Bunny and the Beast

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Hard-working, strong, and sassy, Bunny Carrigan desires a simple life, far away from the complications of the big city, posh houses, and materialism. She makes her own rules and has no time for pushy men in fancy suits or playing games.

Joseph Hazelle enjoys taking control and has very set ideas about what the ideal submissive looks and acts like. In fact, his ideas are so set they might as well be concrete. Vibrant and full of life, Bunny challenges Joseph’s preconceived notions and she’s determined that if she submits at all, it’s going to be on her own terms.

Accustomed to being the instructor, Joseph discovers that Bunny has claimed his lonely heart and has a thing or two to teach him. All he has to do is educate her about his world and convince her that she does indeed “do” submission. What could go wrong?

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A distant flash of lightning shone through the windowpane. Bunny set the empty wine glass down with a sigh as the tile beneath her feet vibrated with the tremble of thunder. “The storm sounds as though it’s gathering strength. I think it’s time I left.”

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He rose as she did. “Thank you for dining with me. It was refreshing.”

“Refreshing? You’re nuts, you know that?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, her inner devil had a clipboard, recording all the smart-alecky things she said to him, as though keeping tally for when he finally got her over his knee.

He shrugged and grinned. “Maybe so. Let me walk you to that behemoth of a work vehicle you arrived in today.”

“Hey, Betsy is awesome,” she replied as they walked side by side from the kitchen.

Snorting with laughter, he said, “Why am I not surprised you named your vehicle?”

“She was my first major purchase as a self-employed person. Having a bucket truck means I can get jobs I might not otherwise be able to. I’ll be making use of her tomorrow when I come back to work on your satellite dishes. Sorry I couldn’t do it today, but if I see lightning, I don’t leave the ground.” Their steps echoed on the tile as they crossed the corridor to the main entry.

“That’s a relief to hear.” He tapped the top of the tissue-wrapped book she clutched in her arms with a long finger. “Please read this.”

Conscious of the way he towered over her, she looked up into his pewter gray eyes, wishing she could understand him better. “Why is it important to you?”

Musing for a moment, he finally said, “Because I think if you don’t understand, you’ll move on, not realizing the opportunity you missed.”

“But why is it important to you? I’m obviously not your type.”

He cupped her chin in his hand and smiled. “Ask yourself why brattiness is your reflexive response to me. Is it because you wish to push me away? Or is it maybe because you want someone who can handle you?”

Handle me?” she asked, her back going ramrod stiff as he gave her that irritating half-smile. “In your wildest dreams, you couldn’t handle me, Mr. Hazelle.”

He merely laughed as he opened one of the double doors at the front of the mansion and gestured broadly at her vehicle, parked out front under the grand porte-cochere. “I had it moved to the front door for you, in case it began to rain.”

“Are you always so thoughtful to girls you want to spank?”

“You’re not a girl. You’re a woman,” he said with a devilish grin. “And yes, I am.”

Unable to understand him and his kink, she growled a little as she stepped out, and then she shrieked as his big palm landed sharply on her butt cheek.

“You!” Oh, Lord, that stung! But then the heat began to spread. Her inner muscles clenched, and she had the urge to waggle her ass at him, to tempt him to do it again.

He’s right. He brings out the brat in me.

Joseph’s gray eyes, normally so unreadable, were twinkling with mischief. “That wasn’t discipline, little brat, because you’re not mine to discipline—technically.”

“Then what the hell was it?” Besides a total turn-on!

“Fun.” His wolfish grin promised there was more where that came from. “Read the book, fiammetta. If you have any questions, you can call me.”

“The only question I have right now,” she quipped as he followed her down the steps, “is whether I should have you kiss the right cheek or the left one. And I am not a brat!”

Her inner devil was wearing a fireman’s hat and pointing a fire extinguisher at her pants while her inner angel pointed out that they were on fire.

Joseph was obviously keeping his amusement in check as he opened the truck door for her. He offered her his hand, presumably to help her up into the truck, but halted her long enough to kiss her knuckles and gaze into her eyes for several disconcerting seconds. “Yes, you are, fiammetta. See you in the morning.”

“Whatever,” she grumbled after he’d closed the truck door and pointed at her seatbelt. She barely resisted the immature impulse to stick her tongue out at him and drive off without buckling up first.

“Very professional, Bunny,” she muttered to herself as she navigated the long, curving driveway, unsuccessfully trying to ignore the way the top of her hand tingled where he’d kissed it.

She glanced at the book, still in its pristine wrappings, as if a snake was inside the package. “I’m not becoming a doormat. I don’t submit to anyone. Not ever.” The possibility she was wrong about the whole ball of wax was growing in her gut with each utterance of those words.

