Chapter 6

“My turn,” said Hart, approaching Willow, who was still breathing heavily.

He stared at her for a moment with fierce brown eyes below his unruly mane of blond hair before dropping to his knees. He leaned forward so that his nose was so close to her needy cunt she could feel him there.

And then he breathed in deeply, audibly sniffing her. She squirmed uncomfortably; she was so aroused by the events of the evening in general, and Cash’s wonderful cruelty in particular, that she could smell herself. She could only imagine what Hart must be breathing in down there.

After a moment, his face still between her legs, he reached out with each hand and unfastened the straps holding her ankles to the X-cross. He stood and did the same with the ones holding her wrists, giving her a moment to get her feet on the floor.

He looked her in the eyes and said, “Now that I have your scent, it’s time for you to get just a taste of primal play.”

Willow looked at him, confused. “What?”

Hart smiled and whispered, “Run, rabbit, run.”

Her eyes wide, Willow moved to the left, her bare feet slipping a little on the wetness from her dripping pussy. She felt silly running--the community room wasn’t that big--but she couldn’t help but do it. She could hear Hart moving behind her, and her heart pounded at the thought of being chased. And being caught.

She knew running was pointless. She couldn’t exactly leave the community room while naked, after all. When she got to the far end of the room, past where Rue had been strapped down and given her forced orgasms earlier, Willow turned around to see where Hart was.

He was just barely past the X-cross, moving slowly in her direction while shedding his clothes. Her back against the wall, Willow began moving to her left. She kept her eye on Hart, who stopped briefly to discard the last of his clothes, a pair of leopard print boxer briefs. His cock, appearing to be only semi-hard, was already about as big as Malachi’s.

Willow stumbled when her foot hit an object on the floor. Looking down, she saw that a layer of soft leather covered the floor in the corner of the room she’d been inching toward. She looked up and noticed that the walls in that corner were lined with the same type of padded leather. She stepped up onto the padding and continued toward the corner before looking back toward Hart. who was now only inches away, having closed the gap between them in the seconds it had taken her to wonder about why the corner was padded.

She screamed, and then he was on her. They fell together to the padded floor, Hart’s teeth digging into the flesh of her neck while his fingernails did the same to her side and hips. Instinctively, she fought to get out from under him. Her head thrashed against the padded wall, which made her realize what all the leather in that corner was for.

It was so Hart could be in his element while reducing the danger to his “prey.”

“You think you can get away,” Hart said quietly. “That’s funny.”

Willow kicked out at him, striking him in the chest and pushing away from him. Her efforts were actually successful, which surprised her, but she had only a moment to celebrate her temporary victory. As she got to her feet and prepared to run again, Hart grabbed both of her ankles and pulled, sending her bare ass back down to the leather flooring.

“Hold the fuck still,” he commanded, and she froze up despite her mind telling her she needed to get away.

The primal Dom moved down her body, gripping her upper legs. He was incredibly strong, holding her to the floor while spreading her legs at the same time. He bit at her inner thighs, hard enough she was sure he would leave bite marks and bruises, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Then, almost like a light switch being flipped, his actions went from cruel and painful to loving and pleasurable. He buried his face in her hot, wet cunt, lapping at her slick folds while exaggeratedly breathing in, growling the whole time.

It only took seconds of his long, wide tongue lashing at her exposed pussy to make her stop feigning a need for escape. She still squirmed, but it was out of pleasure and not out of any sense of supposed danger.

Willow raised her hips to meet Hart’s mouth, already feeling an orgasm close by. She’d been so close to a second climax at the hands of Cash and

her rabbit vibrator, she knew it wouldn’t take long if Hart kept up what he was doing. Willow dug her fingernails into the leather padding, moaning as Hart growled. Any second now...

And then Hart stopped. Ignoring her protests, he roughly flipped her over and up, onto her knees, so that her pussy and ass were exposed to him.

“Remember your safe word, if you need it!” Atticus called out. His voice was shocking and seemed out of place; Willow had forgotten anyone besides Hart.

With one hand, Hart grabbed a fistful of Willow’s dark hair, and with the other, he guided his massive cock into her wet and waiting hole. Twin spikes of pain shot through her scalp and her pussy as he pulled her head back while ramming into her down below.

“Does it hurt, little rabbit?” Hart said; she could hear the sneer that must have been on his lips.

“Yes!” she cried out, although the pain in her cunt was already shifting toward pleasure territory.

“Good,” he said with a laugh, yanking even harder on her hair as he pummeled her pussy.

Again and again, he rammed into her, and she could once again feel her orgasm approaching. If he kept this up for just another minute or two, she’d come again, and she knew this one would put her earlier one to shame.

With an ear-shattering growl that echoed around the community room, Hart shoved deeply into her and held himself there as he came. He pulled back on her hair harder than he had to that point, but Willow barely felt the pain from that. She came when she felt the second blast of cum from Hart painting her insides, and the two of them moaned in unison as he continued to fill her up, each wave of spunk a new spike of pleasure radiating throughout her body.

Finally, he was finished. He pulled out of her and released her hair. She fell forward onto the leather, breathing heavily and shaking all over.

Weak from exertion, she felt like she could lay there forever, falling asleep as Hart’s cum seeped out of her well-used pussy. This was not to be, as only moments afterward, Hart grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to her unsteady feet. He began dragging her back to the X-cross, sighing as if annoyed when she almost stumbled a few times.

When they got there, Hart pushed her down onto her knees, so that she was kneeling in the middle of the assembled Doms. Hart asked the others, “Who’s next?”