Bunny and Bull (1/5***)

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***This is a fantasy inspired long form erotica! There's no spice in this section, but it gets a little hot under the collar near the end. Full on smut to come later. ***

Spring was in the air- deceptively so. It was just the first of what would be many abrupt reversals from winter to spring and back again between February and April.

I hack away at the invasive dead vines around a beautiful cherry tree in the centre of the front yard. They were everywhere! The lawn was a jungle of weeds, the pond was a complete disaster and the exterior of the house needed a serious power wash. It was going to take a lifetime to fix it all, but that's exactly what I was going to do.

The sun is starting to set, which would put the time I'd guess at about 4:30pm. With one last tug I free the last of the vines, pulling them over to the compost pile and throwing them on with a huff. I take my gloves off, wiping sweat from my brow as I head inside the log home.

The light from the last rays of sunshine makes the whole place glow. I will say one thing about this absolute mess of a property, the house itself was incredible. High ceilings and exposed beams, windows at the peak of the roof to let in the sun even in the darkest days of winter. Just what a plant mama like me needs. I pluck a yellow leaf off a pothos vine climbing near the door as I walk into the space. The fire is still going in the centre of the living area, its natural round stone surround stretches to the ceiling.

I hang my jacket and check my phone on the counter. 4:22pm, not a bad guess. I check my messages.

Jess: Hey girl, are you still coming for Galentines tonight at my place?
Ray: Oh shit, is that today?!
Jess: yeah girl, it's valentine's! February 14, remember?!
Ray: Sorry, it's lay off season… time does not exist.
Jess: right, I always forget. Come out tonight! All the girls are coming.

I think of my leftover Shepard's pie with distaste.

Ray: yeah! I'd love to. Let me get ready and I'll come by.
Jess: awesome! Can you bring strawberries maybe?
Ray: I knew you had an ulterior motive.
Jess: I'll feed you dinner?
Ray: Fine, lol! See you in like, an hour.

I walk up the stairs to the master suite and turn the shower on while I strip down. I am filthy! I'd spent most of the day chopping up kindling for some fires, pulling vines and clearing out burs while the plants were still dead from the cold. I admire my curvy figure in the mirror. This had been a year of self acceptance. Counseling, nutritious food, regular work out and swimming at the rec centre, and now when I looked in the mirror my first thought was that… I loved me. Sure, intrusive thoughts did pester me sometimes -of course!- but this body experienced life for me, and it deserved to be treasured no matter what size I was. My Auburn hair is a mess, bangs sticking up at odd angles and smudges of dirt across the large, gold wire framed spectacles perched on my freckled nose. I take them off and clean them before setting them down to brush my hair and climb into the steaming shower.

Dressed in a high waisted plaid skirt of browns and beiges with leggings and a beige knit sweater, I check the time and shove my feet into brown leather boots to rush out the door.

After a quick stop I make it to Jess and Tyler's place in no time. When I arrive the party is already in full swing. Gwen and Lucy stand in the kitchen, stirring pots and checking the oven while music blares. They both greet me with cries of welcome and hugs. Lucy, a petite blonde with sweet blue eyes and an even sweeter demeanor, says,
“Ray! So good to see you! Grab yourself a glass of wine, Jess is just setting the dining room up with the gang.”
Gwen’s straight brown hair and sharp dark eyes glance down over her shoulder at me where she works at the stove
“Oh! And make sure you put some kind of gold glitter sparkle and pink dye in it for the Valentine's theme or Jess will lose it.”
I look at her quizzically.
“I warned you.”

I pour myself a glass of white wine and sure enough, there's gold edible glitter and pink dye sitting near the wine. I forgo them, not wanting to get gold and dye all over my teeth… in fact, just not liking dye altogether.
I wash the strawberries and lay them out on a towel to dry as Tyler enters the room from the garage.
“Heeyyy, Ray! Good to see you. I've been banished to the garage I'm afraid.” He pulls me into a hug.
“How are you doing, you know… valentines and all.”
I just wave my hand at him with a laugh.
“It's fine! I prefer my own company anyways.”
He smiles at me with a note of pride.
“Yeah! Totally. Good, I'm glad. Don't let the girls talk you into shots, they've already been heavy into the wine.”
I check my phone for the time and he laughs.
“I know, most of them had the day off- Gwen has been here since 2pm.”
“Oh good lord. You must be running out of projects out there.”
He grins and grabs a beer out of the fridge.
“The work is never over! You know that, what with the new property.”
He looks at the beer.
“I am running out of beer though.”
He heads back to the garage with a wave.

