Chapter Eleven

Bunny spent the rest of the afternoon into evening curled in the safety of her blanket. Her entire body was sore. She was devoid of strength mentally, physically, and emotionally.

What did he mean in the forest? That he would protect her? Keep her safe?

There was no guarantee of safety in this life. That much she had learned early and often. Anybody attempting to sell you steadfast security was peddling a pipe dream for the feckless.

No, Bunny knew all too well the crushing reality that terrible things happened… and they did so consistently. She wouldn't be lulled by a false sense of protection offered by a man she hated. Even if he could offer her the safety he promised, it came at a terrible price she was unwilling to pay. She would be forced out into the open, left completely vulnerable.

Bunny had a feeling, however, that he was the type who could manage to squeeze blood from a stone. She could resist him with everything she had. In the end, it wouldn't make a difference to her situation.

The tenderness in her feet had worsened as bruises bloomed and they began to itch and burn from the abrasions she had amassed.

Of course, she could rummage through the bathroom and perhaps find first aid supplies, but she couldn't bring herself to move. It wasn't the usual state of depression or despair keeping her cemented to the floor.

Bunny was just so bone tired.

Curling into a tighter ball, she squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered as her body ached in protest. Even with the pain, all she could think about was his strong arms wrapped around her as she cried helplessly into his chest.

The memory burned.

Continued nudity was one thing, as was the degrading sex. To Bunny, emotional nakedness was so much worse. There was a difference between the body and soul. One you simply inhabited, and the other was your entirety.

A knock sounded in the silence, and she sucked in a startled breath. Demetrius walked in, closing the door softly behind him, and turned to look at her. It was a good few seconds before he began to speak.

"I came to tend to you, little Bunny."

She retreated further into her nest. The last thing she wanted was for this deranged man to put his hands on her again, especially if it ended similarly to how it had before. Even with her obvious discomfort, he strode forward until he was at the edge of her sleeping pad.

"Come to me, Bunny," Demetrius said softly, kneeling and holding his hands out. Bunny knew better than to refuse him.

She let the blanket fall around her and crawled over, refusing to make eye contact.

"There's my good girl," He purred, pulling her into his chest and kissing the crown of her head. Bunny stiffened. Although she was loathe to admit it, there was a certain security in being held by a large, strong man who smelled intoxicatingly good. Even if he was also actively tormenting you for fun.

Demetrius said nothing. Instead, he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek with a touch gentler than he should have been capable of. He lifted her, carrying her bridal style toward the bathroom. Bunny sighed and let her head fall over, resting against him. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, and he was so warm and smelled so good.

Once inside, he laid her in the tub and turned on the faucet, sitting on the edge and feeling the water as it poured out. Once satisfied with the temperature, he poured in Epsom salts and bubble bath.

He did not move to disrobe.

Bunny would have commented but the words wouldn't seem to form. Her head was swimming. She ran her fingers through the water, feeling it whirl around her open fingers. Her eyes fluttered, and she decided to close them in favor of focusing on her moving hands.

Demetrius returned with a washcloth and rolled-up sleeves. She only opened an eye to look at him briefly. He reached over to gently hold her face, turning her head toward him. "I'm going to make you feel better, baby. I know today was a lot for you. You did so good for me, though. You deserve to be taken care of."

Bunny let her head lay limp in his hand, releasing a soft noise of acknowledgment.

He poured a generous amount of soap into the washcloth and began gently wiping down her arms and chest, softly circling her nipples until Bunny moaned. His touch was delicate and petal soft. This was nothing like the steel-hard presence he had previously. No, she was getting a look at a different side of the man, one she wasn't sure she wanted to see.

If her captor was kind, it would make it that much harder for her to hate him entirely. The last thing Bunny wanted was to develop some fucked up trauma bond to this man.

"Stand up, Bunny."

She whimpered, "I don't think I can."

Demetrius chuckled as though pleased with the results of his earlier handiwork.

"That's okay. Hold onto me, then, baby." He held out an arm for her to stabilize herself.

Bunny put both of her arms over his and leaned heavily on him. She felt precarious, hanging from him with little energy to right herself if her grip became slack. Demetrius slowly stood, putting his other hand on the small of her back.

"Let's get you showered, sweet Bunny," he whispered tenderly. It was true that she needed to stand under the spray; she could feel sheets of suds slipping down her body as she stood on wobbling legs.

Demetrius ensured Bunny was stable on her feet and then let go of her. Beginning to undress, he raked his eyes slowly over her body. She shuddered despite the heady steam swirling around. She didn't think she could take him.

Even if Bunny hated the man to his rotten core, she couldn't help but admire his physique. Demetrius rippled with muscle through every movement. And, as her own eyes drifted south, he had a cock to be admired. It was girthy and easily over eight inches, with a slight curve towards himself when it was fully hard.

It struck Bunny as fitting that even his dick seemed to bend to his will.

Demetrius stepped over the tub lip. He didn't slosh a single drop of water as he moved toward the drain, flipping the switch. Turning back toward Bunny, he again collected her in his arms and held her close. She was too spent to fight and leaned into him wearily.

