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  “Do you really want to stand in the way of that? He’ll forgive you, of course. You’re his wife’s beloved daughter, after all. But then, he’ll have to go through other ways to get himself accepted in higher society. He’s looking to marry you to one of us here tonight and if that doesn’t work, he’ll find someone richer, someone older, perhaps you’ll be a mistress. You have the look for it. So sweet and soft and innocent. You’ll be a beautiful little mistress, won’t you?”

  She shakes her head in denial. Daddy won’t do that to her. Mistresses are high society’s dirty little secret, something the rich and powerful do because they can.

  “You’re the perfect size for it too, hidden in a pretty little room and locked up. Maybe your old husband will tie you up in the bed and use you only when he feels like fucking someone new. Maybe he’ll share you with his rich friends, fuck up you pussy and your hole, get you filled up and plug you up and leave you alone until he feels like fucking you again.”

  His words burn against her skin, terrifying in how true it could be. Her breath is coming in short, panicked pants and she doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve this. “Why are you doing this?” she whimpers, fear gripping her heart, making everything blur around the edges. She’s never felt such abject fear in her life before.

  “Me?” he chuckles. “I like you,” he says. “I’d like to see your father succeed and I’d very much like to see more of you.” At this, he leans back a little so he can sweep his gaze down the valley between her breasts to her stomach, further down to the pale hair between her legs. She crosses her legs without thinking, inner thighs squeezing and tensing together. “I’d like to see a lot more of you,” he murmurs. “I’m going to have fun taking you apart.”

  She trembles. “You can’t- you can’t do this.”

  “You’ll find that there is very little I can’t do, little rabbit,” he says. “And you’ll do this if only to make your father happy.”

  “He’ll be fine on his own,” she says and the lie tastes bitter on her own tongue.

  “You and I both know that’s not true,” he murmurs. “We only tolerate him because your mother had some hold, and we only came tonight to see you, darling.”

  Her throat goes dry. “You’re lying,” she says, but he doesn’t blink, doesn’t flinch, looking so calm and certain that she finds herself questioning everything.

  “You know that I’m not. I know what you are, kitten. We all know what you are. We’ve been curious about you for a long time. Half human, half rabbit. Tell me, do you touch yourself before you sleep at night? Do you have the same sex drive as a rabbit should? How often have you had sex before?”

  She wants to hit him across the face but she only manages her sternest frown.

  “So feisty,” he grins. “Did you know your father- your biological father- he fucked everything that moved until he found your mother? He only stopped because she was as much of a slut as he is.”

  “Stop it!” she screams, anger making her brave again.

  “Such a courageous little rabbit,” he chuckles and cups her chest, fondling her breasts.

  “Stop- ah- stop it!” she cries, anger quickly dissolving and being replaced by fear. “Stop.”

  “Hush now,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had rabbit before. I wonder if you’ll taste as sweet as you look,” he says.

  She tries to jerk free as he pinches her nipple and tugs, sending pleasure and pain up her spine. “Oh, oh,” she gasps, trying to kick her legs out and squeeze her fingers free from his tight grip. He tugs on one, and then the other, pulling them taut, making them pebbled and the pink nipples slightly redder. His nails are sharp when he pinches down and she lets out a sharp cry at the pain. “Stop! Please!” she cries.

  “So reactive too,” he hums, incredibly satisfied by her reactions.

  “Stop, please, please,” she gasps, trembling fearfully as he continues to touch and tease her body, making her knees weak and her body grow hot and cold all at once. His fingers are so warm, plucking her nipples over and over to make her gasp out every time, occasionally digging in with his nails to draw even sharper gasps from her lips.

  “You’re begging already? What happened to the world being a dangerous place for the both of us, hmm?” he taunts, capturing her lips when she thinks of begging for him to release her again.

  He tastes like champagne and smoke, thick and powerful, so consuming that she doesn’t remember how to breathe, that she even needs to breathe at all until her lungs begin to ache from the need of it. She’s never been kisses so thoroughly before, so dominating and consuming.

