Under Your Care

Chapter 11

Greyson

Lane was gorgeous. He was a Renaissance painting come to life. He was everything that I hadn’t realized I was missing. I was convinced that he was born to be mine, forged in the womb to be my other half. He laid sprawled out on his back, seafoam eyes bearing into me, lace and pearls decorating his perfect, porcelain body.

Lane was ethereal.

And he was mine .

“Daddy?” He quivered, nerves getting to him.

I smiled down at him, my treasure. I knelt down onto the bed, straddling his legs. He anxiously gulped and tracked my movements as I reached over and opened the top drawer of my nightstand. I thoughtfully selected a few items before placing them on the mattress beside Lane. He rolled his head to the side to look, sucking in a breath as he observed the silk tie, nipple clamps, and massage oil.

“Hands above your head, wrists together,” I instructed. He raised his arms, staring up at me meekly as I securely tied his fragile wrists together. “Good girl.” He furiously blushed, but didn’t try to correct me like last time. I lightly traced a finger down his arm, across his collarbone, stopping to rub his rosy nipples. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil, pouring some on my palms to warm it up. I then began to massage his little tits in earnest, spreading the slick oil across his chest. I pinched and rubbed both buds until Lane was panting and squirming.

Knowing the answer already, I asked, “Have you ever used nipple clamps before?” He moaned and shook his head. Pleased with his response, I said, “They’ll hurt going on, but even more so when they come off.” He looked unsure, so I promptly clamped the first one onto his left nipple before he could get too worked up about it.

“Ungh, it hurts, Daddy,” he whimpered, trying to squirm away from the other clamp as I brought it to his right nipple. He arched his back as it went on. I tugged on the connecting chain, garnering a groan from him. I pressed my body onto his as I took his mouth in another passionate kiss. He thrusted up, succeeding in grinding his cock against my own. We both moaned as we rutted against each other.

To his disappointment, I lifted off of him and slid further down his body. I gave a sharp tug to his chain, resulting again in that pretty arch of his back. Grinning, I began groping his already leaking cock through his panties. He bucked up into my touch, whining for more. I placed an arm across his lower belly, holding him down. I glanced up, catching his lustful gaze. I pulled his panties down just far enough to free his erection. Swiftly, I swallowed him down, tongue pressing into his slit before wrapping around his length. He let out a startled, loud moan.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he panted. I released his dick from my warm mouth, instead sucking one of his balls in. He keened, thighs shaking underneath me. “Daddy, please.”

I gave a final long lick up his cock before folding him in half with his knees by his chest, feet in the air, ass exposed. I used one hand to hold him in position and the other to tug on the rim of his tiny, pink hole. Unable to wait a second longer to taste him, I leaned down and licked a stripe from his taint to his hole. He tried to thrash, but wasn’t able to get out of my grip. I suctioned my mouth onto the little pucker, sucking and licking. Once he was softened up, I pushed my tongue past the first ring of muscle. Lane whined and squirmed in my grip.

“Daddy, please!” He begged.

I pushed my index finger in next to my tongue. I fucking loved all of his lewd noises. I didn’t want to scare him by going too fast, but at the same time, my cock had needed to be inside of him weeks ago. Lane hissed as I replaced my tongue with a second finger. His eyes began to shine with unshed tears, most likely from the stretch. I dropped his feet back down onto the bed, keeping his legs bent at the knee. With my now free hand, I stroked calming circles on his hip. Once my fingers found his sweet spot, Lane began rocking back to take me deeper. I sunk my teeth into the soft part of his inner thigh, enjoying the way his dick jumped in response. I reached up and gave it a few tugs as I slipped a third finger into him. Lane whined, eyes rolled back, as his inner walls tightened around me.

“Shh, baby. You can take it. Just a little longer and you’ll be ready for my cock,” I cooed, watching as he looked down towards me with a sweet pout on his red-tinged face. I bit into his other thigh. “Don’t you want my cock to fill you up?”

