Chapter 6 Jace #3
The steam from the bath was thick and heavy around us as I kept stroking him.
“Please, please, please,” he begged, his voice tight with need.
“Did you miss this between us, baby?” I asked languidly, teasing his slit with my thumbnail. “Because I know I fucking did. You have no idea. The way I wanted to take you in front of all those idiots, show them exactly why you’ll never be anyone’s but mine.”
His whimpers grew louder, hips bucking into my fist as I pumped his cock harder, the soap making everything slick and smooth under the water. Elior’s face was flushed, eyes half-lidded with that needy haze I loved seeing on him.
“Daddy,” he gasped, voice breaking.
“Answer the question,” I commanded, tightening my grip for just a second.
Elior keened, writhing in the water. “I-I missed it!” he cried.
I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing firm against the underside of his shaft, feeling it throb in my grip.
“Good boy. That’s what I wanted to hear.
You’ve been gone too long, cherub. Daddy’s cock has been aching for that tight little hole of yours.
” My finger at his ass pushed a bit more, the tip breaching the ring of muscle just enough to make him clench and whine.
He arched, water splashing over the tub’s edge, and his free hand gripped the rim. “Daddy, please! Please… it feels… empty,” he confessed, the words tumbling out quietly and raw, like he was admitting a secret shame. “Inside… I feel so empty without you.”
Fuck, that hit me like a punch to the gut—in the best way.
My chest swelled with dark satisfaction, possessive fire roaring through me.
Empty. He was admitting it; he needed me to fill him up, to claim every inch.
My sweet, broken boy, finally voicing what I knew he craved.
I grinned, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, my breath hot against his skin.
“Empty, huh? Poor baby. Daddy’s gonna fix that right now. Gonna stuff that greedy ass full until you’re screaming my name.”
Elior shivered, a soft moan escaping as my finger sank deeper, knuckle-deep now, curling to brush his prostate. His cock jerked in my hand, precum leaking into the soapy water. “P-please,” he stammered.
I pulled my hand from his dick, ignoring his distressed whine, and grabbed his hips instead. “Up, cherub. On your hands and knees. Show Daddy that pretty hole.”
He hesitated for a split second, eyes wide with nerves, but the obedience won out.
Trembling, he shifted in the tub, water sloshing as he turned and planted his palms on the porcelain, knees spreading wide beneath him.
His ass broke the surface, pale cheeks parting slightly to reveal that pink pucker, clenching in anticipation.
God, he looked so goddamn perfect like this. The steam curled around us, making his skin glisten and his hair stick to his neck. I spread his cheeks with one hand, thumb tracing the rim, watching it flutter.
“Such a tiny little hole, baby. I’m going to have to train it to be able to take a cock again, aren’t I?”
He whimpered, his ears and neck flushing red.
I chuckled low, spitting into my palm for extra slick before pressing two fingers against his entrance.
No more teasing—he needed this, and I was done holding back.
I pushed in slowly but firmly, feeling the heat of him clamp down, that velvet grip sucking me deeper.
Elior cried out, back bowing, but he still pushed back against me, greedy for more.
“That’s it. Good boy. Good fucking boy.”
I scissored my fingers, twisting them to open him up, my free hand reaching around to grab his cock again.
It was rock-hard and leaking steadily, and I stroked in time with my thrusts—deep, curling probes that nailed his prostate every time.
He moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, his body rocking between my hands.
Water lapped at his thighs, soaking my shirt where I knelt, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was him, falling apart for me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, adding a third finger, the stretch making him gasp and clench.
“Gonna loosen you up good. Get you ready for my cock later. You want that, don’t you?
Daddy’s thick dick pounding this hole until you can’t walk straight.
” My fingers plunged faster, hooking relentlessly, while my thumb worked the head of his cock, smearing precum down the shaft.
Elior’s breath came in pants, his arms shaking as he struggled to continue holding himself up. “Daddy… oh, oh Daddy—please, yes, please! I love you. I love you so much—ah—so much, Daddy.” He was babbling now, ass grinding back to meet every thrust.
I obliged, slamming my fingers in deep, the wet squelch mixing with his cries. “That’s my boy. Beg for it. Tell Daddy how much you love getting your ass reamed like a little whore.” My grip on his cock tightened, jerking rough and fast, feeling him swell—so close.
“Daddy!” he sobbed, head dropping, blonde strands trailing in the water.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I love y-your fingers, Daddy! Love you.”
“Yeah? You love being your Daddy’s whore?”
“I love it—I love you… please, oh!”
“Say it, Elior. Tell me what you are.”
“Daddy’s whore!” he cried. “I’m Daddy’s whore!”
“Fuck yes, you are. Come for me, cherub,” I commanded, voice rough with lust. “Come all over Daddy’s hand. Show me how much you needed this—how much you need me.”
One final curl of my fingers against that spot, and he shattered—body seizing, cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into the water, milky swirls mixing with the suds. He wailed my name, ass clamping down like a vice on my fingers, milking them as he rode out the waves.
I kept pumping, drawing it out until he slumped, boneless and spent, soft whimpers escaping his lips. Slowly, I withdrew, patting his ass gently. “Such a good boy. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
He turned his head, eyes glassy and sated. I cupped his face, kissing him deep, tasting the salt of his tears mixed with need. He was home. He was mine. And this was just the start.
“Welcome home, baby boy.”