Chapter Seven

As stereotypical as it was, Bunny had always felt at home in a barn. Little girls were known for their equine obsessions; most women could recall having at least a phase where they begged their parents for a pony before it petered out as they grew.

For Bunny, that phase grew into a passion. The liberty she felt while astride a horse thrilled her in a way that was all too addictive. There was something magical about the animals. Their ability to understand human emotion and respond to their riders was incredible. She had been working with and riding horses since she was a young child, growing up as a barn rat that her trainers couldn't get rid of. It taught her discipline, responsibility, and dedication.

These were lessons Bunny took with her through life and had helped her achieve the things she didn't think were possible.

Besides her freedom, she missed her horse. Her entire life she had dreamed of the day she could own instead of leasing lesson horses. It was another goal she considered a pipe dream.However, the year before she had buckled down and saved money until she could afford to import a Danish Warmblood. He was her pride and joy.

Contrary to popular belief, importing was often cheaper to obtain higher-quality horses. The abundance of prestigious lines and native breeds in Europe provided a better selection for young equestrians looking to move up the levels.

Bunny was one such equestrian.

So, when Demetrius came to her with breeches, tall boots, and a polo, she felt an overwhelming rush of emotion. First of all, she no longer had to be naked. Second of all, what game was he playing now? And how did he know about her affinity for horses?

She imagined he had been watching her for some time before taking her, it wouldn't make sense for this specific man to kidnap a random woman. No, he was more careful than that, more selective. She couldn't imagine he did much of anything without a plan of action and copious research to back himself up.

Regardless, she was going to ride, and nobody could take that joy from her.

"You're really gonna love this, Bar- Bunny, sorry," Michael threw up his hands at the venomous glance she gave him. "Y'know, you sure do have a lot of demands for somebody in no position to be making them." He grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets while his shoulders tilted and hunched against the brisk morning air.

Bunny wasn't sure as to the exact time, but she could tell it was early morning. Frost still tipped the tall, wild grass framing the walkway the pair strode down. There was a shimmering sheen of mist still clinging to everything in sight.

It happened to be her favorite time of day.

She had countless fond memories of waking up while the sun was still asleep, getting ready for the day, and then driving to the barn while the sky faded from charcoal to dusty purple and soft pink. It was a peaceful time when she kept company only with her thoughts and the beautiful animals she worked with. She was the only one there to break the silence.

But the silence was the reason she loved it, so she left it in tact. Bunny reveled in the peace it provided. So, frankly, she wished Michael would shut the fuck up and stop filling the tense space between them with words.

"We're taking his favorite car today. Apparently, Demetrius wants you to have the best of the best, isn't that nice? Thoughtful of the guy. He certainly doesn't think of me and what I want, so you should feel special-" His voice stopped short as her movement did.

Bunny turned her head to look him in the eyes and said, "Michael? Do me a favor and shut the fuck up, okay?" Before starting forward again.

"Jesus… alright.." The man grumbled. Even so, he acquiesced to her demand.

They turned a corner in the path and a few feet ahead was a small parking lot, Demetrius standing beside a sleek, black car.

Her cheeks burned, the flush burning and uncomfortable. All she could think about was the way he had pulled her effortlessly over his knee… how he had used and abused her just the night before. Desire raged against embarrassment in her mind while she became unbearably hot.

Demetrius was wearing a riding habit of his own; tall boots, well-fitted breeches, and a shirt that clung to his musculature. He looked like a brooding model. But she wasn't attracted to him. She could not be attracted to him. Not when he held her like this.

"Hello, my Bunny." Demetrius purred, a predatory smile complimenting the hungry flash that swept across his face, She noticed then that he was holding a ball gag.

Oh fuck off, Bunny thought, heart beginning to race. She had considered briefly that this could be a chance to escape. Her chances of using this opportunity were dwindling.

"Come." He commanded, pointing to the ground at his feet. Bunny began walking before his voice boomed through the space between them again. "Crawl."

Another spark of fury threatened to light an inferno in her chest. He couldn't be serious.

But he was.

She sank to her knees, wincing as the pebbles once beneath her feet now bit into the skin of her knees through the thin pants. Her palms smarted on the rough surface. Red-faced, Bunny crawled the distance between them, the sparks of pain in her knees and hands worsening the longer she dragged on. And, of course, she would drag it out as long as possible. Why would she rush to be in the presence of the vile, little worm of a man?

Bunny took a shaky breath and turned her eyes to the ground. A nervousness had begun to bubble in her stomach. He used his thumb to drag her bottom lip down slowly before murmuring, "Open."

