Zaryn Windfoot is, um, intriguing. I was going to say that she’s an enigma, but there isn’t much mystery to the girl. If you ask her a straight question, she’ll reply. She may be playful about it, and her reply might be unconventional, but she’ll tell the truth. What I find intriguing about her is that she seems entirely happy with her station in life, and I can’t imagine any woman in the same situation feeling likewise. Simply put, she’s a whore. She may technically be in a relationship with my boss, Naris, but he, for lack of a better word, shares her. He uses her as anywhere from entertainment to leverage for his business partners. The guy seems to get off on it, and she… she seems to, as well. It’s not just that she’s a whore, either, she’s practically a slave. Naris, as well as many of his associates, are completely sadistic. When I first met Zaryn, she was in the midst of being “punished” for upsetting a client. I don’t know the story behind it, but she seemed perfectly willing to accept the lashing she received. The white fur on her back was stained crimson from the severity. Despite the tears dragging streaks of eyeliner down her cheeks and the way she begged for him to stop, she didn’t seem to have any intentions on arguing or fighting back. Yet she smiles, almost all the time, like she’s living the life for her. I can’t imagine it. One night, I was down in the tavern with her. Naris was out on business, leaving me to run things in his stead. Zaryn, she had nothing to do, and when she was aimless, she could either be found flirting with the customers or reading another romance novel. That night was quiet, so she wasn’t doing much of either. She instead just leaned against the bar, her head propped in her hand, watching over the empty tables, like she was lost in thought. She looks perpetually like a teenager. Her small frame, her flat chest, her usual expression of carefree rebelliousness. She reminds me of my daughter just maybe a bit more… mature. Sexualized. Like a doll with her dark, heavy eyeliner and corseted figure. The little Bunny was tempting, I’ll admit. She’d been offered to me. No broken bones, no marks above her collarbone; those were the only rules I received. Otherwise she’d make my sickest fantasy come true. Next to the sadists she normally served, my desires for her were probably tame. If I had my way with her I’d… I would always swallow back that thought, I wondered if she noticed. I love my wife, but when a girl like that is dangled in front of you like a piece of meat, it’s hard not to want to take a bite. I hate myself for that. I was always taught to respect women, but here was one who seems to demand you throw that lesson away. She didn’t want to be respected; not in that way. She wanted to feel like an object; like property. She wasn’t, though. I couldn’t look at her that way. Which is why I tried to start up that conversation with her. “So, Zaryn, do you have any siblings?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “A sister. I don’t really talk to her anymore. She stayed back in Neverwood with my father when my parents split.” Troubled childhood. Tale as old as time. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I consoled without sounding too familiar. “What was the reason for the break-up?” “I caught my dad cheating with a young stablehand. I was thirteen. After the way that hurt my mother, I can never forgive him.” “Ah,” I remarked, not really knowing how one reacts to such a statement. “So, that explains why…” I stopped myself. I knew better. This isn’t how you talk to a woman. “Why what? Why I’m with Naris?” To my surprise, she giggled, “Ee-hee! You think maybe I have daddy issues? That I just need a strong man to take care of me?” She looked at me expectantly from behind those dark, painted eyes, but I wasn’t sure what to say. “I, er…” “You’d probably be right! Ee-hee!” She giggled again. I maybe shouldn’t have been surprised. It was exactly the sort of answer you start expecting from Zaryn: dark, perverse, and strangely vulnerable. She laughs off her pain; that was it. That’s where the smile comes from. It’s a mask to hide those wounds. I had to try and offset the mood. “Um, so you live with your mother?” “No,” she laughed, “I live with Naris. But my mom’s still in town. That’s why he doesn’t take me out on a leash. Well, that, and I assume he wants to look respectable and it’s hard to be a gentleman when you have your woman literally in tow.” Like I said: there isn’t much mystery to the girl. It’s like she has no filter. She’s honest to an uncomfortable degree. “You, uh, you want to be on a leash?” “No. I want whatever my master wants. If he