Chapter 15
Greyson
Lane stirred slightly in his sleep, his hands unconsciously kneading my shirt as we laid facing each other on my bed. I carefully used a finger to brush away a stray curl that had fallen across his face. He looked so serene with his pale, freckled face slack and his small, soft lips open just a smidge, a glossy sheen on them from drool. Both of his hands clutched my shirt, like he was trying to keep me as close as possible. I drew my thumb over his lips, pulling down the bottom one. He scrunched his face in his sleep before curling even further into me, his head tucked into my chest. I placed a chaste kiss on top of his head, wondering how his mental state was going to be once he awoke.
I about had a heart attack when I opened his motel room door and found him bathed in blood, repeatedly stabbing something on the bed, awake but unresponsive. It took me until I was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, to see that the something was a man. He was completely eviscerated. Lane’s eyes were faraway, and he paid me no mind as I checked him for injuries. He just continued stabbing, although he was only stabbing into the mattress at that point since there was nothing substantial left of the man’s upper half for him to stab.
“You spend one night without me…tsk,” I whispered to his sleeping fa ce. If I hadn’t shown up when I did, he could have been caught by police and incarcerated for murder. Lane wouldn’t survive an hour in jail, let alone prison. Just thinking about it was making me furious.
Suddenly, Lane’s eyes flickered open. He gazed up from my chest with wonder. “Daddy? Am I dreaming?”
I chuckled under my breath, my fingers entwining with his. “Hey, princess. You’re not dreaming. You certainly caused a commotion though, running away like that.”
Lane looked up at me under his lashes. He squeezed my hand as he spoke. “I’m so sorry… I should have just waited for you to come home– I just– I was panicking. Oliver said that you were abusing me, and my emotions got all muddled in my head, I was so confused, Daddy.”
My eyes went soft, and I pulled him up so that we were laying face-to-face. I pressed my lips against his, and cradled his head in my palms.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Are you still feeling confused now?” I asked while rubbing his speckled cheeks.
“No, I was gonna find a way to call you so that you could come get me. How did you find me?” Lane swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He frowned, a nervous look appearing. “Um… Did I– I don’t remember a lot of last night. But um…” He bit his lower lip as it began to tremble. “Did you see– I mean, I remember some things but I’m not sure if it was just a bad dream or not. I don’t think I was drinking or anything–”
“Hush,” I instructed, tucking some of his loose hair behind his ear. “Can you tell me what you remember?”
“I had a bad dream about Tate and woke up having to puke. I went to the toilet and threw up. Chloe came in. Is Chloe okay?” Lane shot up into a seated position, scanning the room for his pet.
“Chloe’s okay, Lane. Don’t worry. I brought her home safe and sound, I promise.”
He sighed in relief before inching back so that his back was against the headboard. I raised to join him, wrapping the arm closest to him around his shoulders and pulling him so that his head was on my shoulder. He briefly nuzzled in, but then sat up and crawled into my lap. I couldn’t help but smile as he turned and laid his back against my chest, grabbing both of my arms and placing them around his chest.
“I think I did something really bad, Grey,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just continue with telling me what you can remember, alright?” I slid my hand up his chest and over his shoulder, landing on his nape. As I gently squeezed, he melted into me. He always gave in so prettily for me.
“So, I was in the bathroom with Chloe. I still felt sick even after throwing up. I missed you so much, and I kept telling myself that it was a stupid mistake to have run away. I decided that I’d go back to sleep for a couple hours and then find a way to call you. But then there was knocking at the door, and I thought that maybe it was you… I only opened the door a crack. It wasn’t you, it was the guy that checked me in. He was saying that he needed me to pay, even though I already did. I tried to close the door but he barged in. He um… he wanted me to sleep with him. I didn’t want to! I felt so sick when he touched me,” Lane faltered, pushing himself even further into me. “He wasn’t gonna leave and I was scared so I acted like I was into it and– and I found a knife and I think I stabbed him… I can’t remember anything after walking to the bed.”
I could hear he was beginning to cry, so I turned him so that he was straddling me in my lap. After giving him a kiss on his forehead, he buried his face into my neck, wrapping his arms and legs around my torso.
“Shhh,” I hushed him, rubbing his back. “You were just defending yourself, my love.” I felt as Lane’s body tensed in my arms.