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Joseph stopped beside a tall window and looked out, and Bunny sighed with pleasure as he slowly rocked her back and forth. It was late, and the full moon was making its descent. She could remember rolling her eyes when reading passages in romance novels that spoke of the heroine melting in the hero’s arms, but that was just how it felt as he held her.

He clutched her to him and groaned. She felt how hard he was through the layers of clothing, and her pussy responded with a warm ache growing outward from her center.

After squeezing her still-tingly butt cheek, he placed her on her feet and set about unbuttoning her shirt, sliding it down her arms, and then lifting the camisole over her head. Kneeling in front of her, he unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them over her hips.

She placed her hands on his to halt his progress. “This isn’t very Dom-like behavior, with you kneeling in front of me. Aren’t I supposed to be the one kneeling and doing all the work?”

Joseph’s chuckle had an edge to it that sent all of her nerve endings on alert. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels, Bunny. I’ll get to the more ‘Dom-like’ later, but I’m quite comfortable here. I may be kneeling in front of you, but I still get to do what I want, namely this.”

He yanked the jeans and her panties down to her knees, and then he wrapped his hands around her butt cheeks, squeezed hard, increasing the burn from her paddling. He dove in, latching his mouth and tongue onto her pussy and eliciting a sharp cry from her.

His deep rumble of approval vibrated through her pussy and sent shivers up her spine as he held her tightly to his mouth, allowing her no escape, no respite from the sensations rocketing through her.

“Oh, Joseph!” she cried out into the darkness, grasping his shoulders, hoping he’d hold her up since she was hobbled in the jeans and could only balance on her toes curled up in the long, silky fibers of the rug underfoot.

His hand slid up her spine, and the heat from it was a shock against her cool skin. She moaned when he wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged gently, just enough to let her know who was in control but not enough to hurt her.

“Yes,” she murmured as he latched onto her clit and licked at her opening, the erotic, wet sounds setting her cheeks aflame as he discovered firsthand how soaked she was for him.

He supported her lower back, and she tilted into him as the tightness in her cunt began to build. How quickly he had her on edge.

“More, Joseph. Please! Please!”

He growled in enjoyment and slid his other hand up her torso to cup one of her breasts as he steadied her and licked her to the most ferocious orgasm she’d had in a long time.

“I’m coming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Her fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, when she tried to maintain her balance as her world went a little topsy-turvy. Still quaking with her climax, she arched when her backside came into contact with the cool suppleness of leather.

Blinking, she looked around her and realized he’d laid her out, still panting and twitching, on the curved divan in front of the tall window. Illuminated by the moon, his tan skin turned a burnished silver as he stripped from his shirt and then removed his belt and wallet and laid them aside. He loosened his pants, letting them slide to the floor. His boxers were a black knit fabric that absorbed the light. She reached out so she could help remove them to see what was beneath because she wanted him. Now. Her cunt clenched as if in agreement, but he backed away and chuckled as he toyed with the waistband.

“Greedy, fiammetta?”

“Mmmm, very. Come here, Beastly.”

“I intend to spank you for giving me that nickname…one of these days. I’ve never been nicknamed by a sub,” he said, reaching into the night table drawer for a condom.

“I’m not much of a sub if I’m not afraid to nickname you, now am I—Beastly?”

His laughter echoed through the large bedroom, and the sound gave her a tremendous sense of accomplishment. “You are one-of-a-kind, woman.”

“What say you fuck your one-of-a-kind woman, hmm?” she murmured, spreading her legs wide for him in wanton invitation while he sheathed himself.

He was on her in an instant but not thrusting wild inside her. No, he maintained control better than that. Some part of her had known he would. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have showed such complete trust in her incitement of him.

Lifting her hands, he curved them back behind the upper edge of the divan. “Your hands go here.” His eyes glittered silver in the moonlight, and she nodded as she felt the handholds he was indicating.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as her slick pussy made contact with his hard, hot length. Flexing her hips, she did her best to entice him, a sense of vulnerability striking her as the head of his cock aligned with her opening. Joseph could do as he wished to her. He studied her face and then leaned forward to kiss her. His lips were as gentle as his first thrust was fierce. He pinned her to the divan and impaled her on his cock.

 

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Word Count: 77,351

251 Pages

LEAR Award Winner for Best Erotic Romance 2015 from Love, Lust, and Lipstick Stains!

2015 LEAR Award Best Erotic Romance Bunny and the BeastB&B Come and Take It Quote Meme without release date

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