5 - Bunny’s Desires
Miles Bennet
A sub who desires his Master to experience the bliss of surrender.
Gazing down at the man kneeling at his feet, Miles couldn't help but smile. Some doms might leap to the conclusion that Bunny was being subordinate, but he knew that wasn't so. Miles knew the strength and freedom of submission, and he was certain his potential sub did, too.
Miles took a golden raspberry from the plate, leaning forward to trace it along the man's bottom lip. "So... you'd like your Master to have a taste of his own medicine?"
Bunny's lips parted to a shivering gasp at the caress of the fruit.
He held completely still, hardly breathing as Miles stroked it slowly along the curves, but the tension in his body betrayed his desire for more.
Miles let the edge of his thumb brush against the softness of his bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from Bunny's throat.
It sent a pulse of heat to where his leather pants grew tight.
Miles's own lips tingled, aching to map their sweetness, and he forced himself to place the berry in Bunny's mouth instead.
Bunny closed his lips around it obediently.
He pressed forward just enough that his lips brushed Miles's thumb as he drew it away, leaving warmth in their wake.
Chewing, Bunny lowered his face, flushed.
"I would, yes. Please don't mistake my words, Sir.
He is so wonderful to me. A better man than I could have ever imagined.
Which is why..." he paused, lips pursing in brief consideration.
"Why I'd like to give him what he's given me.
Why I'd like to experience his joy in discovering how amazing this can be. "
It was so very in tune with what Darren wanted for him. Miles's heart twisted, and he reached to touch Bunny's face before catching himself and drawing his hand back.
Bunny shivered visibly, his lips parting with unmistakable longing. "Sir... if it pleases you...."
"It does." Miles gave in, sighing at the pleasure of Bunny pressing his cheek into his palm. It was so easy to talk to him, as if Bunny belonged at his feet. The simple contact between them made Miles wonder if his thrill of excitement was his own, or Bunny's, shared with him through that touch.
He took the plate from him and set it aside.
"What would you like from this, though? For yourself, not only for your Master," he asked quietly, stroking his cheekbone under the mask.
"Imagine your beloved husband being taken care of by the most expert professional.
That's who my Master is. There's no one more adept in the world for what you desire for your Raffles; you won't need to ever worry about him getting what he needs. What do you need for you, sweet pet?"
A soft sigh of relief escaped Bunny's lips, his eyes closing briefly.
"To get out of my head. It's so hard for me to turn off.
I run a research lab for Harvard. The work is so exciting and so important, but between the weight of what we're trying to accomplish and the leadership aspect...
" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Service is so easy in comparison.
I need a space where all I have to think about is following instructions or anticipating what my Master needs.
I need..." he wet his lips, voice growing more throaty.
"I need sensation and intensity so I can turn off and stop thinking entirely. "
I could give that to him. The idea was deeply gratifying.
Miles couldn't help but lean closer, drinking in the way the other man's breath came quicker.
Something about his manner and the curve of his lips awoke a rare, exquisite longing, a sensual hunger so unusual for Miles that part of him was afraid to grasp it too tightly.
"What kind of sensation?" he asked, sliding his fingers into the back of his hair.
A soft whimper escaped Bunny's lips as Miles's fingers tightened.
"That," he breathed. "Or more, if it pleases you.
I like being manhandled. I like certain kinds of role play and impact play very much.
I..." his eyes flicked down to the quickly swelling ridge in Miles's pants with unmistakable hunger.
"I like sex even more. I like to be..." There was a brief hesitation and shyness in his words, his cheeks darkening. "...ravished."
Miles groaned softly. He pulled Bunny's head back, reveling in the way he shuddered, eyes falling half-closed in pleasure behind his mask.
"Ravished, sweet Bunny? You need a big, strong man to throw you around and have his way with you?
" It was impossibly hot to be speaking such things out loud after how often he and Darren had fantasized about it.
"Please, Sir." Bunny's soft entreaty was impossibly needy, a shudder running through his entire body. Trembling like a nervous baby bunny.
It made satisfaction crackle deep inside Miles. "You could get that from anywhere," he forced himself to point out. "Go to any gay bar, and I'm sure you'd have men lined up around the block for a chance at your sweet little ass... and those lips...."
"Perhaps." Blue eyes met his again, with as much surety as longing. "But I don't want that, Sir."
"No?" Miles found himself rubbing the back of his neck to soothe him.
"No. You're a good boy, aren't you, little bunny?
You yearn to serve your Master's pleasure.
Maybe... your Master and your husband?" The idea made desire flare hot inside him, as did the soft moan it drew from Bunny's lips.
"Maybe your Master, your husband, and their Master? "
"Yes, Sir," Bunny breathed without hesitation. "And... if it pleases you... I'd like to help you give the same to my Raffles. He aches for it. So badly."
It was easy to imagine them all focused on wrecking that beautiful man... and surprisingly hot. "Such a good boy," Miles murmured, smiling at his whimper. "I'm sure, given time to get to know each other and trust each other, we can see to what you need."
Bunny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in the stretched back column of his throat. "Please stay tonight, Sir. I beg you. I ache to get to know you."
I already know you. The thought was strange, but it felt right.
Was this how Darren felt with a sub? He could see ways they were alike so clearly.
This trusting, needy man was so beautiful and familiar to his heart.
He could understand far more ways where they differed, too.
Ways he very much longed to explore and claim.
