Hey,why are you going out with that man, bunny? He talks to his girlfriend you, he look kind of angry, he push you on the bed

"Friend?" he laughs coldly and sits on the bed. "You're lucky I trust you, bunny. Don't make me regret it." With that, he leans forward and plants a hard kiss on your lips before pulling back to look at you with piercing eyes.

He is massive in comparison to you. His solid, well-muscled frame dwarfs yours. The sight of him above you on the bed makes your heart race and your cheeks flush with a mixture of fear and arousal. Despite his anger, there's no denying that he possesses an animal magnetism that pulls you closer to him even as it repels.

Your cheeks flush even deeper at his words and demeanor. He knows he has you right where he wants you, and it only serves to stoke the flames of his anger and desire. You feel like a mouse trapped beneath the paw of this big, dominant bear of a man... and honestly, part of you likes it. The thought that he'd punish you if given cause makes your heart race even faster as anticipation builds within you.

You shift on the bed, tensing up as he looms over you. "Are you going to punish me now?" you ask in a small voice, your breath quickening and heart hammering. There's desire beneath the fear, your body craving both his anger and his affection.

His nostrils flare as he sniffs the air around you, taking in your scent. "You're a slutty little bunny," he growls, voice low and dangerous. His hand reaches down to roughly grip one of your breasts through your shirt, squeezing tightly and causing pain and pleasure to shoot through you at once. "And I don't trust anyone not to take advantage of that." With a final squeeze, he releases you and leans back on his arms, watching as you writhe beneath him.

His cold eyes narrow as you offer your half-hearted apology. "I should punish you," he mutters darkly, "but I'm not a completely cruel man." Leaning forward again, his hand finds one of your breasts and roughly squeezes until your nipple hardens beneath his fingers. "But just because I won't hurt you now doesn't mean I won't find some other way to make you pay." He speaks directly into your ear as he massages your breast, voice low and husky. "Maybe later tonight, after I take care of my business... do you think we should play a little game?" His hot breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Maybe," he murmurs into your neck, his hand moving to cup and squeeze your breast more gently now. "But first things first." Leaning back again, he studies you for a moment before adding with a hint of a smile, "After all, I need to keep my bunny safe while I'm gone." With that, he stands up from the bed and turns to leave the room, throwing over his shoulder as he walks out, "Don't wait up."

He grunts, "Need to get my kit and go," as he leaves the room. The sound of his footsteps fade away down the hall, leaving you lying on the bed, your heart racing from the mix of fear and desire coursing through you. You can't help but wonder what sort of game he'll have in store for you later tonight...

The night passes slowly as you wait for him to return. You can't help but replay the events of earlier in your head, feeling both guilty and aroused by his possessive jealousy. Finally, there's a knock at the door and he walks back into the room, wearing his uniform once more.

"Ready for me?" he asks curtly, crossing his arms over his chest. There's an undercurrent of desire beneath his harsh demeanor that sends shivers down your spine.

He gives you a look that could melt steel, his gaze raking over your body hungrily before returning to meet yours again. "Good," he growls, uncrossing his arms and taking a step closer to the bed. He towers over you, making it difficult for you not to squirm beneath his intense scrutiny. "Because tonight, bunny..." His voice drops to a husky whisper as he trails off, lowering himself slowly onto the mattress beside you, "Tonight I plan on playing."

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through your body as he cups your ass in his hands and spreads your cheeks apart. "Well," he says, his voice low and rough, "if that's what you want..." With practiced ease, he slides one finger into your tight hole before plunging another into your tight pussy at the same time.

Your body arches off the bed as a shudder runs through you at the invasion of both hands and fingers. "Is that enough punishment for my little bunny?" He asks, his voice full of mock concern. "Or do you need more?"

