He comes on a deep sigh; creamy-white cum bursting from his cock, splashing across my knuckles and onto his stomach. His chest heaves, a deep moan leaving his throat, filling the room along with the scent of his release. He’s everywhere, and I almost come from the sight of his blissful expression.I did that;my heart soars in my chest.I did that to him like a good, caring master.And with that realisation, something strange and wonderful happens. I feel…content. Happy.Complete. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. Fulfilled. His pleasure fulfils me. And it’s everything all at once. It’s nearly too much.
“Master?” his hesitant voice drifts towards me. I smile at him, my chest expanding from the sheer beauty of him. He’s so perfect in the afterglow of his climax. So vibrant. I lean in over him as I move up his body, smearing his cum into his flawless skin. He squirms underneath me, his eyes glowing. “Master?” he repeats as I cover his entire body with mine, my face hovering above his, our lips so close that I can’t feel where he ends and I begin. His breath becomes my breath, his heart beating against my chest, each beat echoing mine.
“You belong to me now, Bunny,” I say, my voice nearly breaking on that last syllable.
“Yes.” He nods, his eyes shining, his skin nearly translucent in the dim light.
“Only me,” I croak, my eyes stinging, my chest burning.
“I only ever did,” he says so easily, so obediently. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Yes,” I agree as something inside me, missing for so long, falls into place. “No one else will ever touch you or bring you pleasure, Benjamin,” I add because, apparently, my possessiveness, when it comes to him, knows no bounds.
“No one else but you, East. I promise,” he whispers as he reaches up and links his hands around my neck, tangling his fingers through my sweaty hair. Then something flashes in his eyes, a greediness that mirrors my possessiveness. “I belong to you now, just like you belong to me.” I nod, my throat so tight from everything that he makes me feel and want and yearn for in this moment. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone before, always seeing it as something suffocating and restricting. Only now, I can’t imagine it being any other way. My life is meaningless unless I’m tied to him. “Say it,” he breathes. “Say it, East.”
“I belong to you, Benjamin. Only you. No one else.” He beams at me, and then his stomach growls. Shit, I forgot about dinner; my body already so sated. “Don’t move,” I grin. “I got you soup. Chicken. I’ll go reheat it now. Don’t go anywhere,” I add. He shakes his head, yawning, as he stretches out lazily on my bed.
“I love chicken soup,” he slurs. Thank the fucking heavens.
“I got you dessert too.” I puff out my chest because I’m on a fucking roll. I’ve got thisMasterthing down to a fucking T.
“You did?” he blinks at me. “What did you get?” he licks his lips.
“Carrot cake,” I croak. “With cream cheese frosting.”
“Eeeeeekkkkk!!!!!” he squeals, stomping his feet on the bed. “Just put a ring on it right now!” he grins, holding up his left hand, then pales, clasping both hands in front of his mouth. And I stare at him. I just stare, three words lodged in my throat.Maybe I will, Bunny. Maybe I will.
Chapter Twelve
Bunny
Favourite things.The bright blue of my master’s eyes. The deep frown between his dark blond brows when he studies me and thinks I don’t notice. If I didn’t know him by now, I would think I’d done something to upset or annoy him, but I know that it’s just his ‘East is serious and focused’look. Because if I drop something on the floor—like I’ll do in five seconds—he’ll come rushing, fussing over me, making sure that I’m okay. See? The stack of empty boxes I was carrying has hardly hit the floor before he’s at my side.
“Bunny,” he grunts, raising a brow at me. “What have I told you? Leave the heavy stuff to me.” I snort as he looks me up and down, wearing that frown I just want to lick at until it goes away. Because I love it the moment it reappears, my grumpy East returning to me. “Are you all right, darling?” he says, his voice growing softer, tender.
“Yes, East.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “I’m quite all right.” I suck on my bottom lip. He groans, shifting on his feet.
“Not now,” he hisses, leaning in, his breath hot against my ear. “Not here.”
“Yes, Master.” I blink at him, going for my bestoblivious Bunnylook. He groans even louder.
“Don’t.” His piercing blue eyes sparkle and I know I’m in for it later. Maybe he’ll finally stuff me with that plug. The one with the fluffy white bunny tail on it. I’m dying to get stuffed, to feel it’s cool smoothness inside me, while my master hopefully fucks me with it while he blows me. I’ve asked him several times already, but he insists—ugh—that I’m not ready. What does he know? I’m so ready. Beyond ready.
Of course, East doesn’t know that I’ve been practising at home. That’s the thing about carrots; people don’t realise they have so many purposes, aside from eating them, of course. They make perfect dildoes, actually. They’re solid, hard, and you can get them in all sorts of shapes and sizes. There are slim ones and fat ones. Straight ones and crooked ones. They have ridges that feel amazing when you slide them in and out of your hole, just mind-blowingly amazing. I’ve been practising a lot. I want to be ready for my master for when he finally gives in. Which I hope is soon because, you know, this bunny is dying to be stuffed.
“Stop it,” he grits, his pupils dilated, sweat beading across his oh so serious forehead. I want to lick that too. Just drink it right down.
“I didn’t do anything,” I pipe up.
“You were moaning,” he says, his voice low, a subtle warning in the ‘you’ that gets me instantly hard.
“Oh,” I giggle. “Oopsie. Sorry about that.” I blink.Oblivious Bunnyis back. He shakes his head, but I don’t miss the smile tugging at the right corner of his mouth that he’s fruitlessly trying to fight. “Get back to work. There’s a couple coming by at three to discuss some ideas for custom chocolate for their upcoming wedding.”
“Eeeep!” I squeal, bouncing on my heels. “That’s so exciting! Iloveweddings.” I think. I’ve never been to one, but they strike me as the place where all pastel colours go to shine. Like one huge pastel colour convention. Like the Oscars only for pastel colours. And the Oscar goes to—
“You’ll be on your best behaviour, won’t you, Benjamin?” he interrupts my wayward thoughts, a glimmer in his eyes. “You’ll be professional.”
“Yes, East. Of course, I will.” Shit, that was really short notice, but I guess I’ll just have to come up with something. Spontaneous havoc. Because that’s the thing about East’s warnings. They’re notreallywarnings. They’re more like a game we play. A game we both love, that we can play over several hours while we work side by side in the shop until the air becomes so heady, so electric, that we have to close early and rush upstairs. Like when he just told me to be professional. That was a dare if I ever heard one. The next move is mine. We both know it. He’s expecting it, but he has no idea what or when. That’s the fun part.
