Chapter 17 Jace #2
That did it. The restraint I’d been clinging to snapped like a frayed wire.
I surged forward, pushing him into the mattress and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing as I devoured him.
My hands roamed, yanking the shirt up and off, exposing his pale skin to the dim light.
He gasped into my mouth, but his body responded, hips grinding up against mine.
I pulled back just enough to flip him onto his stomach, my knee digging into the bed for leverage. “Stay still,” I growled, and he did, freezing like prey caught in a trap.
From the nightstand drawer, I grabbed the zip ties I’d stashed there months ago—just in case. I looped one around his wrists, pulling it tight enough to bite into his flesh. He tested it once, a small tug, then relaxed, his cheek pressed to the pillow.
“Good boy, letting your Daddy use you,” I muttered, my cock already straining against my pants.
I shuffled on my knees down the bed, roughly tugging Elior’s ankles together before fastening another zip tie around them.
I ended up having to use two, looping them together, not willing to truly cut into his skin, even like this.
I stripped off my shirt, tossing it aside, then reached for the utility knife in the drawer. The blade clicked open, sharp and gleaming.
Elior twisted his head to watch, his breath hitching. “Jace…”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I hooked the edge of the knife under the waistband of his pajama pants, the soft fabric giving way with a rip as I sliced through.
The sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by his sharp inhale.
I cut along the seams, peeling the ruined cloth away from his legs, exposing his underwear-clad ass.
I roughly groped his cheeks, getting harder from the way he’d started panting beneath me.
I tugged his hips up, then pulled his briefs up from his skin, just enough to slice a cut into the middle of them, exposing his twitching hole.
The sight of him like that, bound and stripped, ignited everything I’d been holding back. I sheathed the knife and shoved my pants down, freeing my cock. It throbbed, thick and ready, precum already beading at the tip.
I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to force his mouth open.
“Open,” I commanded, and he did, lips parting wide.
I thrust in without warning, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping me.
He gagged at first, throat constricting around my length, but he didn’t pull away.
His tongue flattened against the underside, sucking as I pushed deeper.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hips snapping forward. I fucked his mouth hard and relentlessly, the stress pouring out with every thrust. His saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the tears leaking from his eyes. He choked, body jerking as he struggled for oxygen.
I didn’t let up. My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place as I drove into his throat, feeling it bulge around me. His breaths came in ragged gasps between thrusts, chest heaving. Spots danced in his vision—I could see it in the way his eyes shuttered and went hazy—but he took it.
The pressure built fast, my balls tightening as I chased release. “Swallow it all,” I rasped, and then I came, flooding his mouth with hot spurts. He gulped it down, then coughed as I pulled out, strings of cum and spit connecting us.
He looked up at me with a dazed expression, his face thoroughly wrecked.
I cupped his flushed, tear-stained cheek, and said, “Night’s just getting started, baby boy.”
As he caught his breath, I reached into my nightstand for the blindfold. I straddled his bound legs, the fabric soft as I tied it securely over his eyes.
“We won’t do quiet time. I just need you to be helpless for me. Daddy can’t be soft enough with you for quiet time right now.”
I slapped his ass, hard enough to leave a red mark, and he yelped, the sound going straight to my dick. I flipped him onto his back, leaving his tied wrists trapped under him. His caged cock leaked copious amounts of precum onto his skin.
I traced a finger down his chest, circling a nipple before pinching it roughly. Elior arched, moaning low in his throat.
I left him there for a moment, stepping back to admire my work while I kicked off the rest of my clothes.
Naked now, I padded to the bathroom, grabbing a new bottle of lube from the cabinet since the one in my drawer was almost empty.
When I returned, he was straining against the ties, breath coming faster.
“Daddy?” he asked, voice anxious and edged with need. “Please don’t leave me.”
“It’s alright, I’m here. God, it’s really fucking hot to know you wouldn’t survive without me if I left you like this.
” I climbed onto the end of the bed, stroking up and down his legs, pupils dilating each time my finger skipped over the edge of the zip ties.
