Chapter Thirteen

The room didn't spin so much as it wavered. Bunny felt soft. There was no other way to explain it. Every movement was pleasant and she felt entirely at peace.

She realized she was still draped over his lap. Her tears were dried but her face was stained. That was okay. She figured the lunatics doing this to her would harden at the sight of it.

Demetrius pushed her off of him but caught her before she could fall.

"Steady now, Bunny," He said, letting her hold onto one of his forearms. She looked at him and smiled, dazed and filled with an overwhelming sense of peace. Demetrius looked at her with wonderment, as though he had never seen a smile thrown his way before. He seemed as dazed as she was.

"I would hate to break up your little moment, but we have urgent business to attend to," The blonde said, hand clasping his hardened cock. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes glazed as he took in Bunny, naked but for the collar around her elegant neck.

Demetrius hummed thoughtfully, leading Bunny toward the men.

"Shall we, gentlemen?" He said, Bunny still holding his forearm for dear life.

He knelt to the ground, bringing her with him, and the other two men began to undress. "I'm going to watch first, okay? Be a good girl for them. I know it's going to be hard, but you can do this for me." He tucked her hair behind her ear and she leaned into his touch, barely registering his voice.

The blond replaced Demetrius, hand wrapping gently around the back of her neck and positioning his cock at her mouth. She opened it, doing her best to take his entire length, but choking helplessly as he began to thrust his hips.

"That's it, Bunny, just like that," The tobacco-haired man was whispering to her, his free hand moving between her legs to work her swelling clit. Bunny moaned around the thick cock filling her mouth and stretching down into her throat.

Her arms hung listlessly at her sides. She was still floating somewhere far away, entirely comfortable in her numbness. It made him fucking her face that much more bearable. Enjoyable, even.

Suddenly, her mouth was empty, and she turned her head. He was now standing, manhood presented. Instead of being pressed to it, Bunny leaned forward and took it into her mouth, sucking as she bobbed her head.

He leaned his head back and groaned, "Oh my God. Fuck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Demetrius. He was watching intently. The scotch glass he was swirling was half-empty.

"As much as I love fucking that pretty face, I can't wait anymore. I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock. I'm going to make you come so hard that you cry," The man of few words with tobacco-colored hair finally said more than a sentence, and she shuddered.

They were both kneeling now, one in front of her, one behind. The plug inside of her was gently pulled out, replaced quickly by the tip of the blonde's cock. He began gently moving his hips back and forth, swaying them so that he could gain access as he gripped her hips to help keep her in position.

When he filled her, she felt a long, throaty moan falling from her lips. She was so full.

It wasn't enough, though. It wasn't enough. She needed more. In this condition, she had no shame, no guilt, no reservation. She wanted that tobacco-haired man to bury himself up to the hilt in her aching cunt.

Moments later, as though bidden by her thoughts alone, he did exactly that. The man went blissfully slow, gently filling her until she was frozen from the feeling. It was as though a single movement could rip her in two. Both men were panting in her ears, and then she felt hands, she wasn't sure whose, playing with her nipples.

Another set of hands gripped her hips and began rocking them, lifting her up and down so she was being fucked by both men simultaneously.

Nirvana wouldn't do the feeling justice. Bunny was sure her moaning could be heard down the hall. Her throat was practically raw from the mewling and whining she now had no control over. She felt the two men lock lips next to her head, and heard the tell-tale sounds of mouths exploring each other.

Oh, God, holy shit, she thought as she listened to them make out, even her thoughts slurred. She couldn't help but feel another wave of lust settle over her. It was just so goddamn hot.

The tobacco-haired man turned his head and captured her lips in his, while the blonde nibbled on her earlobe. The pair continued to switch between making out with each other, switching to Bunny, while exploring all three bodies with their hands.

Demetrius had stood up, setting his now empty glass down, and stumbled over to her. His cock had fallen to half-mast but was quickly swelling again with her hot breath clouding around it as she puffed with the effort of taking both cocks at once.

"Suck." His command rang out among the groans and grunts of the other two men, and she complied immediately, attracted to the idea of yet more stimulation.

He tasted slightly salty, precum having beaded at the peak of his manhood.

She rocked her head back and forth, working hard to take him further and further until he was practically down her throat.

Bunny was spiraling rapidly, vibrating with the pleasure that was now explosive in her belly. She pulled her mouth from his cock and looked up at him, spit forming a string between the tip and her lips.

"Can I come?" She wailed, overcome with the potent rapture that was breaking through the drug-induced haze.

