“I know,” I say, closing the gap between us, my lips brushing lightly against his. I can’t help but wonder what made him so… closed off. And what it is I do that makes his walls come down. I’ll have to ask him sometime when I’m not so horny. He sighs, his body relaxing, his weight pressing against me, and I feel his hardness against my thigh, once again igniting my desire for him. “Please,” I whimper as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, stealing all the air from my lungs. And then he, once again, takes over my entire world, my mind going blank, my senses betraying me. And I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. I think I even say it out loud at one point because he chuckles against my neck while my fists are buried in his hair.
“You don’t mind, huh?” he laughs, biting the words into my skin, sure to leave bruises. But I don’t mind that either. I want there to be bruises. I want him to cover me in them so that when I wake in the morning and look at myself in the mirror, I’ll know this was all real and not a dream.
“I don’t,” I gasp, my back swaying as I rise from the bed to meet his touch, to give him better access. “I don’t mind at all, East. I don’t.”
“Funny,” he grits, now against my collarbone… or is it my chest? It’s like he’s everywhere all at once, consuming me, devouring me, my body humming with lust.
“Funny,” I giggle, although I have no idea what he means. “Funny.”
“Yes,” he licks down my sternum, his tongue raspy and wet. “Such a funny little thing, aren’t you, Bunny? My Bunny.”
I nod, my eyes stinging, the ‘my Bunny’ floating through me, while he buries his face against my stomach, blowing raspberries against my belly button. Again, he surprises me, pulling laughter from my lips, his silliness so unexpected. I squirm underneath him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his teeth find the hair around my dick, tugging at it.
“Please,” I near-sob, asking him for something that is so foreign to me but that I knowI only ever want to experience with him, my master. “Please, Master.” I push my hips from the bed wantonly, all decorum gone.
“You want my mouth on you, Bunny? Is that what you want?” He sucks the words into my skin, his warm breath wrapping around my needy dick; a promise of what’s to come.
“Yes, please. God, yes,” I beg him. “I want it. Please, Master. I want it all.”
Chapter Eleven
Easter
I’m not usually a giver. Most often I’m on the receiving end, just taking and taking, usually oblivious to my partners’ needs. Or so at least I’ve been told. But with him, with Bunny, it’s different. Iwantto give. No, Ineedto. As I suck his hard cock into my mouth, his pleasure becomes the sole focus of my world. Everything else ceases to exist and there’s only him, my new compulsion. My only vice.
The taste of him explodes on my tongue; his sweetness with a tangy aftertaste addicting from the first lick. I’m doomed, I realise, without a shadow of regret. There will never be anyone else, but I accept my fate with calm gratitude. I’ll never need anyone else, that much is clear. But whether I’ll be enough for him… only time will tell.
I greedily suck his entire length into my mouth, all the way back into my throat, and he moans loudly, his fingers pulling at my hair. Fuck, he’s so into this, into me, and my chest just about explodes with pride. Because I’m the one doing this to him. I’m the source of such explicit and vivid pleasure. And it’s new. And addicting.
I know I bring people pleasure with my chocolate. That I make them drool and moan and sometimes feel intoxicated. I know they speak of the ‘Bennett Effect’while they swoon, batting their eyelashes in mock ecstasy. And I do take pride in that, quite a bit actually. But this is different. This is not my creation—it’sme. WhatI’mdoing to him right now, to my Bunny, taking him apart.I’mtaking him apart, lick by lick, suck after suck.
He squirms underneath me, his cock leaking into my mouth, arousal emanating from his crotch, his hole, his entire body. I can’t wait to take him, to bury my entire face against his hole, torturing him with my tongue until he comes on my face. Fuck, I want him to explode on my face. But not today. Not yet.
“Please,” he whimpers, as he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “Yeeesss,” he moans as I gag around his cockhead. “Yes.” I lick along the back of his cock, my tongue registering every vein and curve on the way, how he pulses and how he feels, until I reach his flushed cockhead. I stay there, circling my tongue around and around and around until he’s sobbing with need.
“Please, Master,” he pants. “So close. I’m so close.” His fingers tighten in my hair, the sting causing goosebumps to erupt across my shoulders and down my spine, my cock so hard it’s bordering on painful.
“Not yet, darling.” I blow at his cockhead, and he whines. Like an animal, he whines as he arches his back, tilting his hips to chase my mouth. Laughter bursts from my lips at the sight of him, at the effect I have on him. The neediness that I pull from his body with my mouth alone. My lips buzz from the feel of him, and I dive back in, digging the tip of my tongue into his slit, the precum coating it. He screams then, his entire being shaking, his hands now claws threatening to pull me apart, too. Idrink him in, sucking hungrily at his cock like a famished man. And when it comes to my sweet, sweet Bunny, I fear I am and always will be—famished and insatiable.
“Master, Master, Master,” he chants, wiggling beneath me, his body tense with need. “Please, please, please,” he squirms.
“Not yet,” I repeat as I pop off his cock, my gaze trailing up his shivering body. He’s a mess; his frail chest flushed a pretty pink, nipples pointed and slightly darker than his porcelain skin. His eyes are squeezed tight, his face distorted in pleasure-pain, tears trailing down his cheeks, and into his damp hair. He’s so beautiful, my Bunny, in the throes of passion.
“East!” he screams, when I dive back in between his thighs, sucking his full balls into my mouth. They’re heavy on my tongue, reminding me of the place I’ve taken him to, of how I’ve unravelled him. “I can’t,” he sobs. “I can’t, Master,” he slurs. I release him from my mouth, the taste of him invading me.
“Too much?” I ask, suddenly concerned, reminding myself that he is new to this.
“Yes. No.” He shakes his head.
“Bunny. Look at me,” I beckon from between his thighs. “Look at me.” His eyes flutter open, a deep umber, pupils blown wide. His mouth is slightly agape, his lips puffy. “You have to tell me if it’s too much. I want to be a good master for you.” He nods slowly, tears swimming in his eyes.
“You are,” he whispers. “You are, East. You’re so good. Only good.” His gaze flickers before he looks away.
“But?” He continues to avoid my gaze, and I reach up, tweaking his left nipple to get his attention. Heat flashes through his eyes, precum oozing from his slit.
“It’s so hard,” he admits. “I’ve never…” He blushes even more. “Your mouth…it’s…I can’t.” I can’t help smiling. My shy, innocent Bunny. He needs me. Oh, how he needs me. I’ve never wanted to be needed before, I realise, always having found it a burden to have other people rely on me.
“Spread your thighs,” I rasp. He looks at me wide-eyed but complies like the good Bunny he is. His cock rests across his abdomen and I grab it around the base, tightening my hand around his length as I start stroking him in firm, languid strokes. “Come for me, Bunny,” I spur him on, knowing full well that once he has my permission, it’s only a matter of seconds. “I want you to.”
