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.
