Chapter 20 Elior #2
“Did he…” I hesitated. “Look angry at me?”
“No, he looked like someone who remembered exactly what you did for him.”
The memory flickered—Silas scared and shaking, Father’s hand wrapped around the whip, my own voice cutting through the air, offering to take it instead.
I squeezed Jace’s pinky.
We fell quiet again, staring at the ceiling.
It didn’t look so empty anymore.
It looked like space.
And space, I was learning, didn’t always mean isolation.
Sometimes it meant room to grow.
Jace shifted beside me, and this time he didn’t just let our shoulders touch.
He rolled onto his side and tugged gently at my arm until I turned toward him. I went easily, melting into his warmth. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
“You did your part,” he said quietly, pressing his lips to my temple. “You survived. You told the truth. You don’t have to keep living back there.”
“I’m not trying to,” I whispered.
“I know, but you drift when you’re tired.”
I did.
My forehead rested against his collarbone. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my cheek.
“Hey,” he said softly, nudging my chin up so I had to look at him. “Look at me.”
I did.
“You are not the Vessel,” he said. “You are not their symbol. You are not your father’s legacy. You’re mine. And I’m yours,” he added more quietly. “This—” his hand slid between us, resting over my sternum “—is our life. Not theirs.”
“I don’t want to forget them,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” he replied. “Just don’t live for them. Live for me, baby boy.” His nose brushed mine lightly.
“I do, Daddy.”
“Hmm… Why don’t we do something to get your mind back where it should be?” he coaxed, his voice becoming sultry.
I let out a shaky exhale, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. The weight of the past clung to me still, and I knew Daddy had the strength to take it from my shoulders.
His hand splayed across my lower back, thumb tracing lazy circles that dipped lower with each pass, brushing the curve of my ass.
I nodded, pressing closer, my body already responding to him. Not that it ever actually stopped responding to him…
His free hand tilted my chin up, and he captured my mouth in a deep kiss, tongue sliding in to claim me. I whimpered into it, tasting the faint salt of his skin. My hands roamed up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle under my palms.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak, forehead resting against mine. “Strip for me, cherub. Unless you want me to ruin another one of your outfits.”
My cheeks flushed, and I obeyed, sitting up to peel off my shirt, then shimmying out of my pants and boxers.
My penis sprang free, half-hard already, curving up toward my stomach.
Daddy watched every move, his gaze hungry, before he stood and undressed himself with efficient motions—shirt tossed aside, pants kicked off, revealing his thick, built frame, and the trail of dark hair leading down to his heavy cock, already thickening.
He climbed back onto the bed, pushing me down gently but firmly onto my back.
“Good boy,” he praised. He pulled his necklace over his head, and I shivered in anticipation. “Let’s get this off.” The key slid into the tiny lock on my cage, then clicked. I sighed as he slipped the contraption off of me, feeling the blood rush to fill my length.
Daddy then wrapped his large hand around my shaft, making me gasp and buck my hips. He stroked me slowly, coaxing me fully hard, his thumb circling the head.
“Daddy…” I breathed, my fingers digging into the comforter.
“Shhh. Let me get you ready, sweet boy.” He stood, leaving me panting in need, and rustled around in his nightstand. It was probably only seconds until he was back on the bed, but it felt like an eternity.
I startled at the press of wet fingers against my entrance, then moaned as they pushed past my rim.
Starting with two fingers right off the bat was a lot, causing a burn that slowly turned into pleasure as he opened me up.
He took his time, going from two to three, making my belly hot with need.
When he finally slipped his digits out of me, I was more than ready for him.
But that wasn’t what he had in mind. At least, not yet. Because instead of lining up his cock and entering me, he straddled my hips and reached behind himself with the same hand he’d just had in me.
He grunted, keeping eye contact with me as he began to finger himself.
I lay there, stunned, unable to look away.
“You’re going to fuck me, Elior,” he said, his voice commanding. “But I’m still in charge. This is just another way for me to play with you. Do you understand?”