  She gasps for breath when their lips part, a string of saliva linking their tongues together lewdly. Warm fingers slide down from her breasts to the heat growing between her legs and she shut her eyes against the humiliation as he cups her sex.

  “Look how wet you are, so soft and open for me already. I could fuck you right now and you’d just take my cock inside your hungry little pussy, wouldn’t you?”

  She shakes her head. “No, no,” she whimpers. “Please let go.”

  To her surprise, he does, He steps back and the lack of his hands on her, his body pressing on hers to keep her upright, she slides onto the wet shower floor, her legs folding weakly underneath her, unable to hold onto her own weight.

  She covers her breasts with her arms, and bends her head down, too humiliated to look up at him. Her pebbled nipples poke against her arms and she hisses at the pleasure that just the simple touch is enough to elicit.

  “Would you like me to leave, then? You should know I will not offer again a second time,” he says. “From what I heard, you haven’t been doing very well in school. You’re behind all your peers and even if you went to college, then what? How long do you think it would take for you to graduate? Do you think you could afford school at all, what with your stepfather pissing away all of your inheritance?”

  That makes her look up. “He’s not- he can’t- That’s not true,” she says, aghast.

  “You don’t even know what’s happening, do you? You don’t know the world, kitten. Everyone can be bribed. Everyone can be bought. Your lawyer sold you out years ago. Where do you think he had the money to pull this party tonight? Loans?” He scoffs. “Even banks know better than to give him more money. He’s never pays anything back. This is his big shot and you’re ruining it because you’re too selfish.”

  She shakes her head, feeling tears pool in her eyes. He’s just saying this to get what he wants. It’s not true. It can’t be true.

  “The thing is, he could make a good leader. He has the brains for them and the passion. He knows how to manipulate people into trusting him. You trust him too, don’t you? But deep down, you know he doesn’t love you. He loves power and money and the only reason he’s saying close is because he can get both from you.”

  She knows- she knows all that. She whines out, closing her eyes, shame and humiliation coursing through her.

  His voice goes soft, gentle, almost. “I can make things work for both of you, kitten. All you have to do, is submit.”

  She chokes back a sob, afraid and aroused in equal measures, her body betraying her. She’s never been touched like this before, never been looked at like he’s thinking of taking her apart and ruining her. At least, not so openly.

  “If you don’t want my help, that’s perfectly fine with me.” He shrugs and turns around, ready to leave and she doesn’t know if she’s supposed to let him leave. What will happen if he leaves and he’s telling the truth? She’s been trying to meet up with her lawyer for the past few days and he’s been putting it off over and over again. What if she has nothing left?

  Chapter Three: Proposition

  She watches as he starts to make for the exit, uncertain of what best to do. She’s always thought she had her mother’s inheritance to fall back on, but what if he’s right. What if Daddy had already spent it all? The most horrible thing about everything he’s saying is how much truth there is in them. She isn�
��t very smart. She’s always used her mother’s sickness as and excuse for her delay in graduating high school, but she knows that’s not the whole reason.

  She’s never been particularly book smart and she’s never even very street smart. She’s been sheltered her entire life and she continues being sheltered, even now.

  He reaches for the doorknob and her heart jumps to her throat.

  “Wait,” she gasps, feeling forlorn. When he doesn’t react, she scrambles to her feet and grasps him by his arm, saying louder, “Please,” she whimpers. “Tell me- tell me what I need to do.”

  “Good girl,” he grins, teeth glinting in the light, more wolf than man. “My name is Rueben. But I’d rather like d what you called John. I’d like you to call me the same too,” he says calmly, like he’s asking for the time. “Can you do that for me, darling?”

  “Da- Daddy?” she squeaks, unsure if she’s heard him right the first time.

  “Good girl,” he says, pleased. “Come in the bedroom, kitten. You’ll catch a cold here.” He doesn’t wait for her to respond, picking her up by bending down and curling his arms around her thighs. When he stands, he hoists her over his shoulder and she kicks out instinctively in panic, but her feet doesn’t hit anything because he’s grabbing her thighs too tightly.

