Under Your Care

Chapter 17

Greyson

As I sewed the small cut I had made at the base of his skull, I felt thankful that Lane didn’t ever seem to have an issue with me drugging him. Sure, this was only the third time, so I supposed we would see if he’d get upset later on. I personally didn’t see the issue, but I understood that most people would see it as a massive violation of his bodily autonomy. I saw it more as, “I own his body and I’m responsible for taking care of him, so if drugging him makes that easier, why not?”

I’m sure Oliver would beg to differ, but I didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Hayes and Hudson were nowhere near as benevolent as I was. I found it rather amusing that he’d gotten trapped in their web. I was pretty sure he wasn’t getting designer lingerie and being waited on hand and foot. My brothers’ styles were more… strict? Sadistic? I wouldn’t be surprised if Oliver had spent a few nights in a dog cage.

Whether I liked it or not, Lane needed Oliver, so I couldn’t get rid of him completely. I could, however, patiently wait while my brothers broke him. Then, Lane would be able to hang out with him again like old times and I wouldn’t have to worry.

My greatest concern currently was dealing with Lane’s parents. I didn’t want to have to limit Lane’s interactions with them, but I would have to if they didn’t accept me in his life. They’d either see me as too controlling and dangerous or as the perfect man to hand their son over to. I had the means to provide him a more than comfortable life. The issue was that they would know I was Lane’s therapist - they paid his bills, after all.

I sighed as I sat beside Lane in bed. He’d be waking up soon, so I greedily took in his sleeping form. In the morning glow of my bedroom, I admired the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. His chest rose and fell with the rhythmic cadence of peaceful slumber, each breath a soft whisper of contentment. Soft red, tousled hair framed his face; stray curls brushed against his forehead. Beneath the delicate arch of his eyebrows, long lashes cast shadows upon his beautifully freckled cheeks. His arms were wrapped around another pillow, holding it close to his chest. He looked so small, so vulnerable. I pulled him into me, enveloping him in my arms. He - of course - did not let go of the pillow he was clutching. He snuffled in his sleep, pushing his body even closer to mine as he unconsciously sought out the comfort I provided.

“Are you awake?” I whispered into his hair. He let out a small grumble, scrunching his nose like a rabbit.

His eyes remained closed as he sleepily answered, “Mhmm.” I pressed a quick kiss on the back of his head before pulling myself out of bed.

I went about my normal morning routine; brewing coffee, locating the cat, giving the cat a small piece of meat to win her affection, then going back to the kitchen to make our breakfast. I briefly wondered if there was such a thing as a service Dom. I didn’t want Lane to ever have to lift a finger - that was my job. Lane’s only concerns should be looking pretty and loving me. He belonged to me, and I was incredibly protective of my belongings. I provided Lane with the best care I could, relishing in him becoming completely dependent on me.

As I cooked and bustled around the kitchen, I brainstormed more ways I could tie him to me. I could lock his pretty little cock up and hold the key. I could create a traumatic situation so that he'd have a trauma bond with me. I could tattoo my name into his skin. I could…

Lane shuffled into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist, snuggling into my back. I laughed as he squeezed me as hard as he could before letting go and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. His brilliant smile caught me off guard, filling me with so much warmth. I knew that I didn’t feel love in the same way that neurotypical people did, but this felt pretty damn close. I stood between his dangling legs, leaning in to meet his lips. We shared a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together to a slow melody. I pulled back as his breaths began to grow ragged. His lips chased mine, hungry for more. I took a minute to admire the way his face was lax, eyelids drooping. As I looked into his sparkling eyes and fell into their depths, all I could see was devotion. He gazed at me like I was his god and he was worshipping at my altar, nothing in his heart except boundless love for me.

“Grey, the bacon is burning,” he chimed, his laugh calling to me. I turned to the stove behind me, groaning when I saw the strips of charred meat.

“You’re too distracting sometimes,” I tittered as I started on a new batch. He watched me with amusement from his perch. “Go get ready for the day while I finish this,” I instructed, pointing my spatula towards the hallway leading to his room.

“Are we going out?” He tilted his head, looking at me curiously.

“Yes, we’re going on a date.”

His eyes widened. “Really? What should I wear? Where are we going? Should I bring anything?” He babbled, eyes lit up with adorable excitement. He slid off the counter and hopped from foot to foot.

I smiled and ruffled his messy morning hair. “Yes. I already laid out your outfit on your bed. It’s a surprise. Just remember your cell phone. Now go, after we eat we’re leaving.” He giggled as he rushed past me to the hallway and disappeared.

Lane returned as I was placing breakfast on the table. I had chosen for him a deep blue halter top, white shorts that left about one-third of his porcelain thighs bare, and white canvas shoes. Lane was - well, Lane - so he had added a glimmery, pearl barrette to his hair. He was stunning. He ate faster than usual, his body brimming with anticipation. The moment I took the last bite of my breakfast sandwich, he was up out of his chair and tugging on one of my arms.

“Come on ,” he whined, puppy dog eyes out to play. I shook my head in amusement, the corners of my mouth tipped up in a small smile. We were out the door quicker than I thought Lane could move.

