Chapter Eight

The tack room was as stunning as the rest of the facility. Expensive saddles were neatly lined on one wall, the opposing side made up of gleaming wooden lockers. The marble and steel kitchenette to the right was gorgeous. There was no doubt they'd also have a lounge… or two, or three. She'd love to see those rooms.

Bunny snapped out of her starstruck daze when Demetrius cleared his throat, standing in front of a door at the far end of the room. He lifted his hand and used his pointer finger to beckon her forward.

Bunny obliged immediately, even as her stomach began turning. For once, he didn't make her crawl. For this, she was thankful.

They walked into the bathroom and she immediately felt her heart drop deep in her belly. It was a large room with a washer and dryer. But her attention was on the blanket spread on the floor. And then to the toys laid on it.

Did he bring her here just to lift her so he could watch her crash back down into despair?

"Don't look so glum, little Bun'. You're absolutely going to ride today, and probably higher quality horseflesh than you've ever sat on." His voice was quiet but still deafening in the space between them.

When he reached out for her, she flinched, breathing hard through her nose. While she was sure he noticed, Demetrius didn't react to it. Instead, he undid the gag and pulled it.

Bunny worked her jaw a bit, raising a hand to rub the sore joints. She didn't dare speak a word for fear that he'd wrestle her to the ground and put the gag back in place.

Everything was silent for a moment, Bunny looking at him out of the corner of her eye, and Demetrius staring back passively.

And then his soft murmur shattered the quiet, "Kneel on the blanket."

Bunny froze for a few seconds. Then, she stiffly shuffled over to the blanket and bent down to get into position. She could feel a subtle flutter between her legs, an aching she quelled by squeezing her thighs together. The tug-of-war between body and mind had began anew.

Demetrius slowly crouched to the floor. His hands were clasped, wrists resting on his knees. "I want to watch you play with yourself, Bunny. You're going to bring yourself to the brink of orgasm three times, and then you're going to take the plug and fill your ass." Bunny's stomach tightened, a horrifying realization dawning as she realized his intentions.

This man planned on making her ride a horse while stuffed with that toy. He was more than a psycho. He was clearly a sadist.

"Do you understand?" He whispered, black eyes boring into her blue-green gaze.

"Yes." She whispered back, unable to break the optical connection between them.

From there, without taking her eyes off his face, she reached over and felt for the vibrator. It was a small thing she knew would likely pack more power than seemed possible.

She took a deep breath before scooting back until her mid-back rested against the wall. Sliding down and bending her knees, she spread her feet so that he had a full view of her still-clothed body. She'd consider it a victory if she could get away with not taking anything off.

God knew not much else was.

Demetrius said nothing, although the corners of his mouth lifted so slightly that she would have missed it if she wasn't scouring his face for approval.

With shaking fingers, Bunny undid the button of her breeches and slid the zipper down slowly. They were smooth as butter and clung beautifully to her skin… which meant she would have to pull them down further than she would have liked to get access to her clit.

Her fingers found the space between skin and pants, pulling until her naked mound appeared, and then even more until her pussy was bared to Demetrius' hungry gaze. The vibrator shook. Not because she had turned it on, but because her hands had begun trembling.

In any other situation, this would have been exceedingly hot. She would be melting under the sultry glare of this brooding suitor.

"You have very little self-control, Bunny. We're going to fix that. If you're a good girl, I might even bring you back here on occasion."

At that, she punched the vibrator's button, a thumb holding it down until it buzzed to life.

"Higher." He whispered, a grin unfurling.

She obeyed, pressing twice more until her pussy began to throb in anticipation, her body betraying her stifled desires.

"Pleasure yourself." Another smokey whisper.

Bunny's head fell back, mouth opening and eyes squeezing shut, as she pressed the tip of the vibrator to her clit. The vibrations were strong enough to be felt in her lower abdomen, which was tightening in anticipation of her growing orgasm.

The burn built, and built, and built.

Without warning, she felt a hand around her wrist, eyes snapping open as she gasped.

Demetrius' face was inches from hers. For a few heartbeats, they were caught in that position, both silent and sizing the other up.

