“Master? Please,” he cries out. “Please fuck me. I can’t…I can’t…” his eyes are wide open now, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“Ssshhh, darling,” I coax. “I’ve got you. Your master’s got you,” I add, my chest filling with pride and gratitude that I get to call myself that. What a privilege. I carefully start sliding the plug out, a firm grip on the tail, before ever so slowly pushing it in again, twisting it on the way.
“Yes!” he gasps, moving beneath me, tilting his head back, his neck bared for me in the most delicious display of submission. “Yes,” he sighs.
“You like that?” I rasp, leaning in over his body, as I find a slow rhythm to fuck him with. “You like having your tight hole fucked?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods his head furiously, his brown curls spread across my pillow like a dark halo. “More,” my greedy little beast begs, tilting his hips to meet the movement of my hand. So I give him more. I fuck him faster, harder, my other hand wrapped around both of his ankles to keep him somewhat still. His balls are tight, ready to burst, his dick pink and flushed,slap-slap-slappingagainst the back of his thighs. Although I have him completely bent to my will, his tiny body shaking with need, I have zero illusions that he’s not as much themaster of me as I am of him. It’s a push and a pull; his need spurs me on, while my crumbling restraint fights to put a damper on him before we both crash all too soon.
My clothes are starting to feel suffocating, the need to have his naked skin against mine while I fuck him taking over. Without warning, I release the grip around his ankles, pull the plug from his arse and throw it on the bed before I start stripping at a furious pace, almost like I’m participating in the naked Olympics or some shit like that. Bunny screams, not from pain, but with annoyance, a disappointed “Hey!” shooting from his lips.
“Eager, are we?” I laugh as I bend to get rid of my socks. He throws me a frustrated look, his thighs resting against the sheets, still spread wide open for me. He looks pissy and even his hole seems to be pouting. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll get the real deal soon enough.” I smirk like I’m Burt Reynolds in some cheesy 70s movie. He huffs at me, but I still notice the small smile he’s trying to swallow. Chucking my briefs, I grab my cock, giving it a few strokes just to take the edge off.
“Promises, promises,” the little minx tsks, a challenge in his muddy-grey eyes that I feel like just fucking right out of him. But all in good time. Moving up the bed, I press kisses along his feet and ankles, while Benjamin giggles and wiggles. I lick along his calves, trying to give them both equal amounts of my attention before I nibble and bite my way up the back of his thighs. When I finally arrive where I’m supposed to be, resting between his welcoming thighs, our bodies flush against each other, my gaze searches his. I find his eyes worried, a hesitant frown between his brows. My chest tightens, worried that, after all, I’ve hurt him somehow or that he’s changed his mind.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to hold back my concern. There’s a wet sheen to his eyes now and I think I must have hurt him somehow.
“I hurt you.” I wince, regret coursing through me.
“No!” he rushes out. “Never! Not you, East. Never you,” he whispers. Oh, thank God.
“Then what is it? Please tell me, darling.”
“I haven’t done this before,” he mumbles, his eyes two pools of watery greyish mud. Oh, my poor baby bunny. If that’s it, then we’re good. We’re so good.
“I know.” I smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’ll be careful,” I promise. “I’ll go slow, darling.”
“No!” He looks panicked. “If we go any slower, I’ll die.” He looks mortified and I can’t help but laugh. “I mean it,” he says. “I need you now, East.” As if to stress the urgency, he pushes his hard dick against mine, all slick and pulsing.
“Then what is it?” I groan at the feel of him,my love, underneath and all around me. His scent, his taste, he’s everywhere. Even if I aired out my bedroom for a lifetime, he would still be here. Always here. He’s under my skin now, ingrained in every cell.
“I want to feel you. All of you, East. Nothing between us.” His eyes are wide, expectant, a silent plea in them.
“Oh,” I say as recognition dawns on me. “Are you sure?”
He nods eagerly, squeezing his thighs tighter around my hips.
“I’m sure,” he says. “Completely.”
“Okay.” I nod. I was tested after my last failed relationship, and I don’t fuck around. I’m on PrEP too, so I know I won’t be putting him at risk, but still, the massiveness of what he’s about to give me doesn’t escape me. Warmth pools in my chest and now my bloody eyes are stinging. “I love you, Benjamin,” I tell him what’s in my heart. “I’ll never hurt you, not intentionally.”
“I know, Easter Bennett,” he blurts. “I know you won’t. There’s only good in you.MyEast.” Fuuuck.
“Now, I don’t know about that.” I chuckle, because I’m far from a saint, if that’s what he thinks.
“I do!” He beams. “Now, please, will you finally fuck me, Master?” He bats his eyelashes endearingly.
“You sure?”
“Yes! For goodness’ sake, East!” he glares at me.
“Very well. But if there’s anything I do that you don’t like, or that doesn’t feel okay, you will tell me.” I raise a brow at him, going for my best stern master look. He nods again, his hands finding my ass cheeks, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“I will. I promise.”
“Good Bunny. Because it may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but it’s not supposed to hurt, all right?”
“Yes, Master,” he says, all sugary sweet. Shit, I’m so fucked.
