia boss instincts.
See, want, take.
But this girl is far younger than me, and… It’s difficult to explain why I haven’t used the usual tools at my disposal to take her.
Yet.
I want to seduce my bunny.
BunnytheKiller
Dude, no.
You should pay in kind.
My eyebrows shoot up.
Blake
I’m not sending you an unsolicited dick pic, Bunny.
BunnytheKiller
Who said unsolicited?
She wants this. My cock is already at attention, it only needed her sass. The way she isn’t afraid of me. And the image of her light brown hair and big smile from those few photos does the rest of the work.
Blake
Is that an invitation?
BunnytheKiller
Maybe. One for one.
This is probably insane. She is the little sister of one of my employees. Unethical doesn’t even cover it. She’s too young. She’s innocent.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I repeat that in my head, but it doesn’t stop me from replying.
Blake
Video. At the same time.
I hold my breath.
BunnytheKiller
No faces.
My heart jumps and sinks in a bouncing motion. It’s far from what I want, but more than I dreamed I’d get so quickly.
Blake
I’ll take the second-best view if that’s what you’re offering.
BunnytheKiller
Give me a minute.
I’m on my feet and locking my office door in an instant. If a fucking hurricane wanted to interrupt, I’d tell it to fuck off, never mind anything to do with Norwood. She’s my only priority.
My cock is throbbing as I sink into my chair. The windows look out over a private walled garden, and I almost close the blinds, but light. I need good light.
I’m new to this, but even I know flattering light is essential.
It takes me a few minutes to get something I think is acceptable. A clear view of my crotch, still covered by my trousers. Always best to build up some anticipation.
Didn’t have this on my to-do list for today, which just goes to show why schedules should be scrapped for pretty girls.
I press call.
If she’s not ready, all the better. I want to see more. My craving for her is out of control.
I hold my breath as I wait for her to answer.
My first sight of my bunny is her hand, grasping the rose vibrator, and there’s the sound of fabric on fabric as she shifts.
Adrenaline pulses down my limbs, strong as when I’m doing something far more dangerous.
I fear the danger might be to my heart.
“Hello Bunny.” My voice emerges scratchy.
She gasps, then pauses, as though unsure whether to reply. “Hi.”
It’s a relief to hear again, but not enough. I give her a second, then I demand. “My name is Blake. Say it, Bunny.”
“Blake,” she breathes, and it’s like hot, sweet coffee first thing in the morning. Heavenly.
“Good girl.”
She lets out a strangled laugh.
“You like that, huh?”
“Maybe.” On the screen, she turns the red silicone toy nervously in her fingers. Behind, there’s blue cotton that curves around what I guess to be her hip, and beyond are shadows.
“Where are you, Bunny?”
“In my bed,” she says, as if it’s a naughty confession.
“Will you show me?” Tempting as it is to jump right into intimacy, I want her to get comfortable.
“My bed?”
“I’ll show you my office in return?”
“Yes,” she replies, and I don’t think the eagerness is my wishful thinking.
Slowly, I turn my phone, scanning it around the room, taking in the polished wood desk, the view of the garden. The guns mounted on the walls… I realise too late that may not be the civilised vibe I’m after.
I end up with the view returning to my torso. Jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos on my forearms and hands.
“My, what big guns you have,” she says lightly.
I flex my biceps, and the fabric goes tight.
“Alright, show off.” But her voice is soft and amused.
I angle slightly down, so the long ridge of my erection is clearly visible.
“From an expert like yourself, I’ll take that as a compliment,” I reply teasingly.
“I’m really not,” she says under her breath, and my interest is piqued. Does she mean guns, or men? “Are you actually big, or is that just a camera thing?” she adds before I can form a question.
I smirk and rub my palm down the length of my erection. The fabric reduces the sensation, but knowing she’s watching gives sparks of pleasure anyway.
“What answer will make you want to see it for real?” I purr.
She huffs with laughter.
