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. I want to give. No, I need to. 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’s me . What I’m doing to him right now, to my Bunny, taking him apart. I’m taking 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. I drink 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 s miling. 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.”
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 this Master thing 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.