My mouth opened, and for a few seconds, no words came out. Eventually, I stuttered, “I-I don’t know how to—what if I hurt you—”
“You won’t hurt me, because I’ll be controlling how much I take.
And trust me, if I thought that cute little cock of yours was enough to hurt me, I wouldn’t be letting you in my ass.
I don’t usually like bottoming, but you were so goddamn desperate when I used the cocksleeve on you that I need to see your expression sliding into a real hole. ”
He leaned down, nipping at my jaw, then my throat, as he positioned himself higher, knees bracketing my waist. His ass hovered just above my cock, and he reached back, guiding the tip to press against his entrance.
My eyes widened, heart pounding. “Wait, please, Daddy!”
He chuckled darkly, sinking down just enough to let the head breach him, tight heat enveloping me. “Fuck, there we go.”
“It’s t-too tight, Daddy,” I cried.
His hands braced on my chest, fingers digging in as he lowered inch by inch onto my length. The stretch was visible in the flex of his thighs, but his expression was pure control, eyes never leaving mine.
Meanwhile, I think I probably looked like an absolute mess, throwing my head side to side, clawing at the bed.
I groaned, the vise-like grip of his ass pulling me deeper, hotter than anything I’d ever felt before.
“Yeah, that’s the look,” he growled, bottoming out with a roll of his hips.
He started slow, lifting up until just the tip remained inside, then sliding back down, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
His cock bobbed heavily between us, leaking onto my stomach with each descent.
I gripped his thighs, feeling the power in them as he used me, coaching with grunts and words.
“Harder when I say. Angle up—yeah, hit that spot. Fuck Daddy.”
Sweat beaded on his glowing tan skin, black hair falling forward as he picked up speed, ass clenching around me rhythmically. The room filled with the slap of skin, my moans mixing with his deeper groans.
“How does it feel, baby?” he asked.
I tried to answer him, but I couldn’t string together a sentence, incoherent, garbled words falling from my lips in between my pants and cries.
He smirked and began riding me hard, grinding down to take every inch. His hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with his bounces, the sight pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m not stopping until you come.”
“P-please,” I mewled.
“Come,” he ordered, squeezing around my length.
The command shattered me.
I cried out, hips jerking as I came, pulsing deep inside him, waves of pleasure ripping through my body.
He slowed, wringing out every last drop from me, then fell forward, arms caging me in as my thighs twitched from the strength of my release. His lips found mine in a messy kiss, possessive and sated, then all of a sudden, I’d been flipped onto my stomach, my face buried in a pillow.
Daddy plunged into me before I knew what was happening, making me shout. His fingers held my hips in a bruising grip as he began thrusting in and out at a punishing speed.
“Ah—fuck—almost there,” he panted, his voice strained. “God, I love this fucking hole.”
My lungs struggled to take in air, and with every thrust of Daddy’s hips, I became more and more lightheaded.
“You gonna come for me again, little slut?” he growled, his hand drawing back and smacking my ass, making my vision go blurry. “Break for me, Elior. Fucking shatter apart so Daddy can put you back together.”
My eyes rolled back in my skull as he began hitting my spot on every stroke. My mouth was open, drool wetting the pillowcase, but I couldn’t hear what sounds were coming out of it anymore.
“Come for me, baby boy,” he grunted, sounding winded. “Come on. You can do it. Give Daddy another.”
I’m pretty sure I screamed as I shook apart, sparks lighting up every nerve throughout the entirety of my body.
I think I blacked out for a second, because the next thing I knew, Daddy was slipping out of me and pressing kisses up the length of my spine.
“You came dry,” he said.
“What does that mean?” I croaked.
He chuckled against my skin, then fell on his side next to me. I rolled my head to the side to look at him.
“Means you came, but nothing came out.”
“Oh,” I sighed, too exhausted to really care.
“Hey, Elior.”
“Mm?”
“Let’s get married tomorrow.”