And I’m right. Kind of. When I unfold the adult-sized pale-pink bunny onesie and hold it up between us, an animal-like screech tears from his lips and he starts bouncing up and down.
“Ohmygaaawd, Eeeaaast!” he cries, making grabby hands at the pink horror. “I always wanted one of these!” Of course he did.Hallelujah, praise Amazon.I had it delivered last week but hadn’t found the right time to give it to him yet. “Can I put it on?” he pants, near-drooling. “Can I, Master?” He blinks. “I know you want to fuck me real bad.” He gestures at the clear outline of my fat cock behind my pants. “But I just wanna try it on and then you can tear it right off again.”
“No need.” I smirk, turning the onesie around and presenting him with the back. His eyes go wide and crimson washes across his cheeks, down his chin, and all the way down his neck. His right hand flies to his crotch, and he looks like he’s close to coming, his gaze fixated on the flap on the back, just where the bunny’s bottom is.
He leaps into my arms, and I just manage to catch him, before we both stumble towards the bed, landing so that he’s straddling me. Showering me with kisses, he pulls at my shirt, the top two buttons flying off, the sound of fabric tearing.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He presses the words against my skin, his breath warm and moist against my collarbone. Then he sits up, his hair deliciously ruffled, his eyes swimming. “Don’t go anywhere.”As if.“I’ll be right back,” he pants, before sliding down my body.
“Where’re you going?” I grit out. I’m so horny I think I’m going to pass out or suffer an acute implosion of the balls, if that’s even a thing. He clutches the bunny onesie against his chest as he backs towards the bathroom, his eyes glued to my massive erection.
“Stay right there,” he says, smiling. “Get naked.” Then he seems to catch himself. “Please, Master. I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Nineteen
Bunny
Icould’ve easily undressed and put the bunny onesie on in front of East, but the truth is I needed a minute to myself. I rest my hands against the cool porcelain of the sink, my skin flushed and heated. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.In and out. In and out. Like small, soothing waves, my breath calms my body, my heart stilling from the frantic speed with which it was beating. This day. It started with my heart breaking into a thousand little pieces at the thought of having lost him. Lost everything. And now… it’s still hard to wrap my mind around it. That he wants me. Truly wants me. I suck in another breath.
There. Better.I exhale deeply, blinking my eyes open, my reflection slowly appearing in the mirror in front of me. What this spectacular man sees in me, I’ll never understand. Not in a million years will I understand why he’s chosen me, Benjamin. But the fact is, he does see something in me. And not just that. Heseesme. He truly sees me and the bunny onesie that’s waiting for me on the toilet seat is solid proof of that.
When I enter the bedroom, my master is waiting for me on the bed in all his glorious nakedness. Inches and inches of golden skin, his pink nipples standing out like two beacons, beckoning me towards him. He’s stroking himself in controlled, languid movements, his right hand loose around his cock, caressing the glistening cockhead on each upward stroke. His left hand cradles his heavy balls, fondling them absentmindedly. God, he’s eroticism personified, my Master. I wonder if he knows how powerful his presence is. What it does to me. How it brings out the beast in me who just wants to be claimed and bred and consumed.
He sucks in a breath when he sees me, his icy-blue eyes like liquid fire dancing before me. I’m like a moth to a flame as I float across the room, wrapped in a cloud of pink fleece, a protective cocoon against the outside world. There’s only us. He smiles at me, his pink lips separating and his tongue dipping out, licking along his bottom lip as a deep moan escapes him. A generous dollop of precum oozes from his cockhead and he catches it and rubs it up and down his hardness in lazy strokes.
“Darling,” he says, his voice strained like he’s barely hanging on. My dick hardens, my hole clenching with the need for him to fill me with that fat cock. To split me right open until my hole is moulded around his length, my insides forever changed around him. Just like I’m forever changed by him, my beautiful East. “Look at you,” he grits, his eyelids heavy, his cheeks painted a scarlet red. “Look at you, my beautiful, darling Bunny.”