Jess is indeed affronted that I don't want a pink, sparkly glass of wine, pouting and huffing in frustration. And the girls do indeed convince me to have shots after dinner. Jess mixes her favourite, snickers shots and pours us all one.
“Cheers ladies! I love you all, Tyler would argue often more than him.”
Tyler's muffled assent comes from the direction of the garage. Giggles erupt from the group and we all take the shot. It's delicious, and nobody even flinches as it goes down easily. We relax in the living room, everyone is feeling tipsy and a bit boneless by now and the conversation, as it always does on valentines, turns amorous.

“So, Ray…”
Gwen starts. My stomach drops.
“I know you're totally happy, and you've been on a few dates here and there but I was wondering, what's like, your type? If I was keeping my eyes open for you.”
I breathe out a sigh as I consider that.
“Uhm… I guess… someone I have good chemistry with, and good conversation. Somebody who is interested in having a larger property, having dinner parties and spending lots of time in the creek. And…” I blush a bit, but square my jaw and continue anyways.
“Loyal. Like, Gomez Adams loyal. And family oriented”
Jess scrunches her nose.
“Ew! He's so creepy though.”
I gasp out in surprise, turning to look at her over my wine.
“You are so wrong! He's just so in love! He's obsessed! It's so romantic…”
Lucy nods along with me but the other two think it's too much.
“Whatever floats your boat I guess!”
Gwen laughs, stretching. She checks her phone and groans.
“This was the wrong week to download this dating app. I've got like, a hundred messages since this morning.”
“Are any of them even worth your time?”
Asks Lucy, seeming genuinely curious. Gwen just sighs dramatically.
“Not reaaalllyyy but sometimes you just need to scratch an itch, you know?”
“I think you're better off buying a toy, or you'll get an itch.”
Jess laughs out, looking over her shoulder at the men on the screen.
“Ugh you're probably right.”
Gwen replies with resignation.
“What about you Ray, are you online?”
“Oh! No, not anymore. I tried for a few months but the conversations were really bad and the dates were worse.
Gwen is nodding sadly at this.
“It's true, they're terrible.”
“Well maybe you weren't using the right app! There's so many now.”
Jess suggests to me with a shrug.
“I don't know… I'll think about it!”

The party gets rowdier and rowdier as the night goes on. Gwen does tarot readings for us and Lucy goes into way too much detail on her and Greg's latest attempts to conceive their third child. Tyler joins eventually, and Lucy’s husband Greg as well. I'm quite drunk by the time I climb into Greg’s van. The whole thing is littered with kids toys and books and car seats… I have to climb way into the back to find a spot. My heart does sad little flips as I see the ***'s stuff. Just over a year ago, I hoped I'd be driving around a dirty van filled with kids' stuff right about now. But things change, I guess. Time to move on and get over that dream.

Greg and Lucy wave me off with the promise of a board game night on Tuesday and I walk back to my dark house. I flip a few lights on and slump down on the couch unhappily. The silence is unbearable. I turn on some music to drown it out and my shoulders relax as sound fills the space.

Of course I'd have to think about it… about him right at the end of the night. After so much wine. I feel wound up tight with too much anxious energy. I take some deep breaths and check in with myself. I'm okay. I'm sad, and grieving the loss of a life I may never get to lead now, but I'm okay.

I light the wood in the fireplace and set the ambiance in the room. I didn't need someone else to romance me, I could damn well do it myself. I light delicious smelling candles and sit back down with a cup of tea to doom scroll. As I go to open up social media to check out gardening tips and reno videos, an ad pops up on my feed.