When she looked up, she noticed the ball gag in his hands. Thinking better of using the moment to be nasty, Bunny held in her words but opened her mouth. Her jaw trembled with a mix of fear and anger. The ball gag was slipped gently into her mouth and secured. Demetrius then stood up and walked to the trunk, opening it, and gesturing for her to get in.

Bunny's eyes widened to saucers, and then shut to slits. She made a muffled noise of disbelief. She wasn't sure of a lot, but she was sure of one thing: she wasn't going anywhere near a fucking trunk.

Demetrius sighed, giving her a weary look. "I don't want to fight you today, Bunny. Just do as you're told. I'll count to ten and you'd better be in that trunk before I'm done." As he counted, he began undoing his belt.

An animalistic sound ripped from her throat, and Bunny decided now was her chance to break free. She moved forward as though she were complying, but then whipped in the other direction and took off full tilt. Bunny ripped the ball gag She heard a yelp and an exclamation, and she hoped it had hit Demetrius.

Hearty laughter then sounded behind her, fading as she put distance between herself and the psycho holding her captive. In the next moment, she could hear the steady beat of his running feet as he gave chase.

The road made things easier, but the clothing she wore did not. Riding boots were not made for running and this pair wasn't well broken in, the leather unyielding around her ankles. She wobbled horribly as she attempted to pick up speed.

Unfortunately for her, Demetrius had a pair that was obviously well broken in and much more suited for the chase. Her heart sank as she heard him closing the distance between them. She spared a look over her shoulder and her eyes widened at how close he had managed to get in that time.

So, she let him get a little closer before stopping short and throwing her shoulder into his chest. The impact threw her on her ass since his large form was still flying forward at full speed.

Apparently, it hurt him too, since Demetrius let loose a sharp cry as he bounced backward, landing on his ass, as well. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then his eyes narrowed and she gulped.

Well, time to get the fuck out of here, She thought to herself, turning to take off.Unfortunately, Demetrius quickly recovered and flew at her with rage rivaling the coffee incident.

Within seconds, she was flat on her stomach with his heaving chest pressing firmly into her back. She slapped a hand on the loose gravel road, struggling to gain purchase but only succeeding in rasping her already painful palms against the sharp gravel as he grabbed her arms and dragged them behind her back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Her voice was high-pitched, a panicked shrill as she realized her escape attempt had failed. What frightened her wasn't his barrel chest crushing her or how every muscle in his body seemed tense.

What frightened her was that outside of his heavy breathing, Demetrius was silent.

Bunny froze in place, eyes burning as they filled with frustrated tears. She had always been quick on her feet and had the collegiate medals to prove it. Half of her scholarships were from her high school career in track and field. It wasn't even him that beat her; her footwear had bested her this time. She was certain she would be faster than him if conditions were more favorable.

Unfortunately, there was nothing favorable about her current circumstances.

Demetrius finally broke his silence.

"Keep. Your hands. Behind. Your back." It was a deathly whisper laced with venom that dissolved any resolve she had left to escape. She didn't dare to disobey him for fear of his reaction.

Once satisfied that she would comply, Demetrius propped himself on one elbow. Bunny began taking desperate breaths as the pressure on her body lessened. She hadn't realized just how dizzy she was from the lack of oxygen.

A hand wrapped tight around her mouth, and her eyes went wide. It was the same hand connected to the elbow Demetrius supported himself on. With the other, she could feel his belt buckle dig into her back as he undid his pants.

Her desperate breaths turned panicked and something between a shriek and a whimper escaped the almost airtight hold he had on her..

Demetrius pulled his belt loose and promptly sat up so that he was kneeling over her with a knee on either side of her torso. Without another word, the belt was looped around her neck, and he was pulling.

Bunny's hands instinctively flew to her neck. With clawing fingers, she attempted to loosen the tight hold on her windpipe.

She barely noticed him pulling her pants down as she attempted to keep the black spots in her vision at bay. Strings of spit escaped her gaping mouth while her eyes bulged. He was suffocating her.

"You did this to yourself, Bunny. Calm down," Demetrius said over her choking.

From there, he pulled down the zippers on her boots and yanked both off her feet, followed by her breeches. Even while removing her clothing from their current position was awkward, he managed it.

Demetrius swung his leg back over to her other side. Finally, there was blessed relief as he allowed the belt to slacken slightly. Bunny planted her bright red face on the ground, head spinning.