“Your love?” He shakily whispered, pushing back a little so that he could see my face. “You really love me?”
“Of course I do. You could destroy the entire world and I would still love you. You could murder my brothers and I would still love you. You can run away over and over again, but I will keep finding you. You are my heart. I knew from the second I saw you that I wouldn’t be able to continue life without you in it. Baby, I will follow you to the edge of every abyss just to be able to pull you back into my arms. I have never once felt affection for someone, let alone love. You, my little fawn, were made just for me.”
Lane hiccuped through his tears. “I love you so much, Grey. I’m so sorry I left. I felt so alone without you,” he sobbed. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I don’t understand how you’re so patient with me. I wanna be with you forever, Daddy.” He clung to my shirt, little fists bunching the soft fabric.
“I know, darling.”
I used my thumb to wipe away his tears. I sucked the tear-stained digit into my mouth, unable to deny myself the taste. His eyes tracked the movement, his pink tongue darting out to lick his lips. He glanced up into my eyes, before rocking forward on my lap to plaster his mouth against mine. I grinned into the kiss, tangling a hand in his beautiful hair. As I pulled him off of my lips, I found that his pupils had blown wide, his eyes rimmed in red.
“Please,” he quietly begged, trying to fight against my grip in his hair.
“Is my baby boy needy?” I purred. Lane nodded the best he could given my hold on him. “Poor thing. What would you do without me?” Lane whined, grinding his ass against my hardening cock.
“I need you, Daddy,” he panted.
“Oh, baby. Does your sweet hole feel empty?”
“Mhm,” he groaned, continuing to rock himself on my lap.
“Okay, lift up and take off your pants. Once they’re off, we’ll fix your little problem.” Lane whimpered before shimmying out of the silk pajama pants I’d dressed him in. “Good boy. Now turn - ass up, eyes closed.”
He shivered at the praise and quickly turned to face the end of the bed, pushing his upper body into the sheets as his plump alabaster ass seductively wiggled in the air. I reached to grab my bottle of lube from my nightstand, opening the drawer to retrieve the butt plug I wanted in him. I poured the lube directly onto the top of his crease, causing a shiver from Lane due to its coldness. I circled his tempting pucker with my index finger before slowly pushing it in. I let him get used to it for a few seconds before sliding in a second finger and curling them to stroke his prostate. Lane’s entire body shook as he moaned and pushed back. When I removed my fingers from his greedy hole, he whined and scratched my legs in frustration. I gave him a light spank, causing him to jerk forward. Pulling him by his thighs, I drew him in closer to me. I quickly lubed up the tapered butt plug. Using one hand to hold him open, I brought the tip of the plug to his rim.
“Wait– What’s that?” Lane questioned, trying to turn to take a look. His elbows gave out as I began working the plug into his tight asshole. He let out a long, keening moan as the plug bottomed out. The plug was a substantial length and width - not too big, but not too small. Just enough to get him stretched and ready for me. He rocked back experimentally a couple of times, shuddering at the feeling.
I slapped his hip before speaking, “You’re going to keep that in while I explain what happened at the motel. Once I’m done, I’ll give you my cock. Now, turn back towards me and sit on my lap. You can rub your little cock against me if you need to, but no coming.”
Lane gave another whimper as he crawled back into my lap, his eyes glazing over as he sat down. He rocked back and forth, grinding his dick against my stomach and using my thigh to put pressure against the plug.
“Ungh, Daddy,” he keened. I glanced down at his cock, smiling in satisfaction when I saw how wet it was from his leaking precum.
“Are you all wet for me, baby girl? Get that pussy nice and ready for Daddy,” I purred, leading his face to my neck. He immediately latched on and began sucking, causing a groan to rumble out of me. “Such a good girl. My good girl.” Lane whined into my neck, licking the length of a tendon. “Take what you need, darling. I need to tell you about the motel though, okay?” He made a noise of confirmation. “I’m not sure how long you were going at it before I arrived, but you must have either dissociated or gone into a psychotic episode. Either way, you wouldn’t answer me or even acknowledge I was there. You just kept stabbing, stabbing, stabbing.”
