Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection

Disobedient Bunny One

The red "LIVE" button glowed at the top of my screen like a warning I was about to ignore.

I adjusted the bunny ears on my head and leaned toward the camera, the little bell on my collar jingling with the motion. My outfit barely qualified as clothing-tight enough to restrict my breathing, short enough to start wars in the comments.

"Hi Daddy's little sinners," I whispered, brushing a finger over my lower lip. "You're just in time. I was caught misbehaving again."

The screen flooded with tips and messages. I giggled and glanced back-he was still behind the scenes, quiet, watching.

"Want to know what I did?" I teased. "I said no."

A pause. Let it simmer.

"I told Daddy I didn't feel like obeying."

The tension snapped like a trigger. The chat went wild. I barely got a second to breathe before he stepped into view-fully clothed, calm, composed. Dangerous.

He didn't say a word. Just gripped my jaw with two fingers and tilted my face up until all I could see was him.

"Tell them what happens when you say no," he murmured, loud enough for the mic to pick it up.

I tried to smirk, but his grip didn't loosen. "I get... corrected."

His hand slid down the curve of my throat to the collar. Click. A leash attached. My breath hitched.

"You like being watched, don't you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

I nodded.

"You like being reminded who you belong to?"

A harder nod.

"And you like knowing all these men can see you," he growled, dragging the leash so I had no choice but to crawl into his lap, "but only I can touch you."

I melted. Literally. My thighs trembled as he spread them with just the pressure of his knee. I didn't dare look at the screen-I could feel how insane the chat was going.

His fingers slid up the inside of my thigh, tracing dangerously close but never touching. Not yet.

"Open wider," he ordered softly, "and tell them what you're being punished with tonight."

I hesitated. The blush hit my cheeks like a slap.

He reached into the basket and held up a smooth, firm carrot-like it was a weapon, not a vegetable.

I gasped.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" he murmured against my ear. "Smile for your fans, Bunny. They're paying to see you squirm."

And I did-smiling sweet and sinful while he made me remember exactly why being his was the hottest kind of torment.

tried to close my legs.

He didn't let me.

The leash tightened, tugging at my collar like a cruel reminder-I don't belong to myself right now.

"You disobeyed. And now you'll perform," he said, loud enough for everyone watching to hear the authority in his voice.

The chat was exploding. Donations. Hearts. Comments flying so fast I could barely keep up.

He didn't care.

All his focus was on me. His girl. His toy. His Bunny.

"Hands behind your