Chapter 7 Elior #2
“Imagine if you stepped out alone, cherub. Everyone’s eyes would be on you.
They’d all judge you, just like they did at the hospital.
But I won’t let that happen. You’ll stay inside, where I can feed you, fuck you, hold you whenever I want.
Daddy’s little secret, all locked up and pretty for me.
” His mouth claimed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Promise me you won’t take a step outside this house without me. ”
“I—” His teeth grazed the skin down my neck and along my collarbone, jumbling my thoughts.
“Promise me,” he insisted.
“I promise,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I promise, Daddy.”
I squirmed, a soft moan escaping as his hands continued to caress me.
“Feel how your body’s responding?” he asked, a faint smirk on his lips.
I nodded, embarrassed. “That’s because it knows it belongs to me.
This cock,” he palmed me firmly through my pants, stroking my growing bulge slowly, “gets hard for Daddy’s touch alone.
No one else. And this ass?” His other hand reached around and squeezed, fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks under the cloth.
“Fuck, this ass,” he groaned. “So damn perfect, baby. I’m going to fill it up every single day. Gonna keep you nice and bred.”
Daddy shoved my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside without care.
His eyes darkened further, drinking in the sight of my bare torso. He leaned down, tongue flicking out to lave one nipple, then the other, before biting gently, drawing a moan from my lips. My hands fisted in his hair, urging him on, even as my mind spun from the intensity.
He chuckled darkly against my skin, the sound vibrating through me.
“That’s right, cherub. Let me take care of you.
” His hands worked on my pants next. I lifted up to help him slide them down, along with my underwear, leaving me completely naked on his lap.
The blanket had fallen away at some point, and I flushed from how exposed I felt.
Jace paused, his eyes raking over me from head to toe, a predatory smile curling his lips. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “So fucking perfect for me.”
A hand wrapped around my now bare length, and pumped me once, twice, Daddy’s grip firm and sure, making me buck into his fist with a whine.
“Daddy, oh, please,” I begged. The vulnerability hit me again, but it only fueled the fire between us.
“Please what?” he taunted, lips at the nape of my neck, one hand sliding between my legs to cup my balls, rolling them gently.
“I-I don’t know!”
“You don’t know? Poor baby,” he purred.
“I just want you,” I whined.
“Do you need Daddy to fuck you?”
Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes, and I nodded rapidly.
Daddy’s resulting grin was full of dangerous promise.
Next thing I knew, he’d stood from the couch with me cradled in his strong arms, and begun walking us back to our bedroom.
I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into the warm fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid muscle beneath.
When we reached the bedroom, Daddy lowered me onto our soft new bed, the sheets cool against my heated skin. I sank into them, watching as he straightened up, his eyes locked on mine.
“Stay right there,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled it open. The bottle of lube glinted in the light as he grabbed it, along with a small towel.
I bit my lip, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. Daddy climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs as he pushed them apart with his knees. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, the slick sound making my cock twitch against my stomach.
He rubbed the lube between his fingers to warm it, then trailed his hand down my thigh, hooking my knee over his arm to expose me fully.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve taken my cock in this pretty ass, so I need to be careful and take my time opening you up.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me gasp, my hole clenching instinctively. Daddy paused, circling the rim teasingly, spreading the lube around before pressing just the tip inside.
“Relax and let me in, baby. Just like in the bath,” he coaxed, his free hand stroking my hip. I exhaled, forcing my muscles to loosen, and he pushed in deeper.
I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow, hips lifting slightly to meet his movements.
“That’s it,” Daddy praised, adding a second finger after a few strokes. He scissored them carefully, stretching me wider, the lube making obscene wet sounds that filled the room. His eyes burned with hunger as he watched my reactions, his cock straining against his pants. “Just one more now.”
I gripped the sheets, breaths coming in short pants, completely at his mercy. “Daddy—ah!”
“Maybe I should get you a plug,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me. I wasn’t sure what kind of plug he was talking about, though.
Every thrust of his fingers drew desperate sounds from my throat, especially when they grazed against that special spot inside me that made my whole body light up.
When he finally withdrew his digits, I whimpered at the loss, but it was short-lived. Daddy positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging my hole.
“This might hurt a bit. Just at first. Remember our first time?” I gulped, but nodded. “Don’t be nervous, cherub. Just let Daddy in,” he instructed, voice softening just a fraction amid the dominance. I did, inhaling deeply as he pushed in, inch by inch, filling me until he was seated to the hilt.
The fullness was exquisite; it was too much, but I craved it—craved him. The stretch stung, but I breathed through it as he stilled, letting me adjust, his hands soothing over my back.
“Good boy,” he grunted out roughly. “Fuck you’re tight. Try to relax your hole a little, baby. That’s it, there you go.”
Then he moved, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at the sheets. Each thrust hit deep, his hips snapping against my ass with a slap, his grunts mingling with my cries.
“Daddy!”
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back, exposing my throat for his bites.
Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building relentlessly.
I struggled to comprehend his demand as I writhed and moaned and cried. It took a minute, but finally I gasped, “So f-full! Deep—it’s going so deep. Oh God, oh Daddy! It’s too much!”
“Don’t come yet, cherub,” he ordered. “Be good and let Daddy use you.”
He sped up, pounding harder, his breath ragged. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I desperately held back my rapidly impending orgasm. I shook my head from left to right, feeling so incredibly overwhelmed.
Pretty soon, I was sobbing, “Daddy, please, please! I’m gonna go crazy. It’s so much—ngh—too much!”
“I’m almost there,” he panted, his hips crashing into me hard enough that I’d surely bruise. “Just a little longer—hold it just a bit longer.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. All it did was make me focus even harder on how he was filling me. In and out and in and out and—
Oh God, I couldn’t take it.
It felt like my skin was on fire.
Just as I had lost hope, Daddy buried himself deep, his shaft throbbing.
“Come.”
That was all I needed.
I exploded with a tortured yet transcendent wail, drenching my stomach in my own spend, as my inner walls clenched and spasmed. Daddy followed with a roar, flooding me with his hot cum, and marking me inside as thoroughly as his words did.
If you’d asked me last night what I’d be doing tonight, it definitely wouldn’t have been this.
I couldn’t believe I was free.
Free and claimed.