“Mhmmm.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. His brow wrinkled as I pulled my fingers out of him and raised to my knees. I almost had to laugh when his look of confusion changed to one of desperation as I began undoing my belt. He watched - transfixed - as I tugged off each article of clothing. Once I was naked and slicking up my length with oil, I admired the picture in front of me. Lane’s eyes were glazed as he licked his lips while staring at my cock. I bent down, teasing his throbbing hole with my cockhead.

“Ready, love?” I asked, not knowing if I’d truly be able to stop if his response wasn’t affirmative.

Lane bit his bottom lip as he whispered, “Yeah… I just– I’m a little sc ared.”

I felt my heart wrench. I would force myself to stop if he needed to. I reached a hand up and held his cheek in my palm. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.

“It’s okay to be afraid. You’re basically losing your virginity.”

His face scrunched up, “I know for a fact that you’re aware that’s not happening right now.”

I ran my thumb along the side of his face, smiling down at him, my chest tight with love. “In a way, it is. What happened before shouldn’t be considered sex.”

Lane was silent for a few moments before tears slid down his face. He gave me a wobbly smile.

“Well, then, please do the honors,” he softly laughed, a heartfelt expression in his eyes.

“Gladly,” I murmured, lining up to his wet hole. As I began to push in, he grimaced slightly, breath speeding up. “Push out, baby. It’ll help. I promise it won’t hurt soon.” Like the perfect boy he was, Lane bore down, allowing me to enter a bit easier. “There you go,” I proudly smiled. I was about halfway in when he suddenly gasped, eyes wide. There we go. I thrust in the last few inches, bottoming out.

Lane sucked in air before looking at me in awe. “Is it all in now?” He sweetly asked, voice straining.

“It is. Are you ready for me to start moving?” Lane greedily nodded before blushing and wiggling his hips experimentally. I groaned, grinning, before starting to rock in and out. “Feeling okay, honey?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned. I thrust all the way in, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him up to sit on my cock. His eyes fluttered as he sunk down just a little bit further. I pulled his tied wrists over my head so he could hold onto me. He looked at me nervously before saying, “I… I don’t know how to ride you.”

I chuckled in adoration, “That’s not what I want you to do, okay? Your job is to sit there and look pretty - I’m going to be doing the moving.”

He nodded, obviously embarrassed, but not for long. His face quickly contorted in pleasure, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, as I lifted him up before dropping him and slamming up into his hole.

“D-Deep, too deep!” Lane gasped out, fingers gripping the hair at the base of my scalp. His words deteriorated into moans and little grunts. I began to speed up my thrusts, biting and sucking marks into his neck and shoulders. I slammed up into him, wanting to bury myself in his warmth. Lane began sobbing, going back and forth from, “Yes, yes, yes,” and, “Please!” I captured his lips with my own, tangling my tongue with his. He panted into my mouth, scratching at the back of my neck with his nails.

“Gonna come for me, princess?” I grunted, feeling my own balls tightening up.

“Daddyyy,” Lane cried as his hole clenched down on my cock. I unclamped both of his nipples at the same time, resulting in Lane screaming and digging his nails further into my nape. He bit down on my neck as his body shook and his cum shot onto my stomach. Seeing Lane’s pleasure hit him so intensely, along with the tightening and pulsating rhythm of his channel, threw me into my own orgasm.

“Fuuuck!” I yelled, coming voraciously between us.

Lane was barely conscious - a thoroughly fucked-out expression on his face - as he looked down at our spent cocks, covered with a mixture of our releases. His mouth twitched up in a weak smile.

“Daddy, I did it,” he mumbled, his eyes sliding shut. I planted a gentle kiss on his forehead below lowering the both of us onto the bed. I untangled his arms from behind my head, untying his wrists. As I slipped my softened dick out of him, I massaged and kissed his wrists. I basked in the afterglow, memorizing every inch of his sleeping face.

???

Lane awoke while I was scrubbing his body in the hot bath I had run for him following our first time together. He sleepily rolled his head to the side, meeting my eyes with a tender look.

“You’re bathing me? I’m not sure I ever want to escape,” he lightly giggled, stretching out his legs fully, flexing his toes under the water.

I hummed, “If you do, who’d spend every waking hour of every day pampering you?”

