Chapter Nineteen
Bunny
I could’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. He sees me. 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.” The slap-slap-slap of 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 he hums, “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.
“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t mean to be a bad Bunny,” I whine. “I want to be good for you, only good. But…” I lift my face from his chest and blink at him. “I haven’t been fucked for so long.” He raises a brow at me, a smirk playing along his full mouth.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I nod eagerly.
“Didn’t I fuck you good enough last night?” He frowns.
“You did!” I rush out. “You did. So good. It’s just…” Shit, flames lick up my neck with equal parts embarrassment and lust.
“Just what?”
“I’m just so needy for you, Master.” I gulp. “All the time,” I admit. “It’s all I ever think about. How empty I feel.”
“Fuck,” he growls, digging his cock into my stomach. “Will you behave then?” I bob my head up and down, the bunny ears flopping all over the place. “Is that what you need to behave?” he coos, rubbing his hand behind my bunny ear, petting me gently. “You need to be fucked?” I nod eagerly, one ear plumping into my forehead. “You need your Master to fuck the bad little bunny right out of you? Is that what you need?”
“Yes, please,” I squeal. “Please, Master. Please. I’ll be good then. I promise. I’ll be good.”
“You will, won’t you? You’ll be at my beck and call if I give you my cock, won’t you, darling?” His blue eyes gleam, a deep indigo now, a feral promise in them.
“I will,” I agree, not just to this, but to everything. “Anything you want, Master. Just please…”
“Anything?” he teases and I nearly come then and there.
“Anything. Always,” I promise, sealing our fate.
“Always,” he repeats, wrapping his hand around my neck and plunging his tongue into my mouth without warning. I open for him, all air leaving my lungs as he plunders my mouth, sucking my tongue against his. He’s wet and warm, and all things dirty and delicious. He gives my throat a test squeeze before his hands slide from my neck, over my shoulders, and down my back. He pauses on the way, teasing me through the fluffy fabric, humming appreciatively. When he reaches my hips, he hesitates, then moves his hands down my thighs, digging his thumbs into my bones. I whine, because fuck my thighs. I want his fingers on my butt, in my hole, fucking me. He laughs again, releasing my mouth, licking down my chin and around my Adam’s apple, sucking it into his mouth, slurping greedily around it.
“Arghhhhh,” I scream, humping him, my dick hurting so badly now. I want to come and I want his cum in me. That’s what I want. Fuck foreplay.
He releases my Adam’s apple with a pop and chuckles. “Impatient, are we, Bunny?”
“ Pleeease ,” I beg, coming apart on top of him, tears trailing down my face. He pats my thighs, then moves his hands towards my butt. Digging his fingers into the fleshy globes, he wiggles my butt, my hole buzzing with need. His right hand then pulls away and holds up his index and middle fingers in front of my mouth.
“Suck,” he demands. “Make them nice and wet.” I nod over-excitedly because, yes, fucking finally . Sucking his fingers into my mouth, I run my tongue up and down, covering them with saliva. He pushes his fingers all the way to the back of my tongue, teasing my throat, and I gag around them. He hums, fucking my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks. “There’s a good Bunny,” he smiles. “There’s my good little Bunny.” I nod, swallowing as drool gathers in my mouth, then eventually spills from my lips and mixes with the tears as they slide down my chin and neck. I’m a mess, but I don’t care because I’m his mess.
When he’s satisfied that I’ve done a good job, he pulls them out of my mouth and holds them up in front of me. “Ready?” I nod.
“Yes, Master. I’m ready. Please.” Then his fingers disappear, and within seconds, I feel their wet coolness at my hole, prodding at the sensitive skin. I jump, but his other hand steadies me, a firm grip on my left butt cheek.
“Easy there.” He smiles, leaning in, resting his sweaty forehead against mine, and I instantly relax. “There’s a good bunny,” he praises me. “Relax, darling.” I close my eyes, focusing on my breath and the feel of him against me. His fingers circle my hole, slowly at first, until they start prodding carefully at my entrance.
“East!” I whimper, chasing his fingers, my balls ready to burst and shoot my release all over my onesie. The need to touch myself, to stroke my dick, becomes overwhelming, but I can’t. There’s no way. I’m trapped. His fingers circle my rim, around and around until I start spinning, too, blood rushing in my head. He licks at my lips, demanding entrance, and the moment I open for him, his fingers breach my hole, the sweet sting soothed by his tongue against mine. He waits until I’ve adjusted to his fingers, then starts fucking me in slow, deep strokes. Within seconds, I’m riding his hand, leaking like a faucet.
“So eager,” he tsks appreciatively against my lips. “So wet for me, my sweet, sweet Bunny.” I nod, my eyes squeezed tight as I focus on the stretch. There’s no pain now, just a dull throbbing sensation and then the promise of pleasure, all-consuming and infinite. “You’re such a little nympho, aren’t you?” He bites my bottom lip and I whine. “Such an insatiable little nympho.” I nod affirmatively, riding his fingers, my dick catching some friction against the fluffy fabric.