A new dating app, kinQ. Like kink with a Q I guess? I hadn't really considered myself kinky until my ex, Dave. He had been a “submissive” and had asked me to do all kinds of things to him. Although I was mostly amenable… it wasn't something I was good at. Most of the time when we watched videos on it together or I researched things online to surprise him with, I just wished I got to be in his position. I had to think and focus and be in control of every aspect of my life, all the time. It would be so nice to just shut my brain off for an hour and let someone else worry about how I feel. Let go of the control…
I open the app and read the description.

Take our KinQ quiz today to find out where you fall on the fetish spectrum!
Create a profile, chat, flirt, and meet people based on your exact specifications.

Huh. Not just a flood of messages from a thousand horny guys, but a list of guys curated for exactly what I was looking for…? Maybe it was the wine talking, but that didn't sound like a bad idea at all!

I download the app and when it opens it starts with the quiz rather than account creation.

Do you consider yourself submissive or dominant?
Well… I wasn't dominant. Which meant I must be submissive. I click on it and it opens up a new list of questions based on my answer.

Do / would you enjoy being tied up?
A little shiver escapes me at the thought. I had asked Dave to do so several times on special occasions, but he never had. Always requesting it for himself instead.
“Yes.”

How much control do you like your partner to have?
My wine addled mind day dreams about never having to worry about anything, ever again… God, to just garden, and raise some kids and sell produce at the market, let someone else worry about everything else… that would be the dream. My finger fumbles over the slider bar and I accidentally push it all the way to 100%. Mmmmm… not quite 100. Let's call it 80% just to be safe.

Do you like to be degraded?
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. Not even a little bit. I select “absolutely not”.

How much do you enjoy *** in the bedroom?
I honestly wasn't sure… maybe a bit would be fine? Spanking or something? Sure. I select “I'm curious”

Do you enjoy the idea of being spoiled, carefree and taken care of?
I don't even have to think about it, I select “yes”.

Do you like the idea of breaking rules or winding someone up in order to receive punishment?
Oh… another maybe! I did like to tease… maybe a little punishment for my troublemaking could make it kind of sexy.
I click “I”m curious”

Would you like to go on a date where your partner consensually chases you?
My stomach squirms at the thought… I did like that…
“Yes.”

Do you like the idea of being in a “pet” and “owner” dynamic?
“Not at all.”

Would you enjoy serving your partner as a slave?
“Maybe a little bit”

I lose track of all the questions, there are dozens of them on a variety of kink topics, some I'd heard of and some I hadn't. Each topic has a helpful link with a description to familiarize the quiz taker on unusual terms. There's one final question, and then I click complete.

It loads for a long moment and then my results flash onto the screen. There's a variety of titles and descriptions with percentages beside them, but I'm rooting through to see if I can find the matches yet.

Complete your profile to be matched with your potential candidates!

I groan inwardly. Okayyyy. It needs a photo so I stand in front of the long mirror beside the door and pose, cropping my face out of the picture and uploading it.

Then it wants me to list my kinks! It's got a long list and I read through them, selecting anything that sounds appealing.

Submission, biting, dirty talk, massage, kissing, spanking, breath play, masks, wax play, restraints, rough sex, paddles, sex at work, sex outside, sex in water, sapiosexual… it goes on and on, there must be a thousand of them! and then I see an option that makes my breath catch. My lip quivers as the alcohol makes my emotions run rampant. I wasn't going to let some guy ruin anything for me, I liked the idea and that was the question, so I was going to answer it. I add it to the list along with several others.

It asks for a short write up on turn offs, and I type out… “Please don’t call me mean names, I'll cry. And not in a fun way.” And “absolutely no *** or ***.”

Then with a click on continue, it's done!
Your KinQ sign is the bunny!
You're resilient and sweet and looking for someone to take care of you, in all kinds of ways… lets help you find someone to do what bunnies do. Enter username now.
I type “Ms.Bunny” with a giggle, kicking my feet at the accurate description.