Laughter bubbled out of Lane. Kicking his feet at the surface of the water, he looked delighted. I couldn’t stand how beautiful happiness looked on him. He was radiant, magnificent. Lane was a walking daydream, the rainbow after a storm. He was a tsunami of emotion, flattening my emotionless world.

I wasn’t sure what love was supposed to feel like, but I was sure that I loved Lane with the entirety of my being. My love wasn’t a sweet pining, the passing of a love note in school. My love was an all-consuming thing - full of obsession, possession, manipulation. Lane’s diagnoses only made him more than perfect to be my partner. The first time I had laid my eyes upon him, I knew he was meant to be mine. But once the words borderline personality disorder and post-traumatic stress disorder left his lips, I knew just how easy it would be to make him need me. To make him unable to survive without me. After all, we were a perfect match. Our brains fit together as two halves of a whole. His fear of abandonment and my need to possess him. His trauma and my emotional intelligence. His struggle with self-control and my need to control him.

“Grey?” He called out, jerking me back into the task at hand.

“I’m here, baby boy. Lean back to get your hair wet, please. I need to wash it before we get you out of the tub.” Lane slid down into the water, soaking his hair, before rising back up. I carefully began shampooing him, smiling at the way he was nuzzling into my fingers on his scalp.

“How come you haven’t gone to work this week? Don’t you need to?” He questioned, eyes shut.

“I told the office that I needed emergency family leave and to reschedule my patients. I’ll do some telehealth sessions the next few days, then once I feel it’s safe for you to be here by yourself, I’ll start going into the office again. I won’t be working nearly the same amount of hours I had been, though. Being a therapist is more of a cover for my brothers and I. I certainly don’t make the majority of my income from it.”

“What do you mean by saying it’s a cover? What do you do that needs covering?”

“Hayes and Hudson are very skilled contract killers, some of the best in the business. I primarily help them launder their money, provide resources, that sort of thing. I would say killing is more of a hobby that I partake in very rarely,” I mused, rinsing the shampoo out of Lane’s hair.

“ Killing is more of a hobby that I partake in very rarely ,” Lane mocked. He suddenly sobered, curiosity and concern in his voice. “Um… Should I be worried about how your brothers were really weird with Oliver the other day?”

I helped him out of the bathtub, wrapping a fluffy white towel around his lithe body. I sighed, “I don’t think they’ll kill him. They seem to be attracted to him?”

Lane furrowed his brow. “Your psychopathic twin brothers - who are also assassins - are attracted to my Oliver?”

I growled, “Your Oliver? Be careful.”

Lane rolled his eyes at me, walking into his bedroom. “You’re such a caveman. Anyways, can we circle back to the psychopathic killers interested in my best friend?” Lane continued, “Do you mean like romantically or sexually interested in him or like interested in him in a prey kind of way?”

“All of the above,” I rebuffed, resulting in a raised eyebrow from Lane as he combed through his towel-dried hair.

“How much do they know about Oliver?” Lane asked.

“I’m not sure, why?”

Lane bit the inside of his cheek, pondering something. “I would never, never, never normally do this, but with your brothers being your brothers , I feel like I should mention this - just in case. I don’t want them to not know, find out, and then hurt Oliver either physically or emotionally.”

“Tell me, baby.”

“Oliver is trans,” Lane stated cautiously.

I frowned, “Baby, if you think that my brothers or I are transphobic, we need to have a discussion.”

Lane shook his head, smiling. “That’s not what I mean,” he clarified. “I mean, if your brothers are expecting specific sexual organs - or not expecting. Either way, I’m not sure if they share your taste in dubious consent, but if they were to jump Ollie and then say something mean to him because of it.” I gestured for him to get on with it. “He had top surgery, so he doesn’t have breasts - which again, I feel icky telling someone this without his knowledge - but I just want to make sure your brothers don’t emotionally or physically scar him for life.”

I nodded in understanding, “I’ll speak with them about it.”

“Okay, sounds good.” Lane ruffled through his drawers. Upon pulling out an oversized sleep shirt, he went still, rubbing the fabric in his hands. “Do you think you could stay the whole night tonight?”

I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and placing a kiss on top of his head. “Of course.”