Here Comes Penny Cottontail
Possessive boyfriend wants to have his own Bunny
I sighed when my phone rang, interrupting the train of thought I was following in the legal brief I was writing. "Hey Blake, I know you are calling about dinner, but I'm on a roll and need to put in some more time on this draft brief."
"Penny, it's after 5, you know you can knock off and pick up on it again on Monday. It's not like you get paid OT, and I haven't seen you all week."
I bit my lip, trying not to get drawn into yet another discussion about my working hours and habits, or that I insisted on keeping my job rather than quitting and moving in with Blake. "We had just lunch on Wednesday. But tell you what, I can try to wrap this up about 6:30 and be ready to go at 7, would that work?"
A huff came through the phone line. "By the time we get anywhere and get food, it's going to be awfully late." A lengthy pause. "How about I save us some time and grab take out and get to your place at 7? I found a new restaurant, and I think you will really like the food. I even have something we enjoy for dessert."
"That would be great. See you then."
I found myself grateful for the reprieve, but also angry that I felt the need to feel grateful. I'd been seeing Blake for a few months, and I loved the attention he lavished on me. He was so focused on me, with an attention to detail I had never before seen in a man. By now he was able to make suggestions on my attire or what activities to do on our weekends, and I knew that whatever he was bringing for dinner would be to my taste.
I woke up the computer and settled into distinguishing the differences between rape and sexual assault in my draft brief. As a remote paralegal, I had built a solid reputation for research and attention to detail, and the briefs I elevated to my attorney clients generally required little editing. By 6:35 I reached an acceptable break point, saved, and shut down. I quickly shed my working loungewear and slipped on a long silk robe, slightly loose in fit but light enough that my hardening nipples peaked under it. Pulling the pin from my coiled dark blonde hair, I shook out the curled length and brushed it out just enough to free the tangles without losing the sensuous waves. I brushed a streak of umber eyeshadow into the creases of my lids, and a dash of gold on the front, adding sheer frosted lip gloss - just enough to highlight my looks without looking as made up as if I were going out.
Blake arrived at 6:58; the man believed that being early to arrive somewhere meant he was on time. The large take-out bag was labeled The Hutch and was wafting aromatic scents of spices and herbs. A bottle of my favorite Riesling was leaning out precariously, and I snagged it before it took a nose dive. Already chilled, so I took it to the dining area and poured into the oversized Waterford Lismore goblets that Blake preferred and had bought me a set for my place to match his.
"Hey Penny, go ahead and grab a seat while I dish this up." Blake moved to the dining area as I left, and I heard rustling and clinks and whatever was in that bag was transferred to the Wedgewood Palatia china, another gift from Blake. I had to say, leaving the place settings out had dressed up the table nicely and kept me from using it as a library for works in progress. I took a deep sip of the wine, holding it in the back of my mouth and letting the fumes go up behind my nose and touching lightly on my palate. Blake had failed so far to make me a wine connoisseur, but I knew what I liked and was prepared to enjoy it fully.
The noises stopped, and I felt Blake behind me. He placed his warm hands on my tense shoulders for a quick rub, then slid them down over the silk of my robe, lifting to cup my breasts' weight and fullness. As I arched into those hands, they moved inside the robe, pulling on my nipples, then pushing the breasts together, up and in, as though corseted and mounded over a 18
th
century gown. I moaned at the pressure, and Blake tightened more, hard and fast until I gasped at the pain. He quickly kissed them and released, with a last long pull followed by a fast, hard pinch on the nipples; they stood out now, full and deep rose. "That's what I like to see" he sighed.
Taking my hand with a courtly bow and a kiss on my knuckles, Blake led me to his feast. I was a little surprised to see he had set the large salad bowl on the dinner plate, rather than a small salad on the side plate with a Wagyu steak in pride of place on the dinner plate. He caught my raised eyebrow and laughed. "Trust me Penny, you're still getting your usual filet, it's just in a steakhouse salad. This place is known for specialty produce; I had one of their salads last week during a lunch meeting, and it was fantastic. If you're desperate, you can put some of the steak in the baby croissant, but promise me you will give the greens a try."
I speared a small nugget of my steak, the dressing tasting like a luxurious beef stock with basil and a dash of well-aged balsamic vinegar. The next nibble was one tip of a tiny croissant that was so buttery and finely layered that it dissolved in my mouth. With Blake's eye on me, I sighed and speared some of the unusual greens. Did I say that salad was low on my preferred menus? The forkful had leaves of lettuce or other greens that I did not recognize, and appeared to include some type of green crunchy bits for more texture.
I could taste the same dressing, very light, followed by a mix of medium crispness and silky, buttery, sweet leaves. The crunchy bits were almost like Pop Rocks candy or Ice Breakers, little straw like pieces that gave an extra jolt when crunched by my teeth, and saliva coated my mouth as the flavor coated every cranny. I tried to pick out an herb or spice, but all I could think of was "green." I took the next bite, and the next, pausing occasionally to add in a bite of steak or bread. I barely touched my wine, the moisture in my mouth kept me from being thirsty. I used the last bit of bread to polish the bowl, only then realizing I had grazed through the entire entrée without any attention to Blake. Guiltily I raised my eyes, heaving an internal sigh of relief that not only was he not annoyed, he had an amused smile on his face.