Demetrius stared down at her, eyes shining with a lust she had not seen in them before, "Yes," he grabbed her chin and continued, "But don't you dare look away from me while you do."

Bunny was sent flying over the edge into a brilliant nothingness. The room dissolved around her and she could only see Demetrius; his parted lips, his lupine eyes. His ravenous expression deepened as he visually devoured her while she came. She locked onto his gaze even as everything else was lost to sight, mouth open and eyes widening to saucers.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. She was so full, and two sets of hands were caressing and pinching and gently circling in all the right places. In this pleasure that stole nearly all her senses, Bunny could hardly hear the men around her all finding their climax in unison.

She realized she was suddenly sobbing, almost hysterically, as the other two pulled out of her. Demetrius quickly drew her to his chest, rocking her back and forth. Bunny balled herself up in his lap. He peppered gentle kisses across her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

"Bunny, love, you're okay," He whispered as he tightened his hold, hushing and soothing her as she continued to cry uncontrollably.

Snot bubbled from her nose and Demetrius grabbed a shirt from next to him, wiping away the nastiness as it dripped.

"Hey, what the fuck? That's my shirt!" One of the men exclaimed.

"Find a different one. Get out," Demetrius hissed, and Bunny briefly questioned his tone. He seemed in a bad mood for somebody who had likely just finished fulfilling one of his darkest fantasies.

She couldn't make herself care, though. She only wanted to curl closer to him, holding onto his arm with a tightly gripped hand, desperate for contact.

"Oh, my Bunny," He whispered, nuzzling her face, "My darling girl. Let's clean you up."

He had carried her bridal style to the bathroom once again. It was becoming a habit she was sure would become set in stone as the days passed, and those days would turn into weeks. But would they turn to months? Years? How long was he planning on keeping her? And what was his plan if he grew tired of using her as his fuck toy?

Bunny banished the train of thought. So far, he seemed rather fond of her, and she was beginning to feel the stirrings of attachment somewhere deep inside of herself.

Demetrius laid her down on the floor and began readying a bath. He had dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and a black shirt that clung to his muscular body. In her altered state, Bunny could only think of what a mouthwatering man he was.

The cool tiles felt refreshing against her hot skin. She could feel the ache between her legs building as she shifted to expose more skin to the floor. Her thighs were sticky with the come of the men who had used her freely just moments before. It leaked steadily from both holes.

Demetrius was back, lifting her and lowering her into the steaming water. As she lay soaking, he placed a bath bomb in the water.

"Mmmmm," Bunny was still feeling the effects of the Xanax, the bath adding a new layer of weightlessness to her already floating body. It felt incredible. This was possibly the happiest moment of her life. Although, that was likely the Xanax speaking.

Demetrius sighed, pushing her hair back, and gently cleaning her face with a washcloth. It was wonderfully soft and she relished in the feeling of being taken care of. She felt like a small child again, but instead of bruises and screaming, she was enjoying the tender care that she should have been afforded to her all along.

Demetrius continued wiping her body down, paying extra attention between her legs to wash away the thick liquid coating her.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" She whispered, looking at him from under her thick lashes, eyelids drooping with fatigue.

"Because you deserve it, my love," He whispered back, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb along the apple of her cheek. His words made her eyes brim with tears again, and she let loose a choking sob, suddenly overcome with grief; for her childhood, for her current situation, for all the brokenness inside of her that she refused to face.

Demetrius drained the tub while she wept loudly into the side of it. He turned on the shower and quickly stood her up, the water soaking him as he worked to wash the suds from her body. Once satisfied that she was clean, he turned off the spray, then wrapped her in a steaming, fluffy towel pulled from the warmer next to the shower.

She collapsed into his arms, burying her face in his chest. "It's not fair, Demetrius. It was never fair," She screamed, emotional release in full swing.

"I know, Bunny. I know," His voice was choked, weighed down with the sorrow he held in his heart for her.

Something snapped inside of Bunny like a rubberband. Everything came rushing back to her. She had slipped so far into character, she had almost forgotten what was really happening.

Too immersed in the play to stay in touch with reality, Bunny had cracked open, pieces of her spilling out, leaving her exposed.

But it was okay. She was safe. This was her Demetrius, the man who would let no harm come to her outside of what she specifically asked for. She had begged him for this roleplay scenario specifically, laying out her desires methodically. He had finally agreed to it after a waiting period to make sure it was really how she felt.

He picked her back up and took her into the bedroom, setting her down on her feet so he could use the towel to dry her body off. Bunny stood there and let him care for her, still unsure whether her legs could hold out much longer. They didn't have to, however, because he finished quickly and laid her down in the bed, pulling back the sheets to expose the jersey knit set.