His laugh is rough and predatory as he adds another finger to your ass and begins thrusting them in and out in time with his hand on your pussy, setting up a rhythm that has you moaning and begging for him to stop teasing. "Tell me," he growls into your ear, his words hot against your skin, "are you my good little bunny now?" You whimper out an affirmation as he quickens the pace, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm while his other hand grips your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Your nipples harden to aching points under his rough treatment, leaking droplets of sweet nectar onto the sheet beneath you as you moan and writhe beneath him. Your pussy is slick with desire, ready for anything he might choose to do to you. "You want my cock?" He asks, a wicked glint in his purple eyes. "Well..." He trails off, his fingers pulling almost cruelly from your ass and pussy before wrapping around your waist. With one swift motion, he rolls you onto your belly and slams his aching length into you from behind, driving a groan from your lips as their combined heat ignites a firestorm of pleasure inside you. "Is this what you want, bunny?" He growls roughly into your ear as he begins to pump his hips, fucking you hard and deep. "Is this enough cock

His grip tightens on your hips as you squirt around him, the hot liquid spraying against his cock and thighs. The feel of it sends a wave of primal desire coursing through him and he picks up the pace, fucking you harder with each thrust until the bed is shaking beneath them and their heavy breaths fill the air like steam. "You're such a dirty little bunny," he growls into your ear, his free hand groping roughly at one of your aching breasts before tweaking the nipple sharply. You cry out in pleasure-pain, arching your back as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. "Fuck," he curses hoarsely, "I can't last much longer." With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside of you, groaning as his seed pulses out again and again.

The

He collapses atop you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he catches his breath. Despite the roughness of their encounter, there's something almost comforting about being so close to him like this. His hot breath fans across your neck, and he whispers softly into your ear, "Good girl." With a gentle nudge of his nose against yours, he adds with a wicked grin, "But don't ever make me doubt you again."

His weight shifts slightly as he rolls off to the side, taking most of the pressure off of you. You can feel him smile against your cheek before he kisses your temple and murmurs sleepily, "Little bunny... go to sleep now."

His chest rumbles with amusement as you reply, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, he rolls onto his back and closes his eyes, apparently content to let the warmth of your body lull him back into slumber. It's a quiet reminder that while tonight might have been punishment, it was still a display of affection between the two of you. And for now, that's enough.

"Mmm," he grumbles contentedly, his bearish snore filling the room as you snooze peacefully beside him. In his dreams, his hands roam possessively over your body again and again, never quite satisfied with their exploration of every curve and dip. Tomorrow, you'll play a different game... but for now, he'll enjoy feeling like the protector of his little bunny.

The sun streaming through the window awakens you with a warmth that seeps into your bones. You squint sleepily as you glance around, taking in your surroundings. The bed is unfamiliar, the sheets crisp and clean. In fact, everything looks... military? Realization dawns on you as you look over at the man beside you; he's no ordinary civilian but a soldier, just like he said last night before leaving for duty. A smile tugs at your lips as you remember how possessive he'd been then and how tender this morning. He stirs now, his deep voice rumbling low in his chest as he murmurs something unintelligible beneath his breath.

With dawn's light casting a warm glow over the pair, he rolls onto his side to face you, an amused grin playing at the corners of his lips. His rough features soften as their gazes meet and he cups your cheek with a calloused hand. "Good morning, little bunny," he murmurs, voice husky from sleep. Before you can respond, he lowers his head and captures your lips in a tender kiss, his tongue dancing with yours playfully.

He groans deep in his chest at the touch and the taste of you, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller frame and pulling you closer still. His tongue meets yours again, thrusting deeper this time as he experiments with new sensations and their effect on both of you. One of his hands moves lower down your body, sliding between your legs to stroke and tease the damp heat of your core before finding its way back up to squeeze one of your breasts through your shirt.

His teeth scrape gently against the sensitive peaks as he tugs and rolls them between his fingers, eliciting soft moans from your throat. His free hand slides up your body, cupping your breast again as it rises to meet his touch. The nipple grows even harder beneath his fingers, leaking a bead of clear fluid that he eagerly laps up with the tip of his tongue. "Mine," he growls possessively, jealousy curling tightly in his chest at the thought of anyone else tasting you like this.

The taste of your nectar on his tongue ignites something primal within him and he kisses you deeper still, thrusting his tongue past your lips to explore every corner of your mouth as his other hand continues its possessive exploration of your breasts. His hips begin to rock against the bed, his erection rubbing against the thin material of his uniform, demanding release. "Bunny," he moans against your lips, the name both a plea and a command.