Lane flinched then went still, unlatching from my neck. “I don’t think we should–”
“Nope, keep grinding or you won’t earn my cock.” I said strictly. I could feel him frown into my neck, but he began kissing and sucking within a few seconds. He started thrusting his weeping cock against my abdomen, following my directions perfectly. “Where was I…? Ah, yes. You had stabbed that man so much that he barely had any of his upper body left. You were covered in blood, eyes unfocused. Fuck, you looked so fucking gorgeous,” I exclaimed, grabbing Lane by the hair once more to redirect him from my neck to my chest.
He latched onto a nipple, mouth suctioned around it, and began to suckle. His body sunk into mine, his hand coming up to rub and pinch my other nipple as he continued to suckle the first one. I stared down at him, stroking my hand through his hair. We’d have to revisit him suckling again in the future. It seemed as if he went into a calmer headspace. I made a mental note to also try cockwarming to test if that would get a similar result.
“My perfect girl. You look so soft and sweet like this. I love it. But, I also loved when you looked at me with a dazed expression, soaked in crimson, splatters of blood across your cheeks mixing with your freckles. You looked like a fallen angel. I should have taken a picture. Next time. Anyways, you started to come out of whatever was going on in that head of yours, so I gave you a little something to sleep. I took care of the clean-up, so no worries there. I got you and Chloe out of there and bathed you once we arrived home. And now we’re here. I was originally planning on punishing you for breaking the rules, but then you gifted me that beautiful vision of my feral kitten.”
Lane unlatched from my nipple and gazed up at my face. “What would have been my punishment?” He faintly asked, nuzzling his cheek against my chest hair.
“Do you want to find out?” I grinned salaciously.
Lane blushed and averted his eyes before murmuring into my chest. “Maybe? Is that dumb of me?”
“No, I think it’s very responsible of you to accept a punishment that I was going to forego. We can do it tonight.”
“Why not now?” He cocked his head.
I smiled as I dragged my hand down his back until I reached the base of the plug. Lane moaned as I tapped it. “Well, right now we’re a little preoccupied. Unless you don’t want my cock anymore?”
He shook his head, ginger curls bouncing. “No, we can do punishment later. Please fuck me now,” he begged, eyes wide with anxiety from the possibility of me denying him my shaft.
“If you insist,” I chuckled, grabbing the base of the plug and slowly pulling it out from his channel. He let out adorable little pants as it was dragged against his inner walls. Lane bit his lip hard as it popped out. I maneuvered him so that he was on his hands and knees, impatiently waiting for me to fill him.
“Please, Grey. I need it,” he whimpered, trembling until I grasped his hips and rubbed my length along his crease.
Letting go of his left hip, I lined my cock up and began to push it into his twitching hole. Once the tip passed the first ring of muscle, I put my hand back on his hip, gripping him tightly. He let out a squeak as I pushed the rest of my cock in, bottoming out sooner than he had expected. I set a brutal pace, thrusting my cock the deepest it could go, before pulling out almost all the way, and slamming back in. Lane began loudly moaning, unable to control the sounds coming out of his mouth.
“Too deep– ahh, Daddy ,” he sobbed.
I was gripping his hips so hard that I hoped he would develop fingerprint bruises. I let go of his hips and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him up so that he was on his knees with his back on my chest. I was able to repeatedly punch into his prostate in this position, causing Lane to scream and thrash in my hold.
“Take it, baby,” I grunted, biting and sucking marks into his skin. “Milk Daddy’s cock with your pussy. Fuck, yes. Just like that, princess. Just. Like. That.”
“I can’t– I can’t–” Lane wailed. I brought one of my hands up to his neck to collar his throat. As I squeezed, his moans became urgent, his thighs quivering. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” he chanted.
The harder I choked him, the tighter his hole became. His eyes rolled back as his channel started to pulse. He silently screamed, long spurts of cum shooting from his dick. I fucked him through his orgasm, biting his shoulder hard enough to break the fragile skin. He sobbed in my arms as he came until his balls were completely empty. I thrust up a final time, hitting his oversensitized prostate, my own orgasm whiting out my vision, as he went limp in my grasp. I unloaded deep inside of him, wishing that I could get him pregnant. He whimpered as I slowly slid my softening cock out of him. I lowered him onto the bed, staring at his puffy, red rim. I groaned as I watched my cum begin to drip out. I gathered some of the escaped creamy fluid on my finger, pushing it back in his well-fucked hole. Satisfied, I laid down next to him on my side, taking in his cum-drunk expression and mused hair.
God, I loved him.