“Show me, Bunny.” I can still only see the toy, her hand, and indistinct fabric.
“This is crazy,” she mutters, but there’s a rustle as she shifts the camera and her clothes.
I get a view of her knickers. Her skirt is raised. They’re innocent, white cotton panties that suit her perfectly. Her little hand is just as delicate. And the tops of her thighs are primly held together.
A smile curls my mouth.
“That’s it.” I’m desperate to see more, but I can be patient. “Now get the toy.”
“I don’t know how to use—”
“I do. Trust me, and you’ll do as I tell you, Bunny.”
She exhales, and it sounds like relief. “Okay.”
She reaches over and the small red silicone toy comes into view. She turns it over in her hands.
“It’s smooth, right?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Run it over your skin, Bunny. Don’t turn it on yet.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“Because the anticipation is half of the enjoyment. I want you to tease me, and yourself.”
“I thought…” She trails off as she glides the toy over her bikini line.
My mouth waters. “That’s good, Bunny. So pretty. Over those innocent little white knickers is good. For now.”
She edges the toy closer to her cotton-covered sex.
“That’s it. How does it feel?”
She presses the toy over her slit. “Naughty.”
I grin. “You are, aren’t you? See how hard you make me.” I rub my hand over my erection again. “Just the thought of your cunt heating for me and how you’re going to scream my name as you come has my cock leaking.”
She gasps.
I chuckle. “Is that too filthy for you, innocent little bunny?”
“I don’t have much experience with this sort of thing,” she admits in an undertone.
“Video sex with a stranger?” I roll my hips in a blatantly horny gesture.
She lets out a small squeak, and another thought slams into my mind. One far hotter than this just being the first time she’s played on camera.
“Or at all?” I suggest softly. “Have you ever seen a man’s cock?”
There’s silence as she contemplates my question. “It’s a solitary profession, you know.”
“Being an assassin?” I can’t keep the smile from my voice. “It’s true. It’s lonely being a mafia boss, too.”
She gives a soft noise of agreement, and for a second I think it’s because of the confession of my job, but then I realise.
“Do you get lonely, too?” I ask.
“Yes,” she admits.
“We can be lonely together, Bunny. Now tell me. Is this your first time?”
The camera shifts as she nods. “It’s not like I’ve never come. Although I have my—friend—next door and I don’t want them to hear. And I’ve tried toys. Not expensive ones like this. But…”
“It’s been solo.” My cock throbs at the idea.
“Yeah,” she says softly.
Excellent. I’m a selfish prick who’s savagely glad that I get to have her entirely for myself. “We’ll make it good for you, Bunny. You’ll like orgasms with me, I promise.”
“Or with your battery-powered friend?” She brushes the toy over the curve of her mons.
“Both.” I casually squeeze the head of my cock through my trousers and let out a hiss of pleasure.
“Does it feel nice when you do that?” she asks curiously. “You…”
“I what, Bunny?”
“It looks swollen, almost like it hurts. And you sounded…” she trails off awkwardly.
“It feels really good, Bunny. Do you enjoy seeing how I want you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. She’s rolling the toy back and forth over where she splits open.
“What do you want next? Tell me.”
“I…”
“Use your words,” I command her.
“Can I see you?” She runs her thumb over the bulbous head of the red silicone, and my cock throbs as though she’s caressing me.
“Of course,” I reassure her soothingly. “Tell me which parts.”
“Your…” She pauses.
I wait. Not hurrying her, just stroking one finger up and down the outline of my shaft. I know she’s going to ask, and I want to hear her say it.
“Your cock,” she breathes.
“Well done.” I reach for my belt. “My good girl who uses her words gets to see exactly how hard I am.”
She’s pressing the toy right to her core through her knickers, squirming as my cock strains against my trousers.
I smirk. “Such a bad girl, wanting to see my cock, hmm?”
The button pops open against my straining erection, and the sound of the zip is harsh and jagged as I drag it down. I palm myself hard through my boxers, then hook my thumb in the waistband and push until I’m bared to her.