“I am,” I sob. “I need you, Master.” He curls his fingers inside me, rubbing against my sweet spot and I scream, my lungs echoing the sound. “ Arrgghh !” He continues to stab at my prostate, pulling animalistic noises from my lips, licking up and down my neck, and occasionally digging his teeth into my skin. Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, his fingers disappear, my hole clenching with desperation. My Master doesn’t fail me, though. Within seconds, his fat, slick cockhead pushes against my rim, and he slides into me with one smooth stroke. I think I scream again, but no sound leaves my lips. I can’t hear anything. There’s only white-hot pain and pleasure flashing before my eyes.
“So big,” I whimper, as he fills me up. “So big, so big, so big. Hurts.” I struggle around him, and he freezes for a moment before I continue. “So fucking good. It hurts so good.” He relaxes, a sigh leaving him before he starts fucking me. He splits me wide open, my hole stretched to the max, bouncing me up and down on his cock, a firm grip on my hips. And I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, connected with him in the most intimate and all-consuming way. His cockhead rubs against my prostate so good, precum shooting from my slit with each touch.
“This goddamn hole,” he grits, biting into my neck again. “This sweet, sweet little hole.” Sweat beads across his forehead and I dip my tongue out, tasting him, his essence exploding in my mouth. “You were meant to be fucked just . like . this !” He digs the words deep inside me with his fat cock.
“I am,” I gasp. “I am.”
“This fucking hole,” he growls again, biting even harder into my neck, then soothing the sting with his tongue. This is a claiming. There’s no doubt about it. It’s rough, and it’s filthy, and it’s permanent. It’s his wolf coming out, taking from me what he wants, and I go willingly. The bunny in me needs it. I need him.
His thrusts are becoming irregular now, frantic, and I know that he’s close. My chest expands with pride over what I’m doing to him, my Master. My hole pulses around his cock. It’s like he’s determined to fuck my insides raw, and I love that idea. I want to throb and ache for days as he uses my body and my hole, taking what he needs from me.
“This hole,” he repeats. “I’m gonna breed this fucking hole. I’m gonna fuck a baby bunny into you. You want that, don’t you, Bunny? You want me to breed you?” he croaks.
“Yes!” I scream because I want whatever he wants. And I think I scream that, too, because he stills for a moment, then fucks me even harder, deeper, faster.
“You’re mine,” he promises. “Every part of you belongs to me now.” I nod, my tears leaking into his golden hair.
“Yes,” I sigh, happiness filling my chest. “Yours.” And then I come. I come harder than I ever have before, my hole squeezing his cock so tightly that he gasps and curses. He follows me over the edge seconds later, yelling his release against my neck.
“ Fuuuck !” He fucks his cum into me, my sensitive insides quivering around him. “So good,” he pants. “So, so fucking good.” He slides his tongue up my neck, then along my chin, until he finds my mouth and kisses me reverently. “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. “My darling. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Master,” I whisper, and although a thousand sensations inhabit my body all at once, I can’t name a single one of them. “You are my purpose,” I admit, baring myself completely for him. “There’s only you.” I feel his smile on my lips, his cock still throbbing inside me.
“There’s only you too, Benjamin,” he says, pulling away slightly, my name spoken with such tenderness that I can’t hold back.
“Did you mean it?” I ask. “That you wanted to…” I trail off, suddenly uncertain, digging my teeth into my bottom lip. His blue gaze zeroes in on my mouth, then coasts across the rest of my face, his eyes eventually locking onto mine.
“That I want to fuck a baby bunny into you?” He winces, blushing adorably.
“Yes,” I nod. “Or was that just…was that just something you…”
“Is that something you’d want? One day?” he asks, his eyes darkening. And I can’t lie. Not when he looks at me like that. Not when his cum is inside me and the imprint of his teeth is burning on my neck.
“Maybe,” I admit. “Yes, maybe one day, I’d want that. With you.” He nods slowly, and just when I can’t take it anymore and want to blurt, ‘ just kidding! ’ jazz hands and all, he shrugs, then echoes my own words back to me. “I want whatever you want. Nothing more, nothing less. ”
“Yeah?” I sniffle.
“Sure,” he laughs. “Why the hell not?” I giggle at that because, wow, who would’ve thought? “And it’ll finally get my mother off my goddamn back if we start popping out babies.” He winks. Babies . As in plural. An entire litter, perhaps. I giggle again and snort, because being happy feels wonderful, just wonderful. East winces because he’s still inside me.
“You know I can’t actually have your babies, right?” I grin stupidly, then yawn, feeling a beginning fatigue overtaking my well-fucked, sated body.
“I know,” he says, and he actually looks sad for a moment. Then he brightens, regarding me just as stupidly. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”