wants me on a leash, that’s how it is.” I swallowed again, trying once more to bury my arousal. It didn’t work. “You’re not wearing your collar,” I mentioned against my own better judgment. It was noticeable, however. Whenever she was in Naris’ company, she wore a thick leather collar with metal loops. Seeing her without it is almost like seeing her without her make-up. Zaryn looked over and smiled at me in a way that almost seemed genuine. “My master is away, so there’s no one to hold the… Well, ‘leash’ would be appropriate here, but we went over that. No one really holds the collar, I guess. Point is: he’s not here, and it just doesn’t feel the same wearing it when he’s not around.” I wasn’t entirely sure what I had expected. “Ah, so you’re off duty then?” “Ee-hee! Why, were you hoping to have some playtime?” There’s no way she didn’t hear my hesitation. Another swallow. A blank stare. She just giggled again, “Ee-hee!” It was at that point that the bartender, Carmal, decided to let it be known that she was standing right there, listening to everything. “If you guys are going to fuck, the rooms are upstairs.” I looked to her, then to Zaryn. “Why don’t you join us, Carmy?” Zaryn asked in a way that sounded sincere. “Someone has to watch the bar,” the surly Hound replied. Something clicked in my mind. “So, you two have…” I felt that was enough information, but gestured by pointing at the two of them anyway. “One of the perks of working here,” the hound shrugged. That’s all she had to say while Zaryn gave a knowing smile. Another hard swallow. “Tell you what, Uristen,” she said to me. “I’m going up into Naris’ office to get some reading in. If you decide you want me… for anything, you know where to grab me.” She turned, and as she navigated the bar and up the stairs, I’d swear she wiggled her butt. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, which Carmal instantly noticed. “Are you going to take her up on that?” she asked, her arms folded. “I’m married,” I retorted. The Hound shrugged again. “Does it even count when it’s with a whore?” I didn’t respond, just turned back to my paperwork and tried to put the Bunny’s seductiveness out of mind. It didn’t work. As the night went on, my imagination just kept on straying back to the things I wanted to do to her. Like Naris, I’m only a fox. I’m not made of stone. After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, I put down my inventory papers and turned to leave. “Well,” I said to Carmal, “I’m going to grab a few things from the office and I’ll be right back.” “You’re going to go fuck Zaryn,” Carmal countered bluntly. “I am married,” I volleyed back. “That’s not a no,” she replied. I bristled at the comment, but let it be. She wasn’t wrong, I just would rather she be more discreet about it. If it was between Zaryn and me, it would be one thing, but now someone else knows of my weakness. Not that she seemed to care, and I didn’t think she’d say anything. Those were the sort of doubts that were circling in my mind as I ascended the stairs along with, “Oh gods, I’m actually doing this.” My heart pounded in my chest like a teenager about to experience his first time. It wasn’t too late to turn back. Yes, it was. If I turned around, Carmal would have words. Would that be so bad, though? Was I so full of pride? Before I knew it, I was in front of the door to the office. Zaryn had closed the door behind her, leaving my hand to hover before the knob. My tail swished nervously behind me as I gave one last consideration to turning back. She had to know I was standing there. I touched the cold metal and turned, pushing the door inwards. There she was, reclined over the arms of a chair, a book sitting in her lap. She looked up from it, those dark rimmed grey eyes meeting mine. She just watched, expectantly. I had made my choice. She put down her book as I shut the door and crossed the room to her, but that would be the last action I’d allow her to take under her own power. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to standing. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head and forced her lips to mine. She struggled, only slightly, before giving in entirely. She needed to know her place. I used my hold on her wrist to spin her around, pinning her arm against her back and forcing her against the desk. A gasp and then a quiet yelp escaped her lips as her chest pressed against the hardwood. I hid the fact that my hands were shaking as I undid my belt and dropped my pants, letting them slide over my tail and down to my ankles. I reached under Zaryn’s skirt, up over her tail, and grabbed hold of her lace panties. With a tug I pulled them down to her thighs before pushing myself up behind her. Stopping at this point wasn’t an option. I’m not ashamed to admit that I didn’t have nearly enough willpower to resist. That Bunny’s small frame, her shapely ass stuck out, her high-pitched moans and whines as I held her at my mercy. The world around me might as well have not existed at that moment. Everything I wanted was directly in front of me, and I could wait no longer to thrust myself into her. Another high whine as her body stiffened and she gave a slight squirm. I relished her reaction, but only for a moment before thrusting into her again. I moved into a steady rhythm, driving myself into her harder and harder. The desk rocked from the force and with every movement the Bunny moaned. It was like working out some pent up frustration. It was like venting to a close friend. A carnal catharsis. It wasn’t the woman I wanted, it was the fuck; the release. Zaryn was just here to help me work through it. She knew it too, didn’t she? This was what she wanted. She wanted to be used. I was happy to provide. I pulled away and released my grip on her wrist. I hooked one arm under her thigh and placed another on her shoulder, both moving her to roll over and allowing her to follow through herself. When she was on her back, I wasted no time in pulling her panties the rest of the way off, spreading her legs, and penetrating her again. That high yelp; it hit the same hearing it that time. An invitation to let loose on her. An invitation I took. As she moaned atop the creaking desk, I reached down and yanked the straps of her top down over her shoulder. Hooking my fingers over the bust, I pulled it down, revealing her light pink nipples. Her breasts were practically non-existent, especially when she was on her back, but seeing them exposed was no less invigorating. I grabbed at her chest with one hand, placing another on her shoulder to drive her harder onto me. The rocking of the desk, her squeaking gasps and moans, the sheer savagery of the act; it was dizzyingly intoxicating. Simultaneously, I hoped it would go on forever while I plead for release. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her soft, inviting womanhood, her euphoric expression; this was bliss. I bent over her body, moving my hand from her shoulder to the back of her head to draw her into a kiss. As our lips pressed, her moaning didn’t subside. It was perfect. She was completely submissive to my passion and it sent me into a delirium. I would never have treated a woman like this, but it was clear that this was what she craved. This was a collision of our mutual ecstasy. I drank in those kisses, pressing harder, taking pleasure from her breaths, her moans, her embrace. Yet I felt it building; a climax. I pushed off her body, taking hold of her thigh and pushing myself harder into her, driving myself into her womanhood with a building ferocity, feeling that growing sensation in my abdomen until finally… Release. I bent over her once more, bracing myself against the desk as my hot cum filled the submissive Bunny. She gasped, clenching a hand over my shoulder. Her heavy breathing was my reward. Confirmation that I had exhausted her. I remained inside her while we panted together. I drew her back in for a kiss, a reassurance of my affection for her. That thought caught me. My wife. She was the one I was affectionate for; in love with. Zaryn was… Zaryn was… I kissed her again. This time it was more out of pity. My heart cried for her. I had just used her. Perhaps that’s what she wanted, but she deserves more. Respect would be a start. Even if she didn’t think she wanted it, I was going to give it to her. She was a friend, I decided at that moment, and I would care for her. I reached out for her hand and pulled her up to sit on the desk, allowing myself to finally back away. She smiled at me; a satisfied smile. “Uristen, I should have known. All those protests were just cries for help,” she said slyly. “I wouldn’t go that far,” I denied as I pulled my pants back up. “Though, I will admit something came over me in the moment.” Zaryn giggled in response. “Ee-hee! You’d probably be surprised by how often I hear that.” I returned her smile. “Probably not.” The Bunny slid off the desk and onto her feet, pulling her panties back up under her skirt. I watched her, waiting for silence to settle between us. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re wonderful.” A warm smile grew across the Bunny’s lips. “I try to be,” she replied. “Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked, eager to please. “You just did,” she said as she walked out the door. Like I said: Zaryn is intriguing.