“Ohhh.” My cock springs up. “That feels good.”
Her breathing is audible, and she’s squeezing her thighs together.
My cock head is swollen, and moisture beads at the tip.
“See?” I touch my thumb to the pre-come. “I’m desperate for you. I’ve been thinking of nothing but how you’d feel sheathing my cock, and how you’d sound as I fucked you.”
“Really?” she asks, unsure.
I grasp my cock tightly and stroke up and down. “Look. It’s all for you, Bunny.”
She mewls.
“I bet your sweet ribbon of sensitive flesh is all juicy and ready for me. Spread your legs for me.”
She hesitates.
“You don’t have to take your knickers off.” I’ve no intention of scaring my little prey.
Yet.
“Okay.” Achingly slowly, she eases her thighs apart.
I groan. “That wet patch, Bunny.”
She squeaks, and snaps her knees together again.
“No, it’s good,” I murmur. “That’s all the delicious honey you’ve made for me, isn’t it? Let me see how horny my naughty girl is.”
This time she reveals the place between her legs more easily.
“That’s it.” With a light touch, I glide my hand over my erection. I’m hard enough I could shoot off at any moment, and I’ve hardly seen her. “Do you want to use the toy now?”
“Should I?” she asks.
“Yes. Turn it on.”
She fumbles, then finds the button. “It’s not doing anything.”
Her disappointment is adorable.
“It will when you put it over your clit.”
With something like impulsiveness, she places the rose over that line of moisture that has seeped through her knickers, and jumps when it buzzes into life, jerking it away.
I chuckle. “Yes, like that. Good girl. Do it again.”
More hesitantly, she replaces the toy, and her moan as it sucks at her clit through the fabric is everything.
“I would love to do that to you,” I murmur as I watch her shake.
“It would be my mouth sucking at your needy little clit. Or I’d use the toy on you while I fucked you with my tongue.
Or my fingers.” I deliberately stretch out my hand, which has unconsciously tightened over my cock.
“I’m bursting with the need for you. Do you want to come, Bunny? ”
“Yes. Please.” No pause this time.
I like that “please”.
“Good girl. Push your knickers to the side, and let me see your sopping cunt. Then put the toy I sent you onto where it feels good.”
That she instantly obeys flares pleasure behind my balls and at the base of my spine.
I get a glimpse of her slick pink flesh as she drags the gusset aside, then she puts the suction right over her clit.
“Perfect,” I tell her. “Go on.”
“Uhhh!” She makes a wordless noise of surprise as the toy does its work, then lapses into silence.
Her breathing gives her away, though. It’s fast and shallow, hitching as her pussy trembles.
“Does that feel good, Bunny?”
“Mmm!”
“So pretty,” I praise her, drawing the words out. “I bet you’re gorgeous as you come.”
Pleasure tightens at the base of my spine. My balls pull up. I’ve hardly touched myself, but I’m on a hair trigger, anyway.
“Open your legs wider for me. I want to see more of your sweet little cunt,” I demand.
She lets out a soft whimper as she obeys, and while she’s nowhere near as exposed as I am, since she’s still half covered by her knickers, the view of more of the edge of her pussy sends a surge of arousal through me.
My eyes fix on my phone as I stroke myself. I’m entirely focused on her, but longing for more.
“I’d love to see your face, Bunny.” My voice is hoarse. “How you look when you’re overcome by desire.”
I want to be skin to skin, deep inside her, my mouth on hers, and feel her orgasm. Taste it.
But it’s too soon to reveal that to this flighty, timid creature.
She shudders, and I know she’s close.
“Scream my name as you come for me.” My hand has sped up, my fingers tight over the straining head of my cock.
“Blake!”
That tips me over. Pleasure punches into me. I come in hot pulses over my exposed belly and spatter up onto my shirt.
I’m wrecked.
And we haven’t even touched.