"You almost came, didn't you?" He paused, contemplative while her eyes burned bright with frustration and ire, "I won't stop you from coming again. Next time, there will be consequences."

Her head was swimming with heady desire. Even as the humiliation of being watched washed over her, that shame couldn't overcome the warmth of pleasure pulsating between her shivering legs.

If she was being forced into this, why couldn't she also enjoy it? Why shouldn't she?

Bunny swallowed hard as sweat collected in beads on her forehead. The buzz of the vibrator was now a threatening sound and she dreaded the firm press of it against her swollen clit. Against her better judgment, she slipped it between her legs and was immediately transported to a place of bliss and longing.

Her body began writhing as the pressure built low in her stomach. It made her gasp and whimper as wetness collected between her thighs.

Once the she felt the fire roaring to a blaze in her belly, she stopped stopped, leaving a fierce ache where she longed to be touched.

Bunny lay there, gasping and choking on her own moans as the building pressure inside of her dulled to an urgent throb. She barely registered Demetrius sliding behind her so that she was leaning against his chest. He gently tucked a strand of ginger hair behind her ear, leaning forward to whisper.

"That's my good girl. See? I knew you could do it." His warm breath tickled her ear and need flared. She whimpered when he took an earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling as his hands reached around to rub her nipples through her polo and sports bra.

"Please…" Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat immediately after.

What am I doing? This is so wrong. Bunny whined internally, the war inside her coming to a head. This man had kidnapped her, brutalized her, humiliated her, and committed countless unspeakable acts.

Why was she melting under his touch?

"Keep going, Bunny. Twice more." He murmured, sliding her shirt up so that it rested on top of her tits. Demetrius popped them out of her bra and began pinching them as Bunny mewled under his ministrations. It was intoxicating. It was delicious. It was fucked up.

But so was she.

Her hand dragged down to her center, and she pleasured herself with shaking, sweaty hands as Demetrius continued to murmur words of praise and encouragement in her ear.

Once she had done as he had bidden her, her hand dropped to the ground. Her entire body was shaking with hunger. She wanted more, needed more. He was obviously intent, however, on leaving her wanting for release.

She let her head drop back against his shoulder, leaning so her lips were at his neck. That heady scent that was entirely his made her head spin. Was this Stockholm syndrome? She couldn't help but think he was forcing her fragile mind into associating him with pleasure.

If he was, it was working.

Bunny pressed her lips gently to his pulse point before whispering, "Please, please more, Demetrius. I need it." Immediately, he froze. He then relaxed and turned his head to kiss her forehead. "No, you don't, Bunny. You don't need it. You want it."

She groaned in response.

"Time to move on. Get on your back with your legs spread so I can see that pretty, little ass. I want you to put that plug inside of you, and I want to watch." Demetrius began pinching and teasing her nipples again as he detailed his orders.

Face flushing, Bunny slowly pushed herself up onto her knees and removed her breeches entirely. She reached over for the toy and lube and then twisted onto her back so her body was resting between his legs, feet planted on either side of his thighs. If he wanted a show, he could fucking have one. Perhaps if she played along, she could earn his trust.

With trust would come opportunity.

Coating her long fingers, Bunny stared him in the eye even as her face burned and her chest tightened with embarrassment. Then, they slipped between her legs and past her center.

She made quick work of herself, slipping one finger inside, and then a second, scissoring and twisting them as best she could in the awkward position.

While it would have been easier to ready herself more, she relished in the pinching and discomfort that came with sliding a toy inside of her ass while she was still a little tight. The pain underlined the pleasure.

Bunny winced as she pushed it past the ring of muscle that fought to keep it outside. Rocking it back and forth, Bunny bit her lip gently and let her eyes flutter as a throaty moan bubbled up through her chest.

His muscular hands massaged her calves and his breathing had become decidedly heavier.

Finally, the plug slid in and her muscles snapped around the stem.

"Look at how good you did," He purred, a smile barely lifting the corners of his lips, "Now, let's go get your reward."

Bunny was suddenly terrified at the prospect of riding for the first time in her life.