Chapter 6 Bunny
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Bunny
I wake up tangled in John. His scent: dark and masculine, his warmth, his massive arm banded around my waist like he's afraid I'll disappear. Last night crashes over me in waves. The hotel room. His hands. His mouth. Calling him Daddy while he...
Oh my god. I did that. We did that.
"Good morning," he rumbles against my hair, voice rough with sleep.
"How did you know I was awake?"
"You're wiggling."
"I don't wiggle!" But I totally do. I wiggle when I'm anxious, when I'm excited, when I'm thinking too hard about something.
He spanks my bottom lightly, not hard, just enough to make me squeak. "No lying to Daddy."
The casual way he says it, like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes my stomach flip. He's still doing it. In daylight. Without the excuse of sex clouding everything. This is real.
He shifts, rolling me to face him. His eyes are intense even in the morning light filtering through the curtains. "You're mine now. We date for real. Set up those rules you want. I take care of you, you bring chaos into my orderly life."
"That doesn't sound like a fair trade." I trace a scar on his chest, something I noticed last night but didn't ask about. "You're getting the messy one who apologizes too much and stress-bakes at 2 AM."
"You have no idea what you've done for me, little bunny." His hand cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. "First time I've felt alive in years. First time I've wanted to wake up next to someone."
My chest goes tight. I kiss him before I can chicken out, morning breath and all, pouring everything I can't say yet into it.
When we break apart, I'm breathless. "So we're really doing this? The whole Daddy Dom thing?"
"If you want. We'll start slow. Few rules at first, see how it feels."
"What kind of rules?" I'm nervous and excited and already wet again, which seems unfair.
"Bedtime on work nights. You stay up too late making candy." He strokes my cheek, then drags his thumb across my bottom lip. "Eating at least two real meals a day, not just sugar samples and coffee. Texting me when you get home safe." His eyes darken. "Wearing what I pick out on Sundays."
"Sundays?"
"My day. You're mine all day Sundays."
Oh. Oh. Heat floods through me. "I can do that. I want to do that. Want to be good for you."
"You're already good for me, little bunny." His thumb presses against my lip, and I part them automatically. He growls low in his throat. "So fucking good."
An idea strikes. Bold and probably stupid but I'm still high on last night's bravery. I bite my lip after his thumb retreats. "Can I make you feel good too?"
His eyes go dark, pupils blown wide. "What did you have in mind, little bunny?"
Instead of answering, because words are hard and I might lose my nerve, I kiss my way down his body. His chest is a roadmap of scars and hard muscle. His abs tense under my lips. The trail of dark hair below his navel makes my mouth water.
His cock is already hard, thick and intimidating in the morning light. I've only done this a handful of times, and never with someone this... substantial.
I look up at him through my lashes, channeling every romance novel heroine who's ever felt brave. "Please, Daddy? Let me taste you?"
He groans like I've wounded him. "Fuck. Ask so sweet, how can I say no?"
I start with a kiss to the tip, just a soft press of lips, then lick up the underside experimentally. He tastes like salt and musk and John.
"Good girl," he breathes, and the praise lights me up like Christmas morning. "Just like that."
I get bolder, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently. His hand immediately goes to my hair, not pushing, just holding, like he needs to touch me.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice gone gravelly. "My perfect little bunny with Daddy's cock in her mouth. So fucking pretty like this."
I moan around him. I can't help it. The vibration makes his grip tighten in my hair. The slight sting makes me moan again.
"You like this? Like making Daddy feel good? Like when I pull your hair?"
I pull off just long enough to gasp "Yes, Daddy," then take him as deep as I can manage. It's not even half, he's too big, but what I can't fit, I wrap my hand around and stroke.
"Such a good girl. My good girl. Fuck, just like that." His hips flex slightly, and I relax my throat, trying to take more. "Easy, baby. Don't hurt yourself. Just... fuck... that's perfect. You're perfect."
He uses his grip on my hair to guide my rhythm, not forcing, but showing me exactly what he needs.
Up, down, twist my hand at the base, tongue swirling around the head.
I'm dripping wet between my thighs, probably making a mess on his sheets, but I don't care.
This, making him lose that iron control, hearing him curse and praise me in the same breath, is the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
"Getting close, baby." His voice is strained, thighs tensing under my free hand. "You going to swallow for Daddy? Going to be a good girl and take all of it?"
I nod as much as I can with my mouth full, looking up at him. His eyes are locked on mine, dark and wild and possessive.
"Fuck, those eyes. My innocent little bunny looking at me like that while she sucks my cock. Gonna... fuck, Bunny..."
He comes with a roar, hips jerking up, and I swallow as fast as I can. It's more than I expected. I sputter slightly. But I take it all, proud of myself for not pulling away.
The second I release him, he hauls me up his body and kisses me like he's drowning. Deep and filthy and possessive, tasting himself on my tongue.
"Perfect," he growls against my lips between kisses. "You're so fucking perfect. My good girl. My perfect little bunny."
I'm glowing under the praise, already addicted to making him proud.
We eventually have to leave the room. Check-out is at eleven and it's 10:45. I'm wearing my wrinkled dress from last night, sex hair barely contained in a ponytail, and I definitely have beard burn in interesting places.
Patricia's in the lobby because of course she is.
"Bunny! John! You missed brunch!”
“We were busy," John says flatly.
She takes in my appearance, his possessive hand on my back, the hickey on my neck I didn't know was there. "I see. Well. I guess the relationship is... real then.”
“Very real," John confirms.
Keith appears with coffee and a knowing grin. "Hey sis. Rough night?”
“Keith!"
"What? I'm happy for you. John seems like a good guy." He turns to John. "You are a good guy, right? Because I know where you live and I have access to a lot of sugar. Could do terrible things to your truck. Keith!" I'm mortified.
But John actually almost smiles. "She's safe with me. Always will be.”
“Good enough for me." Keith hugs me. "You look happy, Bun. Like, actually happy."
"I am," I whisper, and it's true.
Patricia clears her throat. "Well, I suppose I owe you an apology, Bunny. I didn't think... I mean, you two are clearly…”
“In love," John finishes firmly. "We're in love."
I look up at him, shocked. We haven't said those words yet.
He looks down at me, steady and sure. "I love you, little bunny. Should have said it last night.”
“I love you too," I breathe, not caring that we're in the middle of the lodge lobby with my family watching.
He kisses me, soft and possessive, marking his territory in front of everyone.
"Get a room!" Keith calls out.
"We did," John responds dryly. "You're interrupting our checkout."
Even Patricia laughs at that.
In John's truck, I'm floating. "You love me.”
“Obviously."
"It's not obvious! It's huge! It's—"
He reaches over, takes my hand. "Bunny. I'm thirty-six years old. Ex-military. I don't say things I don't mean. I love you. You're mine. End of story.”
“End of story?"
"Well, beginning of story. Our story." He brings my hand to his lips, kisses my knuckles. "Move in with me.”
“What?"
"Not today. But soon. Want you in my space. Want to wake up with you every morning. Want to take care of you properly. Think about it. No pressure. But I'm keeping you, little bunny."
He drives me to my shop, walks me to the door.
"John?”
“Yeah, baby?"
"Best fake date ever.”
“I’m starting to think it was never really fake." He chuckles. “The moment you walked into that lodge, covered in chocolate and apologies? You were mine."
I laugh, leaning against his shoulder. "Possessive much?”
“When it comes to you? Absolutely."
And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
THE END