  He smacks her ass.

  “Be good, darling. I’d hate to drop you,” he says and she stops struggling because he sounds excited by the possibility of dropping her.

  Logically, she knows it’s only a few steps from the bathroom to the bedroom, but it feels like an eternity before he gets there. He drops her onto the bed unceremoniously, causing her to bounce a few times on the bed.

  She shivers from a combination of cold brought on by her nakedness and embarrassment. She reaches for her blankets, wanting to wrap herself up and hide her naked body from him.

  His hands are on her body immediately before she can grab her blanket, pushing her down onto the bed and climbing up to follow her, straddling her with his weight on her body, his hips on either sides of hers.

  She can feel his hardness pressing insistently against her inner thigh.

  “You have such lovely breasts, Kitten. Look at you, just enough for a handful,” he grins, cupping both breasts with his palms, covering them with his much larger fingers and opening slightly until her nipples are poking out. He closes his fingers, pinching her pebbled nipples between them.

  Her back arches from the bed, pleasure and pain jolting down her spine. “Ah, ah,” she cries, feeling overstimulated already.

  “So sensitive,” he murmurs. “I knew I’d have fun with you,” he says.

  Her hands shoot up to shove him away, but she makes herself stop. She has to do this. She asked for this, didn’t she? And really- it’s not too bad of a way to lose her virginity. Rabbit shifters may be known for their promiscuity, but they’re also known for their fertility. Over-the-counter contraceptives aren’t as effective on them- on her.

  He pulls back, smirking at the hard peaks on her breasts. “Look at you. Are you going to be wet when I touch you? Such a lovely little slut,” he growls. “I like to hear you, kitten.”

  “I don’t know what you want me to- Ah!” she cries out when her leans down and sucks on her breasts, teeth pulling at the nipple roughly. She can’t help herself from trying to push him away this time, the suction of his mouth on her breast and sensation of sharp teeth against her sensitive nipple making her inner walls clench together.

  “Oh, oh,” she gasps, clenching her eyes shut, legs kicking out in her effort to pull away from him to no avail. His hands on her waist keeps her in place, giving her no room to escape.

  “Sensitive little thing,” he growls, licking and pulling at her nipples, one after the other, and then pressing her breasts together so he can suck both of them at once. It feels simultaneously better and worse compared to how he had been sucking on them individually and she doesn’t understand why. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending sizzling awake.

  She can feel herself growing wetter and there’s nothing she can do to stop her body from reacting the way that it is.

  His hand reaches between her legs, pushing them apart until he is resting his body between them, stopping her from closing her thighs together and hiding her shame. “You’re so wet, kitten,” he comments, brushing his fingers between her pussy lips, palming her there and dipping his middle finger inside.

  “Oh! Ah- Stop- That’s not- Please, Mister- Stop!” she cries, panicking anew.

  His fingers pull free and she thinks he would walk away again, but he draws his hand back and slaps her across her face hard. “What did I say to call me?” he demands sternly.

  Her cheek don’t really hurt so much from where he slaps her so she knows it’s only meant to be a warning. That doesn’t mean it didn’t still sting, though. Her lips part and close a few times uncertainly. And then, in a soft mewl, “Daddy?” she whispers.

  “That’s right,” he grins. “And didn’t you ask that I do this, kitten? If you keep saying no, I’m going to be very cross and give you a good spanking. Maybe I’ll drag you downstairs looking like this and let everyone see what a little slut you are.”

  She shakes her head, shocked and aroused by the words coming from his mouth. She had been so, so wrong about him being a traditional, proper gentleman before. He was such a pervert!

  “Nothing wrong with being a slut,” he says. “You could be my little slut. I’m not married yet, you see. Haven’t found a good little mate who could take what I give. But my doctors say a rabbit shifter would do nicely. You being half human would mean our children would be more like me, of course. Small thing like you, you’d submit properly to me, wouldn’t you?”