“Sometimes I wish we’d met a different way, you know.
If I’d run into you outside of work, I could’ve just taken you.
I wouldn’t have had to worry about anyone knowing you’re here. ”
Elior whimpered, “D-Daddy…”
“I wouldn’t hurt you, baby. Well, not much. It would depend on whether you tried to escape or not. You’re such a good boy for me, though, so I doubt I’d have to worry about that.”
I smirked at the fantasy, then yanked his legs up, setting his ankles on my shoulder.
This wasn’t the best angle to open him up, but it’d work.
I squirted some lube on my fingers and reached under him to find his crease.
My other hand helped to hold his legs up.
He jolted as I found his hole and pushed a finger inside.
“My cage,” he cried, his walls rippling around my forefinger.
“I don’t know, baby…” I teased. “Why take it off when you can come from your hole?”
I added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him open, the wet sounds filling the room. He writhed, blindfold hiding his expressions, but I could see the flush creeping up his neck, hear the desperate whines escaping his lips.
When he was close—teetering on the edge—I pulled out abruptly, leaving him empty and panting.
“Not yet,” I growled, slapping his thigh.
Scooping him up effortlessly, his body limp and sweat-slick against mine, I carried him out of the bedroom, his blindfolded face nuzzling into my shoulder.
The living room was dim, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
I lowered him onto the couch, arranging him on his knees, ass up, wrists still behind his back.
He stayed put obediently, waiting. I stood behind him, stroking my hardening cock as I watched his hole flutter, still slick from my fingers.
I couldn’t resist. Grabbing his hips, I lined up and thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one go. Elior cried out, body jolting forward, but the ties kept him in place. His ass gripped me like a vice, hot and tight, pulling me in deeper with every involuntary clench.
I fucked him hard, hips slamming against his cheeks, the slap of skin echoing off the walls.
“Take it,” I grunted, one hand fisting his hair to yank his head back.
He moaned, pushing back to meet my thrusts, his cock straining against its cage.
“Such a slutty hole. Be glad you’re a virgin, baby boy, because I would honest-to-God kill anyone who’s ever seen this tight little boycunt. ”
The rhythm built fast, my control fraying as I pounded into him. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with his. When I felt him tightening around me, I pulled out just before he could come, leaving him crying in frustration.
“No, please! Please let me come, please! Daddy!”
“You beg so sweetly, but no.” I left him there, ass red and gaping slightly, while I went to the kitchen for water. He called out softly, but I ignored it, letting the anticipation build.
When I returned, I pressed the cold glass to his lips. “Drink.”
He obeyed, swallowing greedily, water spilling down his chin onto his chest. I set it aside and knelt behind him again, this time sliding three fingers into his stretched hole without warning.
“Daddy!” He bucked, whining as I twisted my digits inside him, rubbing his prostate until tears soaked the blindfold.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I grunted, pumping faster. “This useless little cock of yours is leaking like a fountain.”
His body shook, on the verge again, but I stopped, withdrawing my hand with a wet pop.
“No, n-no, no—please,” he sobbed, yanking against his bindings to no avail.
“Remember, you asked for this,” I purred, smiling widely.
I carried him next to the kitchen island, the cool marble against his chest as I bent him over it. Blindfolded and exposed, he looked like a feast.
I dropped to my knees behind him, then gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him open. He was going to be absolutely covered in bruises and bites tomorrow.
I bit into the bouncy flesh of his left ass cheek, to which he yelled and tried to buck away from. I soothed the impression of teeth marks I’d left with my tongue before licking my way over to his hole.
I ate him out then, sucking on the rim before plunging my tongue inside. He thrashed, moans turning to sobs of pleasure.
I fingered him while I licked, two digits curling deep, until he was begging incoherently.
Only then did I stand, thrusting my cock back into him, fucking him against the counter.
The angle hit deep, his body sliding against the marble with each brutal snap of my hips.
I came inside him this time, filling his ass with hot cum, groaning as he clenched around me.
“Please, Daddy,” he sniffled. “It hurts. P-please…”