Chapter 15 Elior #3
That did something to me—something deep and shivery. I tilted my chin, wanting more, and Jace kissed me again, deeper this time. His hand slid from my hair down to the side of my neck, his thumb brushing just below my jaw.
I sighed into him.
Jace swallowed the sound like it meant something to him.
The kiss grew slowly, naturally, like he was letting me set the pace even though he was the one guiding it. His mouth coaxed mine open just a little more, and heat rushed through me so fast I thought I might shake apart from the overwhelming desire he made me feel.
Jace shifted, drawing me closer until our groins pressed together, the hard, searing length in his sweatpants making me gasp. His other hand slid along my waist, firm and steady, and I let my fingers curl up around the back of his neck.
“Is this okay?” he asked, lips brushing mine with every word.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More. Please. Please, Daddy.”
He kissed me again, pushing his tongue past my lips.
It wrapped around my own, pulling greedy noises from my throat.
I shook in my Daddy’s arms, the sheer pleasure drowning out Father’s rules a little more every second.
Daddy kissed me like he wanted me soft, wanted me safe, wanted me—the real me, not the version Father had sculpted. Not the Vessel.
Just Elior.
Without thinking, my hips began to grind against his, and Daddy sucked in a quiet breath like the contact startled him.
“Careful,” he whispered, forehead dropping to my cheek for a moment as he caught himself. “You’re making it real hard to be patient.”
“Do you… want to stop?” I asked, heart thumping hard, suddenly anxious that I’d already messed this up.
“God, no.” His thumb stroked my cheek again, and my chest deflated with relief. “I want you, Elior. I just want to make sure you understand that I’m not going to be able to stop if you let me keep going.”
“O-okay,” I mumbled, blushing hard. “It won’t hurt, will it?”
He smiled, brushing his lips against mine again. I kissed him back with a little more confidence, a little more hunger. My fingers slid into his hair, tugging his pretty black strands, making him moan.
“Daddy?” I whispered against his lips. The word slipped out more easily this time, as if it belonged here.
Jace’s hand at my waist tightened just slightly, his thumb stroking slow arcs that made heat pool low in my stomach.
“It won’t hurt,” he murmured, voice thick, lips ghosting mine.
“Maybe a little bit at the start, but then it’ll feel amazing.
I’ll be so careful with you, baby. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.
You just have to let Daddy take care of you.
Can you do that? Can you let me show you how much I care about you? ”
I panted against his mouth, “Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Such a sweet boy,” he said, gliding his hands from my waist lower, until soon they cupped my bottom, lightly squeezing and massaging. “Saved yourself just for me, didn’t you?”
I squirmed in his grip as he used his hands on my butt to pull me forward, rocking me against him.
Daddy rubbed himself against me before sucking a kiss into my neck. I whined, quickly becoming delirious with want.
“Say it, cherub.”
“Wh-what?”
“Tell Daddy that you saved your precious virginity for him,” Jace urged, scraping my throat with his teeth.
“B-but—”
Jace swallowed down my confusion, sucking my tongue hard enough to throw me over the edge. I moaned raggedly into his mouth as a wave of pleasure overtook me, and my cum flooded my underwear.
“Say it,” Daddy demanded with a smirk.
Maybe—maybe I had? Daddy knew more about these things than I did, so maybe…
My mind felt all fuzzy and warm as I gave him what he wanted. “Yes, Daddy. I-I saved myself for you. Just you, Daddy.”
“Mmm, yeah, you did. God, you’re so cute. Did you come in your pajamas, baby? Did you come from my tongue in your mouth like a good boy?”
I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment.
“My sensitive little virgin,” Daddy purred.
“Stop teasing,” I whispered.
Daddy chuckled, then began to sit up. My heart dropped. Was he leaving? Was he tired of me already?
My hand shot out, grabbing his shirt with shaking fingers. “Don’t go, please—I-I’m sorry! I can do it right, I promise! Just please don’t leave—”
“No, baby, I’m not leaving,” Daddy promised, his eyes soft as he looked at my hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt. Gently, he pulled my hand off, squeezing it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to try something. Is that okay?”
I nibbled my lip, but nodded. “Whatever you want, Daddy. Just please don’t leave.”
“There’s no way in hell I’d leave you like this, cherub. Now, can you let me get up?” He slowly released my hand and climbed out of bed.
“Should I get up too?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered, using a hand to tug his shirt off over his head.
I lost my train of thought at the sight of all his naked skin and muscles. He was so beautiful. I couldn’t understand why he’d want someone like me.
“Cherub,” he laughed, regaining my attention. I blushed, ducking my head. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a compliment. Trust me, it’s a turn on when you get so distracted looking at me.”
I peeked up at him through my lashes. “What’s a turn on?”
Daddy’s eyes darkened, his eyelids lowering to half-mast. He groaned deeply, “That’s another one.” When he saw my confusion, he smiled and added, “It means something that arouses you. Something that makes your dick hard.”
“Oh,” I peeped, making him laugh lightheartedly.
“Now get up, Elior,” he said. I swallowed nervously but did as he said, scrambling off the bed, only wincing a little at the sticky wet mess in my pants.
When I looked to him for direction, he took a step closer to me and reached out to play with the hem of my shirt.
“Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice soft.
My fingers trembled as I pulled my shirt off and placed it on my bed. He looked at me expectantly, nodding his head towards my pants. I took a deep breath and repeated a mantra in my head: it’s not sinful, it’s not sinful, it’s not sinful.
I slid off my sleep shorts, then stood there still, flicking my gaze up to Daddy for approval.
“Good boy. Underwear, too,” he coaxed, reaching for his own waistband and tugging down his pants. I swallowed thickly as his bulge was revealed. He held my gaze as he slowly pulled down his briefs.
I lowered my own, relieved to be free from the stickiness, and stared wide-eyed as Jace’s… dick… jutted up towards his chiseled abdomen. Heat swirled low in my belly as I admired him.
His looked so different from mine. It was longer and thicker, brown with a rosy red head, while mine was small and pale, constantly leaking like it was overexcited.
“Come here, cherub.”