“You like?” I shake the hood with attached bunny ears, wiggling my nose. A deep growl and a hissed ‘fuck’ are the only reply I get. East strokes himself faster, his chest heaving, a pool of sweat gathering between his pecs before it starts cascading down his abs like a river of need.
“Turn around,” he demands as he scoots backwards, sitting up slightly against the headboard, his right hand still wrapped firmly around his cock. It’s an intense red now, a fat purple vein running from the base all the way up to the swollen cockhead. It’s pulsing angrily like it’s ready to burst and I lick my lips, my mouth watering for a taste, a chance to track that pulsing vein with the tip of my tongue, feeling how it vibrates with his need for me. “Bunny,” he groans.
“Yes, Master,” I obey softly, like the good bunny I am. As I twirl around, I shake my bunny butt teasingly and another pained ‘fuck’ floats towards me. With my back to him, my instincts take over. I’m prey, waiting for the wolf to hunt me down and devour me. I shiver with need, the inside of my bunny onesie already wet and sticky around the crotch area.
“Shit,” he pants. “Shit, shit, shit.” Theslap-slap-slapof his hand against his cock echoes off the bedroom walls. “Perfect,” he moans. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
My chest swells and does a happy bunny bounce in my chest.I’m perfect. My Master thinks I’m perfect, and therefore, I am. His word is the law that I abide by. His word is the only thing that matters. His word is my only commandment.
“Bend over,” he coaxes, and I instantly fold at the hips, bending over until my nose meets my legs easily. I’m flexible from hours and hours of garden work, crouching among the rows of vegetables while weeding and caring for the tiny sprouts.
“Show me,” he says, an edge to his voice that goes straight to my balls. “Show me what’s mine.”
I whine in response, my hands flying to my butt, my fingers searching eagerly for the small buttons that are securing the flap. I struggle to unbutton the first one, my fingers shaking, and he must notice, because hehums, “There’s a good Bunny. You’re doing so well. Your Master is so very, very proud of you.”
Oh fuck.I think I have a mini orgasm right then and there. He’s proud of me. My Master is proud of me. I sigh with relief as I manage to release the first button, then the other one, the flap opening and revealing my hole for him. I still, holding my breath, my ears trying to make out the nuances of his heavy breathing. I’m so attuned to him. I exist only because of him; I realise that now. My parents never had any real power over me. It was all an illusion. I was always his from the very beginning. And I think I say it out loud because he chuckles deeply.
“Of course you were, my darling Bunny. You were always mine. I just needed to find you and bring you home.”
Home. Home, home, home,my body hums and tears spring from my eyes.
“I am home now, am I not, Master?” I sniff, tears cascading into my hair, blood rushing through my head, so loud; like an angry ocean wave crashing against the shore.
“Yes,” he sighs, and I hear the trace of vulnerability in his voice. “Yes, my heart. You are home now. You’ve come home to me.” And that’s it. I know I’m being naughty. That I’m breaking the rules. But he can punish me later for being a bad bunny. I can’t be away from him any longer. It’s simply not possible. I stand up and turn around way too quickly, the room spinning all around me, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. Then my gaze connects with his and ever so lightly, barely noticeably, he tips his chin, nodding. I rush towards him, stumbling onto the bed ungracefully, falling against his broad chest. He laughs deeply, happily, as he wraps his arms around me, burying his face against my neck.
“God, you’re fluffy,” his chest rolls with laughter, his cock digging into my stomach. I nod against his chest as I breathe him in, his musk and sweat doing things to me I can’t describe. My hole clenches, begging to be filled by his fat cock, to be owned completely and turned inside out.
“Please, Master. Please,” I whimper, brushing my nose against his soft chest hair. “Please fuck me. Please fuck your Bunny,” I’m begging him, grinding my cock against his thigh. He laughs again, his hands digging into my hips, attempting to slow my frantic movements.
“I thought I was in control,” he muses. “Are you being a bad bunny now, making up new rules?” There’s no trace of annoyance or anger in his voice, only fondness and longing.