"That's my perfect girl," Demetrius had put his lips next to her head, and she could feel them brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke, "You're so pretty when you're struggling to breathe, you know that? Maybe next time I'll let you choke on my cock instead of my belt."

Bunny stiffened as she realized he was planning on burying himself inside of her long before her body was ready. She wasn't exactly dripping with desire.

But apparently, Demetrius had planned for this. He stood and pulled her with him using the belt. "Stand still, Bunny," he said before kneeling, putting his hand between her legs to grab the belt that dangled down her back again and pull her head back with it. Then, he placed his mouth at her core.

She yelped at the juxtaposition of his hot breath mixing with the cool morning air. She yelped again as he thrusted his tongue into her slit, running it slowly up to her clit which he began sucking on gently. Bunny lost balance, hands threading into his hair to help hold herself up.

Between his tongue exploring her most sensitive parts and the belt pulling her backward, she was more than unsteady. The hold she had on him only served to grind her sensitive cunt into his face, however.

Warmth collected in her belly as pain, fear, adrenaline, and pleasure mingled. Becoming dizzier and dizzier, Bunny hoped giving into her carnality was ultimately his desired outcome. With a last burst of energy, she began rocking her hips into his face, choked moans gargling up.

Sweet release came in that instant as Demetrius allowed the belt to loosen. It wasn't much slack, but enough so she could think straight again.

Bunny whimpered as her legs began to shake, and Demetrius rewarded her by bringing in his other hand to assist his tongue. She could feel her slick pussy easily accept two of his fingers, which curled deliciously inside of her.

Sensing her instability, Demetrius let go of the belt and wrapped his now free hand around her waist to help keep her standing. He then continued to work her, swirling his tongue around her sensitive bud while keeping his fingers busy twisting and curling and thrusting.

She practically howled with frustrated pleasure, furious that her body was once more betraying her arousal. This was all wrong. It was so wrong. Demetrius paused his ministrations for a moment to speak.

"See? I told you next time I was on my knees it would be to make you scream for me," Even as his belt released its tyrant hold on her neck, Demetrius' charcoal-dark whisper wrapped around her throat like a noose.

He then grabbed her waist and took her to the ground none too gently. In an instant, he was on top of her, his legs parting hers.

"Now you should be ready to take it, naughty girl," Demetrius growled, before sliding himself into her up to the hilt.

She moaned and bucked into his hips, matching his rhythm so he slammed deep inside of her with every thrust. As the heat built in her belly and her pussy began to ache with need, she cried out, "Can- can I come? Please, I need to come, Demetrius"

She felt him pause before he started pounding into her harder than before. "Say it again. Fucking say my name again," He roared.

"Demetrius," She wailed into the frosted air, and he granted her permission. As soon as he did, Bunny was in free fall, her entire body wracking as her climax slammed through her.

When he finished, Demetrius gently dressed her, wiped away her tears, and held Bunny tightly in his arms.

"This could be so good for you if you just learned how to let go," He whispered into her soft hair, leaving behind a gentle kiss. She shook and whimpered in response, but clung to him all the same.

When they stood, he helped her, holding Bunny close to his chest while she found her strength again. Even while she accepted his help, Bunny felt the stirrings of shame deep inside her. Or was it pleasure? She was beginning to have a hard time telling the two apart.

The pair walked back to the car side-by-side. Bunny felt spent and leaned on Demetrius to keep from falling back over. Her weary eyes quickly found Michael as they turned the corner into the parking lot.

He was casually looking at absolutely nothing, hands in his pockets, slightly flushed. Coward. He's an absolute fucking coward, She thought.

Once they were at the trunk, Demetrius picked her up to place her inside, pausing to cradle her to his chest. Finally, he fastened the ball gag around her head once more.

The trunk slammed and all was dark.

The facility was breathtaking. Bunny stared in awe at the gorgeous arches that marked the entrance to the main barn, clearly crafted with expert care on a limitless budget. If it weren't for the gag, her mouth would have dropped.

Michael stayed behind with the car. Her nose had wrinkled as he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, filling the space around them with an acrid scent as he blew the smoke out. Bunny had never been a fan of the smell. It reminded her too much of her childhood home.

She was slightly sore from being jostled in the trunk after the chase down the road, but that was all quickly forgotten as they began walking down the aisle. Each stall had a magnificent animal standing inside of it, all warmbloods. This was the facility of her dreams... But she suspected her captor was about to turn ir into a nightmare.

As though on cue, Demetrius opened a door and grinned viciously at her. "Come along, Bunny." He purred, eyes glinting.