Everything was just so warm.
Warm, warm, warm. So nice.
Jace chuckled, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of my crease. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”
Teeth grazed the swell of my butt, making me shiver. A sudden sharp bite had my eyes fluttering open once more, but this time, it also brought back my awareness.
My heart rate spiked as I pushed my chest off the mattress and into the air. A heavy hand on my low back kept me from jackknifing up completely. Pain lanced across my upper and mid-back, drawing a startled yelp from my lips.
“Shit, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Jace swore. “Lay back down slowly.”
I did as he said, wincing from the smarting wounds, but turned my head over my shoulder to confirm what my lower body was trying to tell me.
A panicked whine climbed out of my throat as I stared at Jace lying between my legs, his strong hands holding me down, his lips and chin shiny and slick from… from…
“Hey, sweet boy—hey, look at me. Look at my eyes, nothing else.” My bottom lip trembled as I stared pleadingly into his dark eyes. “Everything’s okay. I’m just taking care of you. I’m just making you feel good, that’s all.”
I shook my head, too stunned and overwhelmed for words.
“You were feeling good until just now. I know you were, baby,” he said, his voice soft and gentle, yet demanding at the same time. “You even called me Daddy.”
“B-but—I don’t—”
Jace held our eye contact, letting go of my hip to lightly press a finger to my entrance down there.
“Stop, J-Jace,” I stammered, frozen in place as he continued tapping his finger against me. “I don’t—I don’t understand—ah!” The tip of his finger dipped past resistance, rendering me speechless.
“Hush, cherub.” He pushed in further, all the while stroking my side as if to calm me. “I know this is scary for you. Just let me in.”
I whimpered, trying to stay focused on his eyes. He was right. I was scared. Not in the way I should’ve been though. I wasn’t scared of him, or his touch. I was scared of what it meant for me.
“I’m going to take care of you from now on. In all ways,” he promised, wiggling his digit deeper inside of me, as if searching for something.
“It feels weird,” I whispered.
A soft smile appeared on Jace’s face. “It’ll get better soon. Be my brave boy and just stay still for me, okay?”
I nodded nervously, biting at my lip.
His finger scraped against my inner walls, once, twice, three times, and then—
“Ah!”
Jace’s smile turned lascivious. “That’s it,” he purred.
He crooked his finger again, and the spot inside me lit up like a sparkler. My knees buckled, my thighs squeezed around his hand, and my toes curled hard into the sheets. The noise I made was nothing I could recognize.
“Good boy.”
He kept massaging that spot until I was crying. The fear wilted, replaced by a dizzy, hot need. My hips jerked, seeking more, and the shame that should have gripped me only made my skin tingle.
Jace let out a breathless groan. “You want more? Say it, cherub.”
I shook my head, not in denial but because it was all too much. “I-I-”
“Shhh. It’s alright if you can’t say it. Daddy knows what you need.”
He pumped the finger, gentle but steady, in and out, each time twisting a little deeper, a little more intense. “That’s it, baby, just let yourself feel good.”