A list of profiles with pictures, ages and short descriptions pops up. They organize them by distance it looks like… suddenly there's a pop up.
Meet your best match!
There's a photo of a man in a black suit and one of those ski masks with the skull ***ted on it. He looks huge, with a wide chest and large hands. He adjusts his cuff with a hand that holds a paddle and the whole image makes me squirm with excitement.
HopelessRomantic - 38 - 150 miles away
Daddy dom / rigger / hunter
KinQ sign: The bull - Territorial and single minded, he knows what he wants, and once he's found it he’ll chase it with an unmatched intensity.
96% match

So, he was a bit older than me… and it looked like he was a bit farther away than I usually dated… but… his picture was quite nice, and the description of his kinQ sign seemed very appealing. The wine makes my decision for me and I open a message to him. Just as I do so, I see an ellipses at the bottom.

HR: Hello, Bunny. Don't you look sweet. What trouble are you getting into tonight? Happy Valentine's day.

I nearly squeal with delight, sitting up to sip my tea as the fire crackles merrily in front of me.

Ms.B: Hello, Romantic! Why thank you. 😉 I just got back from a girl's only valentines party! It was a lot of fun 🥳 happy Valentine's to you as well!
What are you up to tonight?

HR: That sounds like a lot more fun than my night. I had a few late meetings, cooked supper, did a quick workout… nothing too crazy!

Ms.B: Sounds very productive! What other sorts of stuff do you do for fun?

I see the ellipses appear and disappear several times before finally,

HR: I like all sorts of fun things. Travelling, hunting, boating, most anything outside. But I like a good home cooked meal and a sunset in the hot tub just as much.

I nearly drool at the list. God, he sounded just perfect…

HR: What about you, bunny?

Ms.B: That is a great list… I like everything on it except hunting! I've never been.
Oh gosh I like so many things.
Gardening, reading and cooking are probably my top 3. But I also love hosting events and parties. Dinner parties are my favourite. And anything on the water! Paddle boarding, swimming, river floats, creek floats, hot springs… I love being in the water so much ❤️

HR: I love that you get so excited about the things you like. You sound even better than your profile, beautiful.

A flush crawls up my neck and I bite my lip as I read the words again. What a smooth talker.

HR: Do you have much experience in dominant/submissive relationships?

Ms.B: Not in the way that I’d like! My ex was submissive and sort of introduced me to the concept, but I didn't like being dominant for him so I thought I'd look into the other side of things.

HR: Poor little bunny, having to be in control when all she wants to do is let go.

Yes! Cries a little voice in the back of my mind. It makes me want to pout and agree with him.

Ms.B: What about you?

HR: I have had some fairly extensive experience since my early 20’s. I teach a class on rope bondage for fun sometimes. Passing on my knowledge to an eager student is something I enjoy very much.

He was experienced enough to teach a class? Why was that so hot? I gnaw on my lip and take some deep breaths, be chill, Ray.

Ms.B: Oh wow! That's so cool! Rope is something that's always interested me, I've seen lots of pictures online and it can be so beautiful. Plus… the idea of that sort of ***ness and trust is sexy.

HR: It is quite beautiful, but also utilitarian. I'd love to show you my work, maybe even give you a demonstration if you’re interested in trying it.

My heart races at the thought! Join one of his classes? Maybe have him demonstrate on me?… I turn bright red, did I feel comfortable enough with my body now to let people see me in such a *** way?

Ms.B: That sounds so amazing, but I haven't really seen rope work on anyone with my body type… I worry that I'd look a bit silly!

HR: You’re going to look absolutely perfect, bunny. To be honest, it's my preference. Your curves will look delicious under my rope.

My thighs press together involuntarily. The way he wrote, with such confidence and authority… it really did it for me.

Ms.B: Well, I suppose you're the expert! ☺️ You make it sound very appealing, I think I'd like to try sometime.

HR: I can't tell you how much I look forward to that. I visit your area quite frequently to visit a good friend of mine.

I groan and I nearly drop my phone on my face as fantasies about this masked man plague me.

Ms.B: Lucky me! 🥳 Would it be okay if we got to know each other first? I'd be happy to exchange socials, or Textit info?

HR: I don't have social media I'm afraid, but I'd be happy to download an app if it means my sweet little bunny will text me.

I sip my tea and wait a few long moments. Was this wise? Probably not. But it felt right in the moment so who the hell cares? A message comes through with an invitation to add him on the app and I click the link, and immediately a message bubble pops up.