They stood there in a tight embrace as the water level slowly lowered.

Demetrius turned the showerhead on, blasting them with water cold enough to shock her system.

"What the FUCK?" She shrieked, suddenly finding the strength to jump out of the way of the spray.

"Come on, Bunny, it's good for you," Demetrius crowed, grabbing her into a bear hug. She kicked viciously, leaning her head down to bite down on his arm. He didn't seem to mind at all, howling in laughter from the horrified noises and hateful curses leaving her mouth.

The water slowly warmed and Bunny stopped fighting, panting with the effort of trying to get away. She could taste copper and she knew she had broken skin when she bit him.

It served him right.

"What the fuck is your pro-" Her snarl was cut short by his lips on hers. Demetrius charged forward, pressing her hard into the wall. They were still well within range of the now thankfully warm water, filling the already balmy air with thick rivulets of steam.

She gasped in shock, mouth opening to his, and Demetrius took full advantage. His tongue gently explored her mouth while his hands gripped her hips. Bunny whimpered, eyes rolling as he ground his hard cock into her center, solidifying his intent.

He wanted her again.

Bunny knew that fighting him would only end in tragedy for her. So, she gave in, kissing him back fiercely and lifting a knee to hook his hip. She pulled him closer and his hand came down to cup the underside of her knee, encouraging her leg to hitch up higher.

Her arms were now wrapped around his neck as they moved their mouths in a rhythm normally formed by longtime partners.

Demetrius broke the kiss, leaning his head forward so he could whisper into her ear, "Well, that certainly woke you from your little pity party, didn't it?"

"You're an ass," She hissed, tensing in fury as she remembered the stunt he had pulled not even a few minutes ago.

"You are what you eat," He chuckled, provoking an indignant cry from her, but his lips covered hers before she could offer any rebuttal.

Pressing her back into the wall, Demetrius bent slightly and lifted her by the backs of her knees so her pussy was bared to him, while her back was stabilized on the shower wall.

"Demetrius, I'm going to fall," She said, voice wavering as she wrapped her arms around his neck for security.

"Only if I decide to drop you, so think twice about being naughty."

He had her effectively pinned and even though she wriggled hard, she couldn't get away from the incredible crush of his hips.

And then, to her horror, he released a leg to slip his hand between them. As he found her clit, she wrapped that leg around his waist in a desperate bid to find security. The fall would hurt, and he'd likely have a punishment planned.

Demetrius used two fingers to lightly pinch and squeeze her clit and then began circling it with his thumb. He switched between these two movements as his mouth explored the expanse of her neck. She could feel teeth and tongue and lips, and a fire was building deep in her belly while his hand played the perfect rhythm to bring her to climax.

"Are- are you going to fuck me?" She managed to say, wondering when her throbbing pussy would once more be filled. In this state, she didn't think; she knew it would hurt.

"No, Bunny. This isn't about me. This is only about you, baby. You might not believe me but I live only to worship you."

In an instant, Bunny felt herself in free fall. She cried out. Her eyes were wide but unseeing as her world exploded into a kaleidoscope of color and brightness. This was the pinnacle of pleasure. It was like a never-ending orgasm, back-to-back waves making the muscles in her pussy clench powerfully.

He paused, panting in her ear to say, "What a naughty girl, Bunny. I don't think you asked permission before you came, did you?"

The rest of the shower went smoothly. He insisted on washing her body, telling her he needed to take responsibility for his pretty, little pet. Bunny retorted that people who fucked their pets belonged in prison, earning a hard smack on her ass. He had also put her collar back on once she was dry enough, telling her, "We wouldn't want you to forget who you belong to."

Bunny was too tired at that point to even say anything. Perhaps this was it; he was breaking her down, bit by bit. She knew his ultimate goal was to dampen her spirit and bring her to heel. To her disgust, it might be working.

The bed beneath her felt blissfully soft.Demetrius had laid her down gently on it before walking to the bathroom and back. He held a couple of bottles and a box of bandages.

Once he had made his way back over, he put everything on the bedside table. Bunny eyed everything suspiciously. She didn't trust him.

He started with her feet. She hadn't noticed the tiny squeezable bottle of antibacterial ointment, but she was grateful for it as soon as he sat down and began applying it to the scrapes. Demetrius' touch was light but thoroughly ensured every scratch was satisfactorily tended.

Next, he picked up a bottle of massage oil. Bunny perked up at that and then deflated. Is he going to make me give him a fucking massage? The thought was bitter and suspicious, but she couldn't be blamed for being wary of his often dubious intentions.

Instead of asking her to rub him down, he poured a cold trail down her spine, and she squirmed in response. He smiled.

Demetrius obviously knew what he was doing, and Bunny quickly found herself moaning into the bed as he worked her tight muscles. He was gentle in deference to her already aching body. This went on for what seemed far too long but was also far too short a time. He covered her entire body, leaving no inch untouched by his kneading hands. Once he was done, he kissed her temple and whispered, "Rest now, Bunny. We'll play again later tonight for dinner."