Chapter 13 Elior
Elior
I was caught somewhere warm and fluffy, my mind drifting like it was underwater, thoughts dissolving before I could hold onto them. Everything felt so light and peaceful, as if I were being cradled and rocked by a cloud.
A pleasurable heat rolled through me, and I heard myself moan, though the sound felt muffled, like I’d heard it through layers of cotton.
My body didn’t seem interested in moving, instead choosing to curl deeper into the warmth behind me.
My face was smushed against something soft. There was a faint scent in the air, reminding me of Jace’s rich and spicy aroma. Whenever he got too close, I always inhaled that smell.
Jace.
Jace had come to my room in the middle of the night. He’d been so comforting.
My mind drifted back to last night—not in sharp images, but in sensations. His arms around me, the way he’d held my face, the sound of his voice soothing the deep hurt in my heart.
The memory of pain flickered at the edges of my thoughts, but even that felt distant here, softened.
My hips twitched, chasing after something in a dream.
A wet, scorching heat lapped at my core, over and over again.
Something swirled in my low belly, and I cried out.
“There you go, baby,” a rumbling voice purred in the haze. “Take Daddy’s tongue like the sweet boy you are.”
Daddy?
The voice answered, “Yes, cherub. You belong to Daddy now.”
Huh? I don’t understand. Who?
My lashes fluttered, my eyes opening just a sliver. The room was still dim, painted in the pale blue of early morning. I didn’t see much—just a blur of shapes and shadows—but I felt everything.
“Shhh,” the voice cooed. “Go back to sleep.”
I swallowed, my eyes drifting closed again. My body eased, sinking a little deeper into the mattress—and into him. It felt natural, too natural, to obey his words.
Jace.
It was Jace’s words, Jace’s voice.
Oh.
A small sound escaped me without permission. Embarrassment flickered somewhere inside me, but it was faint, quickly swallowed by the warmth blooming in my chest.
Everything was just so warm.
Warm, warm, warm. So nice.
Jace chuckled, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of my crease. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”
Teeth grazed the swell of my butt, making me shiver. A sudden sharp bite had my eyes fluttering open once more, but this time, it also brought back my awareness.
My heart rate spiked as I pushed my chest off the mattress and into the air. A heavy hand on my low back kept me from jackknifing up completely. Pain lanced across my upper and mid-back, drawing a startled yelp from my lips.
“Shit, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Jace swore. “Lay back down slowly.”
I did as he said, wincing from the smarting wounds, but turned my head over my shoulder to confirm what my lower body was trying to tell me.
A panicked whine climbed out of my throat as I stared at Jace lying between my legs, his strong hands holding me down, his lips and chin shiny and slick from… from…
“Hey, sweet boy—hey, look at me. Look at my eyes, nothing else.” My bottom lip trembled as I stared pleadingly into his dark eyes. “Everything’s okay. I’m just taking care of you. I’m just making you feel good, that’s all.”
I shook my head, too stunned and overwhelmed for words.
“You were feeling good until just now. I know you were, baby,” he said, his voice soft and gentle, yet demanding at the same time. “You even called me Daddy.”
“B-but—I don’t—”
Jace held our eye contact, letting go of my hip to lightly press a finger to my entrance down there.
“Stop, J-Jace,” I stammered, frozen in place as he continued tapping his finger against me. “I don’t—I don’t understand—ah!” The tip of his finger dipped past resistance, rendering me speechless.
“Hush, cherub.” He pushed in further, all the while stroking my side as if to calm me. “I know this is scary for you. Just let me in.”
I whimpered, trying to stay focused on his eyes. He was right. I was scared. Not in the way I should’ve been though. I wasn’t scared of him, or his touch. I was scared of what it meant for me.
“I’m going to take care of you from now on. In all ways,” he promised, wiggling his digit deeper inside of me, as if searching for something.
“It feels weird,” I whispered.
A soft smile appeared on Jace’s face. “It’ll get better soon. Be my brave boy and just stay still for me, okay?”
I nodded nervously, biting at my lip.
His finger scraped against my inner walls, once, twice, three times, and then—
“Ah!”
Jace’s smile turned lascivious. “That’s it,” he purred.
He crooked his finger again, and the spot inside me lit up like a sparkler. My knees buckled, my thighs squeezed around his hand, and my toes curled hard into the sheets. The noise I made was nothing I could recognize.
“Good boy.”
He kept massaging that spot until I was crying. The fear wilted, replaced by a dizzy, hot need. My hips jerked, seeking more, and the shame that should have gripped me only made my skin tingle.