HR: Would you like to see a couple pictures of my classes, bunny?

Ms.B: Yes, please! That would be so interesting! I’m Ray, by the way.

HR: Pleasure to meet you Ray, I’m Roman.

What a sexy name… or, was it? The wine certainly said it was sexy. Several photos are uploaded and I click them open, and my jaw drops. The man in the profile picture stands there, mask off. He's got a serious, strong face and a thick white and sandy brown stubble around his full mouth. His light brown hair is threaded through with gray as well and styled neatly, and in his strong hands he ties a section of rope around a woman's wrists. She hangs suspended stomach down with her legs and arms pulled behind her back and tied together. Criss crossing ties and knots cover her from throat to pelvis and keep her suspended at various points. I wonder if it's uncomfortable, but the woman in question looks quite relaxed, she wears black leggings and a tight black long sleeve shirt to highlight the red rope and her head hangs loosely as if she's just enjoying a relax on the couch. There are two more showing different positions of the same woman and Roman, in one photo he smiles dangerously at the camera, electric blue eyes glittering and my stomach flips.

Ray: Roman, that's incredible! And you're so handsome! I feel bad, you haven't seen my face. Let me send you some pictures as well! I'm afraid they won't be quite as exciting haha! 😂

I scroll through my photos and pick a few of me doing various activities, on vacation, swimming, dancing at a wedding… and then for good measure I take a selfie with my tea beside the fire and send them along before I can think better of it.

Roman: Aren’t I a lucky man. Look at those sexy curves… I could just eat you up my pretty little bunny. Is that what you're doing right now? Having your tea by the fire?

Ray: Yes! Just relaxing before bed.

Another photo comes in from him and I open it. He's sitting in an office chair, facing a mirror and pointing the camera at it so I can see his whole body where he reclines. He's smiling straight at me in a devilish way, one hand in his pocket. He wears a black shirt stretched over his muscular chest and the entire image makes me instantly wet. Oh god. He was so hot.

Ray: Still in the office so late?

Roman: I’m afraid so. Just a couple more emails and then I can head to bed, take my bunny and her pictures with me.

A zing of pleasure races straight to my nipples, hardening them. Being held by him and snuggling up in a warm bed? Yes, please.

Ray: That does sound nice… but the lady in me says you should probably take me on a date first.

His reply comes in nearly instantly, like he flew to send it as fast as possible in his excitement.

Roman: That can be arranged. Maybe not for a week or so though, I've got a major project I'm just finishing up at work.

Was I really doing this? Why the hell not? I was single, he was handsome and experienced and seemed enthusiastic to show me this world he knew so much about.

Ray: I think I’d like that! Just to confirm, you are single as well?

Roman: Certainly. I have been for a while now, but I find I'm longing for a change in my life. Maybe a major one.

Ready to settle down then, that certainly appealed to me. At 38 that made sense. I was 30 and I definitely was ready for that myself, dating held little appeal after spending years living with another person. I sit in the empty house and sigh into the quiet.

Ray: Me too.

Roman: I’m very happy to hear that, Ray.
Roman: I bet you’re sleepy after such an exciting day, aren’t you?

My eyes do feel heavy and a yawn escapes me, I realize that my tension from earlier has evaporated… and I am indeed quite sleepy. I stretch out my limbs and neck and type a reply.

Ray: Yes actually! I was feeling quite wound up earlier but between you and the tea, I’m feeling a lot more relaxed.

Roman: I’m so glad. I'd like to keep relaxing you tomorrow too, so why don't you get some rest, my little bunny?

I didn't usually like pet names, Dave had called me “sugar” around his friends, and I hated that. When Roman called me his, though… his little bunny… damn, he could call me anything as long as he put “my” in front of it.

Ray: mmm that sounds like a good idea. Thanks for restoring my faith in online dating services 😂 it's been nice having a real conversation.

Roman: Happy to help. Sweet dreams, Ray.

Ray: goodnight ☺️

With a happy sigh, I put my phone in my pocket and stand, poking the fire till it goes out and shutting everything down to head to bed, mind whirling with images of handsome, big men with rope and paddles.