Memories of Darren arose. Miles's entire being had so quickly longed for the man to command him when they'd first met, though he'd known hardly anything of Darren other than the man's kindness and obvious inner strength.
But their connection had been undeniable, even if he hadn't even been able to explain it.
Looking at the man in front of him, Miles was sure that sense of connection couldn't be his imagination either. He needed to find out how deep it went.
No sex tonight, of course. He wouldn't try to rationalize some other form of sexual intimacy through semantics. But the anticipation of the rest of the weekend would be far sweeter because of it.
Tightening his fingers on the nape of Bunny's neck, he drew him forward, smiling as the man rose up on his knees obediently. "Good boy," he murmured and leaned closer. Bunny's eyes fluttered closed, the thick golden fringe brushing his cheeks. His petal-soft lips parted with a soft, shaky breath.
The heat in Miles's core flared to a brief, blazing inferno, craving the fuel of kissing this man.
Miles had to press his thumb to his bottom lip to resist the urge, and groaned as Bunny immediately sucked on the tip with a whimper.
Was this how Darren had felt when he'd been so desperate and needy?
If so, his husband was even more of a saint than Miles had ever realized.
He nuzzled Bunny's jaw instead, breathing deeply of a very pleasant cologne.
"I do want to stay," he purred, the heat of desire nearly unbearable.
"I want to stay, and I want you under my command.
I know we've just barely met you, but I'm so drawn to you.
I yearn to experience having you as my sub.
I need to taste how it feels to give you everything you long for. "
Bunny moaned around his thumb, one trembling hand grabbing hold of his knee as if in a desperate attempt to steady himself. "Please," he whined softly around his thumb. "Sir - !"
"Shh..." God, it would be so incredible, so easy to kiss him.
But would he be able to stop at only that?
A dozen scenarios born of this lovely man's desires were already running through his head, including very much wanting to see those sweet lips wrapped around his shaft.
He couldn't risk the temptation of those lips. But he needed something.
"Hold still," Miles said gruffly instead, pressing his thumb against the man's eager tongue while tightening his other hand at the base of his skull to control him.
He kissed the corner of his mouth with a groan, then mouthed hungrily down his jaw and throat, tasting his skin.
"Be a good boy, little bunny. If you behave, I'll let your husband watch me fuck you until you can't think of anything but my cock. "
The other man arched closer, sucking harder at his thumb with a choked, desperate noise. "Mmmph - !"
"I see you've had a nice talk about staying?" Darren's unexpected purr broke through the tension. Miles straightened, heart pounding despite the warmth in his voice as he approached. When Miles looked up at him, his husband's smile widened, eyes moving over them with undisguised appreciation.
Behind him, Raffles's gaze was unfocused, his rumpled suit not hiding the ridge of his arousal. Focusing, he gave Miles a wide smile when their gaze met.
"We had a very nice talk about staying," Miles replied.
"Among other things. Pretty Raffles was right.
Bunny is an exceptional sub." He let go of Bunny's hair, drawing his thumb from his mouth and stroking his lips apologetically at Bunny's soft whimper.
He kissed the sliver of bare forehead above between his mask and neat hairline.
"It's alright, sweetheart. We'll talk more soon. Thank you for your service."
Darren hummed in approval, then turned to Raffles. "We'll need fifteen or twenty minutes to take down the suspension rig and get our car loaded up. We're parked out the side door. If you two need to say goodbye to anyone or... see to anything else?"
For a second, Raffles stared at him blankly, as if whatever they'd done outside had driven all the thoughts from his pretty head. "Ah. Um. Ah yes. Thank you, Sir. Darling...?"
Miles couldn't help but lean forward before Bunny could rise, raising a hand to Raffles to beg for patience. "A moment, please," he said, cupping Bunny's cheek, reveling in his soft intake of breath and the delightful tension that re-entered his form.
"You may tell your Master what we talked about," he decided, brushing his sweet lips with his thumb again at Bunny's soft moan.
"I want you to. And take care of his needs like the good boy you are, alright?
My Master has left him in such a way. Serve him and give him your pleasure like I know you ache to. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Bunny breathed. "Thank you."
"Good boy." Miles caressed his cheek, then leaned back, motioning him away. "Go."
Darren chuckled as he settled beside him, watching the men disappear from the room and upstairs. He leaned close to nuzzle Miles's cheek. "Good call. I'm proud of you."
Miles never doubted Darren's approval, but hearing him say it always brought a rush of pleasure and reassurance. "Thank you, Sir. We might have to wait a bit to leave, though."
Darren chuckled. "They'll be... efficient.
I left that beautiful man... well, you saw.
And that was after I made him jerk off for me in the garden.
I could have had him spilling in his pants if I wanted.
" His voice lowered to a purr that was rich with undeniable gratification.
"He's so ready to surrender. So beautifully needy. "
"The same way I was?" Miles turned his face to return the nuzzle, stealing a kiss.
"Different from you, my love. But... yes, just as ready. He'll be an incredible treat to command." He indulged in a longer kiss, nibbling Miles's bottom lip. "You liked his little Bunny."
"So much," Miles breathed, anticipation and delight surging from the admission. "God, Dare, he's so sweet. I need him to be my sub. I need to fuck him for you."
"Perfect," Darren purred, kissing him longer, full of promise. "Not tonight. But soon. This couple is so ready to fulfil our every fantasy."
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