Jace let out a breathless groan. “You want more? Say it, cherub.”
I shook my head, not in denial but because it was all too much. “I-I-”
“Shhh. It’s alright if you can’t say it. Daddy knows what you need.”
He pumped the finger, gentle but steady, in and out, each time twisting a little deeper, a little more intense. “That’s it, baby, just let yourself feel good.”
I made a noise—half protest, half desperate plea.
My arms pulled the pillow under me tight, clutching for something to anchor my body as the sensations ricocheted through my core.
My face burned, but I couldn’t turn away, not when he was watching me so closely and breathing me in like I was his everything.
“Pretty little Vessel,” he purred, and my spine arched as he curled his finger again. I could feel it—the building, pulsing thing—hot and terrible and strange, like something was about to snap and I would shatter along with it.
He was loving this. I could see it in the intensity of his gaze, the way his lips parted in awe as he worked me open.
“Tell me how it feels,” Jace ordered, his voice rough.
My mouth fumbled, words tripping over themselves as I tried to remember what language was.
“It’s… it’s…” I tried again, but all that came out was a soft, desperate whine.
“It’s s-so much.” The tears that filled my eyes now weren’t from pain.
They weren’t even really from shame. It was more like something in me was coming undone.
His voice gentled as he said, “You’re doing perfect, baby. Just a little more, yeah?”
I nodded. The movement made the pressure shift inside me, and I let out a humiliating, keening sound. I wanted to burrow under the blankets and vanish, but Jace’s gaze held me hostage.
Oh God, it felt like something was coming—something explosive and life-altering and so, so sinful.
“Jace,” I panted.
“Are you gonna come for me, sweet boy?”
“H-help, please,” I begged.
Jace groaned, pupils blown out. “Come, Elior.” A hand wrapped around my swollen shaft, the pressure and the sensation of his rough palm made my eyes roll back as my body shuddered and locked up.
“Oh, oh, ohhh,” I moaned, rocking into his hand as rope after rope of sticky white shot onto my bed.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Empty those tight little balls for Daddy. Fuuuck, yes,” he growled.
My hips twitched as a final, small spurt left me, then I collapsed, boneless.
Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes, my cheek resting against the pillow. Somewhere through the fog, I recognized Jace getting up from the bed and the rustling of his clothes.
When a hot, spongy thing rubbed against my lips, my eyes popped open, and I was met with the sight of Jace standing over me, his hand tugging his long, tanned penis.
The flushed head circled my lips, painting them with his arousal.
I sucked in a breath and glanced up at Jace, who was staring down at me with half-lidded eyes.
“So goddamn perfect,” he grunted, his hand practically blurring. “Gonna take such good care of you.”
I swallowed and inhaled his musk, then cautiously flicked my tongue along his tip.
“Fuck,” he moaned, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. “Were you curious for a taste? Such a good boy. What do you think? You like Daddy’s cock?”
My face reddened. He used such vulgar words with ease.
“Close your eyes. Gotta come on that perfect fucking face.”
I gasped quietly, but stayed still, closing my eyes as he’d asked.
It was only a few seconds before Jace let out a long, drawn-out moan, and I felt the hot spray of his release across my skin.
“Mine,” he said, before joining me back on the bed.
A minute or two passed with both of us catching our breath, then Jace placed a chaste kiss on my shoulder and started to get up.
The fog cleared from my head, and suddenly everything felt too bright.
My skin was flushed and sensitive, and my heart was stumbling over itself in a way that made my whole being ache. Jace was moving around the room—quiet, purposeful, not hurried at all. Somehow that made it worse. Or better. I didn’t know.
I didn’t know anything right then.
My limbs trembled as I pushed myself upright, and a sharp pain shot across my back. I sucked in a hiss and immediately hunched forward, instinctively protecting the wounded skin.
“Easy,” Jace murmured. “Be careful.” His voice was close. Too close. When I looked up, he was already standing beside the bed, his eyes softened in a way that stole the breath from my lungs. “I’m gonna help you clean up, okay?”
Heat rushed to my face so fast it made me dizzy. “I… I can do it,” I whispered, though even my voice shook at the effort.
“No,” he said gently, kneeling so we were eye-level. “Not with your back like this. You’re hurting.” A beat of silence. Then, quieter, he said, “Let me take care of you. Please?”
My throat tightened. I couldn’t look at him for more than a second. Everything between us felt impossibly tangled—warm and terrifying and much too big to fit inside my head.
He stood and reached out a hand.
I stared at it.