Bubble bunny was frustrated.
Bubble is almost always frustrated. Sometimes, you come across someone, and you realise they are a special sort of someone, someone who's main excitement is mental, and almost all revolves around limit pushing. Testing. Experiencing. Intensity.
This was Bubble.
She had a beautiful, handsome, sexy strong man, a man who worked with his hands and radiated power. His blue green eyes with golden specks made her melt, his smirk made her weak at the knees. At her knees was where she liked to be for her Shark. His cock was gigantic, much too big for her small frame, and yet her body welcomed it like an old friend. If it wasn't pushing into her overly swollen ready pussy, she was shoving it down her throat until she would gag, just to do it all over again. Her dainty hands and pretty sharp fingernails couldn't resist grabbing it whenever it was nearby, barely able to wrap around the girth of it. It made her lightheaded at the thought of it.
But, still she lay. Frustrated.
They lay next to eachother on the bed in their RV. The sun was shining, her hair glowing like a halo. The sweat on his chest gleamed- he had fucked her, hard. For hours. Every inch, pounding in and out, in position after position.
And yet;
"I think we have a problem"
Her voice broke the silence. His eyes peeked open, confused, concerned. Before he could speak, she continued,
"I think I can do whatever the fuck I want without any consequences. I think I can do whatever I want to you, and you won't fuck me up. I need a firm hand, I need rules, or I'm going to run you wild and keep fucking you everyday until you don't have any cum left to pump into me."
Silence. He looked at her, softly. She was, afterall, so soft. Her breasts heavy, her curves full, her ass the perfect topper to her thick thighs. A woman in every way, strong- but nowhere near the strength and raw power of him and his muscular form. Her big, blue eyes were wide open and waiting. But, silence.
Her hand reached up to his neck. Her nails dug in, harder and harder, forcing his head up to make him stare at her. Her grip continued to tighten.
"I think I could choke you out. I think I could bite and scratch at you, push you away. I think I could run you."
Quiet contemplation. He was listening, putting together his thoughts. Not fast enough.
Slap.
Her palm hit his cheek.
"I think I could slap your face until it's red."
Slap.
Spit.
"And I think you'd like it. I think you'd like mommy running your ass. Calling you names, making you suck up your cum out of my pussy. You're so strong and tough, but you let me do whatever I want. And I'm sick of it."
Slap.
Slap.
Her hand raised again, and before she knew it, he grabbed her wrist, and pinned it behind her back. His other hand snaked into her hair, yanking it back. He pushed up, now sitting taller than her. Shark took a deep breath,
"Are you done?"
She wasn't.
"Awh, Daddy gonna stand up and challenge mommy now? You gonna teach me a lesson?"
Shark smiled wide, bearing his teeth.
"You really turn into quite the brat, my little bubble bunny... and I think I need to do something about that."
Over his knee she went, her legs kicking and fighting. She was overpowered. His one hand still in her hair, he used the other to force the small of her back down so her soft stomach was resting on his cock. Ass in the air, she wiggled back and forth. Her claws reached for his sides to scratch.
"I would not do that if I were you. You keep your hands gentle, or I will make it so you don't have a choice." His voice husky and quiet. He didn't need to be loud to assert his dominance over her. She was his. Bubble just needed a reminder.
CRACK.
