Chris Evans & His Characters One Shots

Rabbit Trap Part 6

Lexi could have the leftovers; I had the man. His strong hands which had abused my ass just before gently caressed my skin over the bumps of the ropes digging into me. I vaguely felt him slip something on my finger as he pulled me to the side so I wouldn't get lowered into the mess that we had made of the marble floor. Angela came to help him untie me; all I could hear was muddled nonsense as I just existed blissfully. The cold of the stone floor soothed my overheating body and took the sting out of my butt cheeks and tingling limbs as Chris rolled me over to cradle me on his lap. The bearded beast of a man that had trapped me and taken me... now rubbed blood flow back into my arms and legs with a gentle expression and traced the marks of the ropes in my skin lightly with his fingertips. I drifted further into subspace.

The knotwork that had been so long to put on as we took tons of pictures was undone quickly between him and Angela. That minx, she had to have been in on it the whole time...not that I would ever be mad at her for it. Not that I could hold that thought in my head that long.

"Come with me my good little rabbit. Let's get you clean up, fed and in bed. We have wedding plans to make tomorrow."

I was engaged...that had not really hit me, and I still felt it only as a distant surprise as I looked at the shiny rock on my finger. He picked me up in his arms like I was just an oversized pillow then turned and carried me up the stairs. We were both naked, I could hear his heart beating steady and loud in his chest in time with my own pounding in my ears for some reason. I couldn't stop looking at the diamond the size of one of my fingernails now flashing in the chandelier light.

He pushed through a door, then another with out me really tearing my eyes away or coming back to earth enough to look around. I could smell scented candles and the lights were low, a splash sound started to get my attention again from my free float, but I nearly dissolved moments later as he sank down into a large tub of hot water. He cradled me on his lap and started bathing me, gently with a scrub and soap all over. I lay between his legs, his manhood at the small of my back and he stroked every inch of my body gently with soap slowly and massaged it into my hair and scalp. He lingered in the intimate places as much as he did the red marks of the ropes and handprints on my ass. The slightly salty water soothing all the aches away seemingly forever.

We lay in the hot water even after the bathing was done and he laid strawberries, grapes, and cheese cubes against my lips to urge me to eat. I drowsily complied and had no idea how long that went on for. I must have fallen asleep against him for a while though, I woke muzzily as he dried me with a towel and carried me the rest of the way to a soft bed in the dark. Low candlelight was the only thing that showed the way to it. It flickered prettily on the ring I kept looking down at. I drifted off again as soon as he set me down in the bed and spooned me from behind under the heavy blankets.

I dreamed of the wedding...and of the honeymoon... things I had thought I never wanted. Things I thought I would never find someone I wanted to have them with or who would want me, damaged as I was. But he did, he had hunted me down and snared me. I was his, he was mine. The world was good and as I fell asleep again with his arms wrapped around me and something stiff again pressed against my ass...all I could amusedly think of was how much fun it was going to be to write this up for the forums.

"Dear Playboy, this is the story of how I became Mrs. Chris Evans..."