"Okay, okay, you were right, the whole salad was like, really good, and I'm sorry I was so focused while I gorged through it. What was in it?" Blake started laughing as I blushed, my nose red with embarrassment, and he reached through the kitchen pass through to look at the container. "This mix lists oak leak lettuce, mâché, watercress, and bibb butterhead lettuce, plus their homemade 'crunch.'" He paused. "Tell you what, I'll do the cleanup, but while I do that, could I ask you to put something on for me? Not that I don't love the accessibility of that robe, but I found you something for Easter. I'll bring dessert to the sofa once you are changed."
I nodded, and he reached for a small gold Easter basket that he had tucked behind his chair. The tissue paper inside was multicolored in pastel shades, like Easter eggs. Working through the rustling layers, my fingers found something silky soft. I shook out a strapless bodysuit made of incredibly soft pale golden fur. The waist was very slim, and I saw a tiny rabbit embroidered at the top of the arch over the right hip. I couldn't stop caressing the fur. Blake rose and started gathering plates, and still petting the fur, I went down the hall, shedding my robe as soon as I got in the bedroom. Placing one foot, then the other, into the leg holes, I gently pulled the fabric up - or was it fur? - easing it over my hips, my flat belly, feeling it tight on my ribs, and finally mounding my breasts like Blake had done before dinner. Tight as it seemed to have been to put on, I was able to move easily. Looking in the mirror behind the door, I was smoothing the fur back to its original sleekness when I was startled into a laugh as I saw the bunny tail in the fur, just where the top of my crack would be. I found myself hopping to see the tail bounce, grunting a little with the excitement as I tried for higher and higher hops.
Realizing I seem to again have lost track of time and been away from Blake, I quickly moved down the hall, shifting into another excited hop when I saw him standing by the sofa with small silver dessert cups on the table by him. "Do that again," he said, "That hop is so much better than the heels I was planning for you. It shows off your tits and flexes your ass muscles." He circled me, muttering "Don't stop" with a slap on my ass when I paused. "Smile for me. Bigger, show me those pearly whites. Yes, very nice." A pause, while he placed the pale satin and fur ears that he had hidden behind his back daintily on my hair. "Stop hopping now." Strangely, I nearly growled, my legs wanted to keep having fun, and my right foot gave a tiny foot stomp. My whole body felt warm, and I itched as pulses of desire rocked through me, my pussy getting wet.
Blake stroked a hand down my hair, then over that oh-so-touchable fur. "You're getting hotter my dear, let's cool you off. Go to the coffee table, sit on the blanket with your legs tucked under you to the side." As I arranged myself into position, I noticed that the large throw was of the same fur, but slightly more of a pale fawn color rather than gold. Blake started to hand me a chilled silver dish of vanilla bean ice cream with a Cadbury Egg cracked open over the top. I fumbled the spoon as I reached both hands up close to my chest to receive the yummy treat. I made a happy and hungry clucking noise when Blake pulled the dish back and took the spoon.
"Now now, little bunny, just keep your hands up like that, I will take care of those cravings." He scooped a taste of the ice cream with the cream from the inside of the egg, and I opened my mouth to swallow. Then a bite of sweet milk chocolate, back and forth, and the dish was empty. "Good girl. Do a deep squat for me, show me that you can put that fluffy tail on the ground." I thought no way, I was flexible but I wasn't either Gumby or Pokey. However, I shifted from my curled legs, and by leaning my torso somewhat forward, I could feel the bottom of my ass checks on that furry throw. Blake gave my arms a pointed look, and I folded them again, with my paws up under my chin. He smiled, and I found myself humming under my breath, nibbling on my lower lip while holding the cute pose while he ate his own dessert. He petted me while he ate, and it felt so sensitive and good. I rounded my back up to push closer to his touch, grinding my ass down into the fur blanket as he reached the bottom of my spine. When he reached up and stroked my fur ears, I first jumped at the nearly electric sensitivity, then tilted my head, stretching to the side as he stroked each ear with exquisite slowness from the base near my skull though the thin membrane in the center, purring as he passed across the final tips.
I was nearly somnolent when he rose to put the dessert dishes in the kitchen. I snuggled in when he wrapped the fur around me, lifting me on what seemed like a very long journey from the floor to his chest. When he placed me just off-center on the bed, he lay next to me, stroking me. He lifted my hips, raising me to my knees, and pulling open the slit in the bodysuit. My slit wetted itself as his head probed my opening, and I squeaked as the size impacted me with a new volume and depth. The angle seemed off, and before I could adjust, Blake lifted me so that my pussy was hanging on his giant cock. Holding my hips, he barely withdrew, but each thrust was driving all the way against my cervix. Alternating between grunting with excitement and grinding my teeth at some discomfort or pain, my insides finally relaxed, and he came in the depths. With his cum overflowing around my lips, I squeezed repeatedly, milking his cock.
Keeping me plugged, holding in his load, Blake rolled to his side. He retrieved the blanket, tucking it around me, so that it surrounded me except where we were tied. As he pulled up the blanket and it covered my head, my hair, the ears, I surrendered to blackness.