Her favorite.

"You're all wet," She murmured, running a hand down his shirt. He hummed in response, quickly shedding his shirt and pants and climbing into bed with her.

"Come here, Bunny," He said, pulling her close. She snuggled into his side, putting her head in that cozy spot between his shoulder and neck that she knew so well. She began to cry again. This time it was soft, and he rubbed her back while she let the rest of her emotions flow readily from her cloudy mind

It was easier to feel, be loved, and allow somebody to provide the comfort she craved when she was forced into opening herself. So far in life, she had found no other method that worked quite so well as the domination Demetrius exerted.

She finally quieted, sniffling softly.

"End scene?" He murmured, kissing her forehead.

"Yes, I think so. I think that's all I wanted out of this," She responded quietly, absolutely spent after the days they had played pretend with each other.

"You scared me, y'know that? You got into the role so well, I couldn't tell at some points whether you had lost touch with reality…" Demetrius trailed off, squeezing her until she squeaked.

"I think I might have gotten a little too lost in myself, yeah," She agreed.

After a few moments of silence, Demetrius asked, "Was it everything you wanted?"

"Everything and so much more."

He seemed satisfied with this answer. They lay there, husband and wife, until they fell asleep nestled into each other.

The next morning, everything was as it was when they weren't playing out a carefully plotted scene. Demetrius woke her with light kisses all over her face as she groaned and weakly pushed him away.

"Good morning, good morning," This sing-song greeting was a daily ritual for them. Bunny, finally switching from stirring to rising, sat up. Her hair was a mess and she felt like her body was falling apart. But that didn't matter. She had never felt lighter in her life.

"Breakfast?" He said, grinning, finally free to ease back into their everyday dynamic. She murmured her agreement and they began dressing for the day.

She had concocted this scenario while researching for school in the furthest reaches of a stuffy, dusty library. Bunny had been hopelessly distracted, trying to figure out how to face the past, how to cope with the trauma, and process the grief she still harbored. And then it hit her.

BDSM had become a way to release the horror inside, to lose control but this time by her own volition. At its core, trauma was a loss of control. It was bad enough to feel that hopelessness as an adult. As a child, truly helpless, she could do nothing to change her circumstances.

But now, she was in the driver's seat.

Demetrius had been the one to introduce her to the scene. It was a way for him to break her down and force her into a position where she could accept his tenderness and love.

He had taught her to take control, and then he had taught her how to let that control go. She couldn't count how many times he had broken her mentally, physically, and spiritually, only to hold her while she fell apart in his arms.

Demetrius was hard and soft and brutish and tender all at the same time. His often dichotomous nature always kept her guessing in the best way possible. She loved him for what he did to her. This time she needed something more.

Once dressed, they made their way arm-in-arm to the kitchen, where Michael stood eating a bagel.

"Oh, is it over?" He said, mouth full of bread and cream cheese.

"Yeah, we're done," Bunny responded.

"Okay, cool. Anyways, you guys are really fucking weird. Can I leave now?"

"I would prefer it if you did," Demetrius said, still unsure about including his assistant. The man was sleazy enough to do anything for money but was also trustworthy where Demetrius was concerned. They had been best friends since childhood. While Michael was a bit of a fuck-up, he always had Demetrius' back.

"So… I don't get a turn, right?" Michael said hopefully, looking between them.

"Michael, take your money and get the fuck out. For fuck's sake," Bunny groaned. She and Michael had a bit of a history. She had never been his biggest fan, but begrudgingly had learned to love him.

The man threw his hands up, flinging a bit of cream cheese as he did. "Aw, shit," He said, before turning and walking out of the room, thinking better of staying longer to clean it up.

Bunny turned to Demetrius before speaking. "Thank you," She said, entirely caught in his gaze. His gorgeous eyes were like black holes, and she often fell into their event horizon, spinning helplessly into the peaceful nothingness they offered.

"Anything for you, my love. Anything. You know that. Since the day we met, anything," He paused, "But honestly that coffee thing was really fucked up. And trying to break my nose. Oh, and the thing about your parents."

"I was in character," Bunny pouted, sticking out her lower lip and crossing her arms.

"Oh, I know it, honey Bunny," He said the last two words almost as one. It was his favorite nickname for her.

"Well, I know how I can make it up to you," Her eyes were suddenly sultry, and she peeked at him through a half-lidded gaze.

"You're insatiable," Demetrius murmured, corners of his lips lifting.

Without another word, he scooped her up, and carried her back to the bedroom, breakfast forgotten.