BDSM | Kinky Bunny: Erotica for 18+

Anger engulfed me as I pulled up to the building that was going to enslave me for the next eight hours. I shouldn’t be here. It is my day off, but because my boss can not hire competent workers I am constantly having to cover shifts.

Half way through my shift it began storming so badly it distracted me from the conversation I was having on my phone. I instead glued myself to the window to watch the trees being assaulted by the wind and rain.

In the corner of my eye I caught a car driving down the road. I watched as it pulled into the parking lot. I was irked about the guy coming in but showed professionalism the best I could.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”

“Bathroom?” he asked.

“Down that row of tables and to the right”

Don’t know if it was the stubble or his tattoos, but he screamed bad boy. I continued to stare at him until he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

The lights started flickering as I patiently waited for the guy to come out. I realized he was in there for a rather long time. Making my way down towards the bathroom I tried to listen to see if I could hear anything.

As I stood directly outside the door I could hear moaning coming from the other side. This guy was jerking off! I couldn’t believe it. Not knowing what to do I took advantage of the lights flickering and asked if he still had lights.

There was a brief silence before I heard “Ya… i’m good.”

Moments later he emerged from the bathroom and I was waiting for him.

“This is a public place. What is wrong with you?”

Stopping dead in his tracks with eyes wide open “Excuse me?”

“I know what you were doing in there and that is disgusting”

“Oh yeah, what exactly was I doing in there?” he asked with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

I folded my arms trying to assert some kind of power “Pleasuring yourself. You could have done that in your car and not come into a place of business.”

“How do you know exactly what I was doing in there?” he asked, walking towards the table I was sitting on.

My cheeks started burning. All the dominance I tried to achieve a few seconds ago left as he walked closer. I didn’t want to tell him that I was spying.

“I asked you a question. Answer me.”

The tone in his voice changed. It was firm and demanding. If a customer spoke to me like that I’d jump down their throat, but this aroused me.

“I heard you…Moaning”

Putting his face right in front of mine and in a breathy voice “Did that turn you on?”

“Maybe.” I started to melt.

“I can’t play with maybe.”

Swallowing hard “Play?”

He grabbed my legs and dragged me towards his stiff bulge. “Yeah, play.” he answered

Grabbing my chin and turning my head he began biting and kissing my neck.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I should have been outraged. But, all I could think about was how good it felt and how turned on I was. I didn’t know what to say so I just grabbed one of the loops on his pants and pulled him closer so I could better feel his excitement.

He released a growl and forcefully kissed me. His tongue deliciously roaming against mine and without thinking I returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm.

Holding me by the throat he stared into my eyes with this thirst that I could only satisfy. Without saying a word he stripped me of my clothes, laid me back on the table and put his well experienced tongue to work.

He traced his tongue all around my breasts but never gave me the satisfaction of giving my nipples attention. Reaching my pussy he tormented it in the same fashion. Circling around the lips but never touching my swollen nub.

I wanted release.

“Please…” I begged. I tried to push my hips into his mouth so he would catch my clit but he forcefully held my legs in place.

I tried pleading again. “Please…”

He completely pulled away and I gasped from withdrawal.

He rubbed his bulge, which was still concealed in his pants hard against my aching pussy. It felt good that my clit was finally getting a little attention. As soon as I was getting into it, there was another quick withdrawal.

Reaching to the floor to retrieve my clothes he asserted, “Let’s remember who is in charge here. Your phone call earlier shouting demands will not be tolerated. I don’t take orders, I make them. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir” replying obediently.