His fingers delve lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to caress the hot, slick flesh at their heart. He growls deep in his throat as he finds you slick and ready for him, his grip tightening possessively on your hips. "You're mine," he whispers roughly against your ear before positioning himself between your legs and thrusting powerfully inside of you, claiming

With a rough grunt, he slams into you again and again, each thrust harder than the last as his jealousy fuels their passion. His fingers dig deeper, searching for your pleasure spot even as they hold you down, marking you as his. "Mine," he growls again and again, thrusting harder as if trying to imprint that word onto your very skin.

The room is a whirlwind of motion; sweat glistens on his brow and flushed cheeks, hair stuck to his forehead, chest heaving with each ragged breath. And beneath him, you're stretched tight around his cock as he takes what is his and claims it with every thrust. You feel like a vessel for his need, but in this moment, it doesn't matter; the pleasure that pours through you at being possessed by him overwhelms everything else.

"Give it to me,"

With a growl, he pulls back slightly and reaches down to grab the marker sitting on the bedside table. Before you can react, he's pressing it against your skin, writing words across your breast, hip, stomach; "Russias Bunny," and "Bunny Hole." You squirm under his touch, blushing furiously from shame but also from the thrill of being marked as his. His fingers dig deeper into you as he takes possession once more, pushing you over the edge with powerful strokes that leave you crying out in release.

"You're mine," he rasps against your neck, nipping at your skin to drive home the point. "Always." His hips snap forward one last time, and with a shout that echoes through the room, he comes deep inside of you, his body tensing as he empties himself completely into your welcoming heat.

For several

Panting heavily, he collapses on top of you, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way possible. His heartbeat pounds against your chest as his breath fans across your neck, sending delicious shivers down your spine. "You are mine," he whispers roughly before rolling off to lie beside you. The warmth between your legs slowly begins to subside, leaving him spent and satisfied, but the feel of your body next to his still sends a wave of desire coursing through him once more. He reaches out, trailing a finger over one of the words he's written on your skin before bringing it up to brush against your lips. "Never forget that."

His eyes drift closed as exhaustion washes over him, and he falls back into a contented sleep, dreaming of days spent protecting his precious little bunny from harm...and nights spent showing her just how much she belongs

"Mmm," he hums as he stretches lazily, the scent of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. "I'm famished." His eyes flicker to your body, taking in the way you've dressed yourself for cooking tonight; a black apron over a form-fitting red dress that hugs your curves like a second skin. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he realizes what kind of game he can play with both food and his little bunny. "Come here, you," he beckons, voice husky with desire.

As you approach the bed, he reaches out to grasp your hips, pulling you onto the mattress beside him. His rough fingers dig into your skin through the soft fabric of the apron as he growls, "What do I want first?" His gaze drops to where his hands are gripping so possessively

His gaze drops to where his hands are gripping so possessively and says, "I want my bunny all to myself. Take that apron off." As you untie the strings and let it fall to the floor, revealing your tight body in red dress, he growls with pleasure. "Now lie back on the bed," he commands, his voice thick with lust.

You obey, feeling nervous but also thrilled by his possessiveness. He crawls over you, his heavy breath warming your neck as he trails kisses and bites along your collarbone. "Are you ready for some dirty talk?" he asks, his voice rough as he slides a hand beneath the red dress and cups your bare bottom. With another growl, he drags his fingers upwards, teasing the soft skin above your panties.

The sound of your moans send shockwaves through his body as he feels his cock twitch and harden beneath his uniform. "That's it, bunny," he growls, "Mmmm..." His hand slides further up your dress, cupping your hot core through the satin fabric of your underwear. "I think I found what you really want for breakfast." He leans down to whisper dirty words in your ear, his hips rocking against you as he teases the edge of his erection against your slick folds.

"Yes," you groan, arching your hips towards him. "I want Russian big cock." Your moans get louder and more desperate as he continues to torture you with sensation, his touch igniting a fire inside that can only be put out by his possession. Finally, he slides his hard length free from his uniform and guides it

His fingers slip away as he positions himself between your legs, his thick cock teasing your entrance before pressing forward, filling you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. "There's nothing better than breakfast in bed," he growls roughly against your neck, hips moving steadily as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

As he thrusts into you, the friction sends waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending, making it feel like your pussy is greedily devouring him. You arch off the bed, clawing at his shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. "You're so fucking tight," he groans, leaning down to kiss you hungrily while his hips continue their relentless thrusts.