“Sweetheart, patience. There’s no rush,” I promised. Lane pouted, but stopped tugging my arm, opting to link our hands together and walk side by side.

???

“The aquarium!” Lane beamed, jumping in pure glee next to me. I chuckled and placed an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into my side. I led us through the front entrance before stopping at a small counter, which was manned by a smiling young woman. Her bright blue t-shirt identified her as a volunteer.

“Welcome! Are you Mr. Cohen and Mr. Bennett?”

Lane's eyebrows raised at the surprise of our names being used. I let my arm drop from around his shoulders to his low back.

“We are. Here’s my confirmation number and ID.” The girl didn’t seem to know how to stop smiling, but I appreciated her as I could tell Lane was becoming comfortable with her peppiness.

“Perfect! Is this a date for you two?” She grinned, checking my information on her computer.

Lane perked up and answered her, “It’s our first date.” The volunteer looked up in shock for a moment before smiling kindly at my boy.

“My first dates are usually at a chain restaurant or in the guy’s living room,” she chortled. “I mean, damn . I would kill for someone to do this for me.” She grinned conspiratorially at Lane. “I’m not sure if you know this, but this man is obviously head over heels for you.”

Lane’s cheeks turned rosy at her admission. His eyes shied away momentarily before he said, “Me too.”

“Awwwww, oh my gosh! This is just too cute!” She swooned, hearts in her eyes. “Ugh, I’m going to tell all my friends about this. Okay, well you guys can go in. Oh! But take this, just press the button if you need anything. I’ll be up front here. Have fun!” I pocketed the device and led Lane past the counter, keeping a gentle pressure on his low back.

Lane glanced up at me, eyes twinkling. “Why are there no other visitors?” He grinned, already guessing the answer.

“I wanted this to be perfect for you. Other people add too many variables.”

“You didn’t have to. I’m sure it cost a lot,” he commented shyly. Smiling, I led him further in until we were surrounded by floor-to-ceiling aquariums. The rooms were cast in a blue glow; the reflection of the water dancing on the floors. As we roamed through the different exhibits, Lane’s voice was soft, sharing thoughts about the creatures swimming past, totally captivated by the serene scenes around us. It felt like we were in a world of our own, shrouded beneath the sea. I listened contently to Lane’s commentary, never taking my eyes off of his expressive face. He was glowing. I could never compare to his beauty, for he was straight out of a fairy tale. He fit every role I could think of - mermaid, princess, fairy, nymph, goddess. And yes , Lane was a man, but he would never be a king or a knight in shining armour. Just thinking about it made me want to scoff. Lane was more suited for being draped in beautiful gossamer fabrics, his pale skin perfect to contrast any gold or jewels.

“Greyson?” His quiet voice brought me back to the present.

“I’m here, baby. I was just captivated by your beauty,” I shared, bringing my hand up to cup the back of his head.

He giggled, “I think we need to get your eyes checked.”

I grunted my disagreement as I sunk my fingers into his hair, pulling to make him look up at me. He took a deep breath as our eyes met and he saw the need in mine. Before he could glance away, I surged forward and kissed him. He tensed for a split second before melting into me and parting his lips. I suddenly pulled back to Lane’s surprise. I knelt down briefly, grabbing my boy under his ass and lifting him off the ground. He instantaneously wrapped his slim legs around my waist and placed his arms around my neck. I began kissing him again, walking us up to a tank. Lane’s back pressed against the coolness of the glass.

He whined and panted into my mouth; I swallowed each and every one of his sounds. As I deepened the kiss, Lane’s pelvis began to desperately grind against my stomach. I released his swollen lips for a second, allowing him to gasp in the air he needed. I took in his debauched appearance, the blue glow from the tank framing him.

I leaned in to suck his earlobe into my mouth. He whimpered as I continued down to his throat, sucking and biting at his fragile skin.

“Daddy,” he gasped. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to come.”

I smirked against his neck. “You’re going to soak your panties in public? Such a slut, rutting against me like you’re in heat. Do you want to come, baby?”

Lane moaned in response. I felt a wave of possessiveness crash into me as I watched him take his pleasure.

“Take what you need, my love. You can’t help that you’re so needy. It’s okay, I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine. Your little cock is mine. Your ass is mine. Your chest is mine. Your mouth is mine. I own you, Lane,” I growled, nipping his jaw. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let it all go.”

Lane’s hips began to stutter in their movements. His eyes rolled back in bliss, swollen lips open in a long whine. His body jerked against mine as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

“There you go. My good boy,” I groaned. As his body stilled in my arms, Lane let out a whimper, pushing his face into my shoulder.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he confided, voice hoarse. I gently let him down, supporting his weight while his legs trembled. I glanced down to his crotch, smirking when I found a wet spot on his shorts. He followed my gaze, groaning in embarrassment as he saw what I was looking at.

I cupped his face in my hands. “It’s okay. If anyone says anything I’ll just stab them.”

Lane burst out in laughter, “I don’t think stabbing is necessary in this situation.”

“We’ll see,” I hummed.