Being His Bunny

TEN

Willow's POV:

I wake up and it's dark outside. Master isn't anywhere to be found. I wonder where he is. I miss him. I love my Master, he does so much for me and is so nice and gentle with me even thought he doesn't have to be.

And he calls me bun, and baby and all sorts of sweet names. Where is he though?

I want him. I feel tears prick in my eyes.

Don't be stupid Willow, he's coming back, and Master won't like a clingy, annoying pet.

Does he even like me though? I think he does. He wouldn't treat me like this if me didn't. He said that he loved me. I believe him. I don't think I'm worthy of it though.

I wish he was here right now. I wipe the tears before they can fall, feeling like a stupid bunny for crying over Master. I curl up in a ball and hug my knees to my chest.

Master will be back soon. I know he will.

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Harrison's POV:

I leave the store in a rush. I didn't want to leave Willow, especially after last night, but I had to go grocery shopping.

I hurry and throw all the bags of groceries into the backseat of my car and hop into the front seat.

I drive off, hoping to get home to Willow as soon as possible. Once I pull into the drive way, I grab all my bags and head for the front door.

I turn the lock and head in, setting the groceries on the ground, I hurry towards my room. "Willow?" I call and see that she is curled up on the bed, sniffling. She lifts her head up quickly and looks in my direction.

She jumps from the bed, stumbling and I quickly hold my hands out to catch her, she squeezes me tight, nuzzling into my stomach. "Willow, baby, what's wrong?" I ask, worryingly.

She shakes her head and looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "Awe, baby, no don't cry, master is here now, okay?" She nods and nuzzles closer. I pick her up and have her straddle my waste as I carry her into the kitchen and set her onto the counter. I turn my back to her and start unpacking the groceries and putting them away, leaving out what I need to make her a good breakfast.

"M-master?" I hear whispered behind me.

"Yes, Bun?" I ask, turning around and facing her.

She hesitantly puts her hands out and makes grabby hands. I melt a little, she's so adorable. "Does Bun want Master to pick her up? Use your words baby." I tell her.

"C-c-can...c-can I-I...I g-get c-c-cuddles?" She asks after stumbling over her words and stuttering heavily. I smile.

"Yes, bun, let me finish fixing your breakfast and then we can cuddle, all day if you'd like my pretty girl." She blushes heavily at my words.

"T-t-thank y-you, Mas-ster." She stutters out, looking up into my eyes, innocence swimming in them. Hearing that name from her lips makes me wish she'd call me something else. "Baby." I say.

She looks back up at me again and tilts her head, an adorable look of confusion on her face. I decide against it, she's not ready for that yet. "Let me get you off the counter so we can go to the table and eat." I say as I lift her from the table, her little feet pad against the wood floor as she walks to the table and sits down, she looks up to me expectingly. I finish up fixing her fruit bowl and little slices of toast, I set them in front of her. "Eat." I tell her, and sit down across from her.

She immediately put her hand into the bowl of fruits fishing out strawberries and blueberries and eating those first. I want her to use the fork so she can get used to it, but for right now I'll only give her foods she can eat with her hands. She gobbles down the rest of her breakfast as I eat an omelet. My hunger for blood growing stronger each day, I won't feed from her, she isn't ready.

Bun looks over at me, licking the red juices from her hand and I feel my lower parts begin to twitch. She looked so innocent yet so sexy at the same time. I was doing good holding back my urges so far.

However, Bun suddenly looks up at me through her lashes as she sucked the last of the juices off her finger, looking right into my eyes as she did it. I sucked in a breath. I wasn't sure if she knew what she had just done or not but I moved so fast usually my abnormal speed and bent her over the table, not using enough force to hurt her but enough for her to do as I wanted without question.

"Fuck." I breathed out as I pressed my front to her backside. "Willow." She whimpered as I said her name and pressed into her.

"M-master." She moaned out, clenching her thighs together.

I couldn't. I could not fuck her right here, not for her first time. But dammit, I felt the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she screamed and moaned my name.

"Daddy. Call me Daddy."