King

“Caught you,” I say the first thing that comes to mind.

I take her by the shoulders, feeling her body tremble, and I turn her around, pressing her back against me.

“Look,” I nod toward the window, behind which a hot scene unfolds.

“Do you like it?”

“No,” she bleats.

“You like it,” I state, feeling how she slightly tightens her hips.

“Would you like to be in that woman’s place?”

“B-But—” she whispers.

“Then, if you’re not ready for the adult entertainment world, don’t go where they told you not to come,” I say in a strict but still quiet voice and release the stranger.

A small, timid bunny.

The pastor’s daughter, a music teacher, sweet Daisy. A persistent volunteer—at first she practically begged to come into my house, and then she ran away, leaving me addicted.

I’ll find you, Bunny. And then I won’t limit myself to just ordinary spanking.”