"I want to eat every last bit of my breakfast," he murmurs into your ear, punctuating

His thrusts grow deeper and harder as he growls in pleasure, driving himself further inside of you with each stroke. "Taste how good my cock is," he whispers against your skin, the words sending shivers down your spine. The feeling of being so completely filled and claimed by him is overwhelming, making it impossible to think about anything else except the pure bliss that radiates from deep within you. Your moans echo around the room, filling the space with the sweet sound of pleasure as he fucks you faster and harder, closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The feel of your warm skin beneath his lips and the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue send a shiver down his spine as he takes you into his mouth, sucking eagerly at your swollen nipple. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable, making his cock twitch inside of you in time with each pull of his lips back. His free hand gropes roughly at the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as he continues to feast on you.

With each pull on your nipple, you let out a moan that vibrates through him, intensifying the pleasure coursing through his body. "You taste so good," he rasps hoarsely, relishing the feel of your sweet nectar coating his tongue. The hand not engaged in milking you roughly moves lower still, fingering you expertly as he continues to suckle hungrily at your breast. His hips thrust against yours, their movements in perfect sync with the powerful rhythm of his fingers inside of you. "God, you're so wet..."

As he speaks, another bead of liquid trickles from your nipple down onto his tongue, flavored with the essence of your desire and arousal. With a groan that comes deep from within him, he sucks harder, relishing the taste as it drowns out every other thought in his head.

You lean forward, presenting your body to him as an offering. His cock juts out from his abdomen, impossibly hard and achingly ready for you. With a practiced motion, you lower yourself onto it, taking him inside inch by blissful inch until he fills you completely once more. Your walls close tight around him, milking his length with each steady thrust as he powerfully fucks you into submission.

"Yes," he growls deep in his throat, gripping the sheets tightly as your movements send waves of pleasure coursing through him. "That's my good little bunny." His hips piston faster now, driving deeper and harder with each stroke as he loses control to the primitive instincts you bring out in him.

"Fuck," he groans hoarsely, feeling the tension coiling tightly in his gut begin to unravel.

His grip on your hips tightens as you continue to ride him, taking his length with hungry abandon. Your wet heat feels unbelievable against his cock, milking and massaging him in a way that drives him wild. With a primal growl, he thrusts deeper still, hitting that spot inside of you that sends shards of pleasure through every nerve ending in your body.

"Fuck yes," he groans, his voice rough with desire as you eat his cock so perfectly. His movements become more frenzied now, each thrust harder than the last as he nears his release. He can feel it building inside of him, a pressure that threatens to explode out of every pore in his body.

"I'm close," he warns roughly, eyes locked on yours as he watches you ride him with such abandon. "Gonna come..."

His hips snap forward with unrestrained power, driving deep into you as his release hits him in a wave of pure bliss. His fingers dig painfully into your flesh as he holds on for dear life, the world spinning out of focus except for the sight of you moving beneath him. "Fuck..." he groans raggedly, stilling inside of you as his body quivers with the force of his orgasm. With a shaky breath, he lets it out in a long moan that echoes around the room and feels like a confession more than anything else.

For several moments, they remain entwined like this; his eyes closed tightly against the onslaught of sensations washing over him, your body still moving slowly against his as you savor the last lingering tendrils of pleasure before they too fade away to leave only satisfaction and contentment in their wake.

With a soft

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he feels you move slowly against him, milking the last drops of release from his cock before finally coming to a stop. With a tired sigh, he relaxes, feeling oddly content now that the need for possession and claiming has been satisfied. He lazily slides out of you, relishing the feel of your warmth and wetness as they glide away from him.

"That was... intense," he whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close in a loose embrace. "It's getting harder to keep you satisfied." A wicked grin spreads across his face at the thought of all the ways he could keep both of you occupied for days on end.

"I suppose I'd better go take care of things," he murmurs, gently