  “What- what do you mean?” she whispers.

  He grips her hand in his own, making her cup his erection through his pants. “My cock, darling. Female wolves nowadays are so combative. Part of their nature, really. Me? I prefer a quiet little mate, one who would take my knot without trying to pull away every chance they get. You’d take my knot properly. I can tell. You’d fight at first, sure. The stretch is enough to frighten even the bravest wolves, but you’ll give in quickly. That’s what you’re like.”

  She shakes her head weakly, but can’t help but feel awed by the sheer size in her palm.

  “Go ahead. Feel what a real cock is like,” he says, as if she’s touched many cocks in her lifetime and this isn’t her first.

  Trembling, she considers denying him again, but the fear of him making true of his threat to drag her downstairs like this gives her pause. She knows she smells like arousal right now and even though the man is still quite patient with her, she knows that being prey in a room full of predators would trigger their animal instinct to be the first one to claim her.

  Knowing there’s no way to escape this predicament she put herself into, she brings her shaking hands to his pants. If she was being honest with herself, she’s always been curious about sex. It’s not just because of her nature as a half rabbit shifter. People her age have had sex plenty of times before and the only knowledge she has regarding sex is what’s taught in textbooks and the occasional naughty video she would watch when she’s feeling… aroused.

  She pushes the underwear aside so she can pull out his erection. It’s thick and heavy in her hand, throbbing as she stares at it. It’s so massive she has to grasp it in both hands to circle around it fully, veins throbbing along the length to the bulbous head. He bucks up into her grip when her fingers tighten around his length. “That’s it, lovely,” he hisses. “Nice and thick cock for your little slutty cunt. Come on, kitten. Give it a good lick.”

  She shakes her head in negative but when he leans up and poises his cock closer to her face, she finds her mouth watering. Her hands press against his hips, finding his proximity and the weight of his body on her breasts incredibly intimidating and frightening.

  “Go ahead, kitten,” he says, curling his fingers in her hair and moving her as he pleases, ru
bbing his cock along her face, smearing wet precum all over her skin. It smells musky and thick, clinging to her skin. “Open,” he says at last, stopping with the head of his cock between pursed lips. “Don’t make me tell you again, kitten.”

  Humiliated tears trickle down her cheeks. Bottom lip wobbling, she lets her mouth fall open and he slams his cock so deep down her throat that she chokes and jerks back, coughing.

  “Poor thing,” he says, not meaning it at all. “Never sucked cock before? Such a pampered little darling. It’s alright. I’ll have you all trained up in no time. Maybe I’ll have you warm my cock when I’m doing my reading at night, train you to suck and suck, hmm?” he says.

  He’s not making sense at all. She understands in a vague and surreal way that he means to marry her, but it can’t truly be that easy? Surely, he’s lying to her. He doesn’t know her at all and if he’s really as powerful as he sounds, then there is no benefit to their marriage.

  He pries her mouth open and pushes the fat head of his cock at her lips again, pressing on her tongue a bit and not so deep this time, not choking down her throat. She swirls her tongue around it experimentally, feeling confused by the emotions and sensations in her body.

  “That’s it, darling. Good girl,” he praises, his fingers massaging her scalp. “Use your tongue more and suck. That’s it. Smart girl. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you. Smart little thing,” he says.

  She’s always responded well to compliments. She finds herself preening and wanting to try harder to please him, sucking and licking his cock, making him harder in her mouth. He pulls back and his cock comes free from her mouth with a loud, wet noise.

  “Such a pretty little thing,” he says, looking down at her disheveled face, saliva and precum clinging to her tongue, wetting her chin and over her cheeks. “Look at these pretty lips. Who could resist, really?” he comments, pushing three fingers into her parted mouth, sinking in deep and pressing onto her tongue until he’s gagging her. He doesn’t let free and spit runs down the corner of her lips as he finger fucks her mouth and down her throat with his fingers.