I blink fast, the tears pricking behind my eyes too sharp to ignore now. But they don’t fall. Not yet. His thumb brushes just beneath my cheekbone, steadying me.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” he murmurs. “You just have to be mine. Open. Honest. That’s everything.”
His lips meet mine, soft at first, then deeper, tasting the truth of what we’ve built between us. Trust. Safety. Permission to be exactly who I am.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. Every piece of you.”
And in that quiet, warm space between us, I finally believe him.
Elijah's voice is soft, laced with heat.
"Are you ready to play, princess?"
A shiver runs down my spine as I nod, breath catching.
"Yes, Daddy."
My thighs clench in anticipation, the weight of his words settling deep in my chest.
His hand brushes through my hair, slow and deliberate. Then he gathers it gently, twisting it into a loose grip at the base of my neck.
“You want to please Daddy tonight, don’t you?”
I nod, my voice soft. “Yes, Daddy. More than anything.”
He moves back in front of me, standing tall while I remain on my knees. The warmth in his gaze has shifted into something heavier now, something that crackles beneath the surface of his restraint.
“Undo my pants.” If I was wet just kneeling at his feet before, I’m dripping now. I can practically feel myself dripping.
Slowly, I lift my hands to his belt and begin undoing it, the click of the buckle and our breathing the only sounds in the room. I unzip the pants with trembling fingers and push them down around his ankles.
As soon as the pants are out of the way, my breath hitches. I know how big he is; I’ve had him inside me practically every night, but this sight, of him so big and hard just for me, makes me lick my lips, wanting to taste him again.
“Do you like Daddy’s cock, princess?” - his voice noticeably filled with arousal.
I can only nod while biting my lip to stop the moan that's about to escape my mouth. But Elijah notices and he chuckles.
“Don't worry, baby. Tonight you'll learn to take my whole cock. Every single one of the 9 inches will be inside your little mouth.” - He says as he takes his feet out of his pants.
“Take out my cock, princess.” I take a deep breath and free his cock from his boxers, gasping for air. Can a cock be beautiful? Because his is incredibly beautiful, big, straight, and fat, with veins that feel fantastic inside me. I lick my lips again like a cat seeing its favorite food, and he is definitely my favorite food.
“New rules for when you’re not able to talk, because… well, because your little mouth will be full of my cock. Put your hands on my thighs…” As soon as I do what he tells me, I feel the strength of his legs, which makes me squeeze my thighs even tighter. “Very good,” he praises me.
“If at any point you can’t take it anymore, don’t want to continue, or for any other reason why you feel uncomfortable and don’t want to continue, or if you feel unwell, you will dig your nails into my thighs. Understood?” His voice is serious, not because he's angry, but because of the seriousness of the situation he's describing.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do it. Dig your little claws into my thighs, baby girl." I do it gently.
"No, baby, hard, don't worry, you won't hurt me. I have to feel it over and above the pleasure of having my cock wrapped between those sweet, perfect lips." I do it again, this time hard. I hear him grunt. I look up at him, and instead of pain, what I see in his eyes is desire, lust in all its splendor.
"Yes, just like that, baby. Perfect."
“Go ahead, take my cock,” he encourages, and that’s all I need. I stick out my tongue and run it over the head of his cock, tasting his precum and moaning as his flavor explodes in my mouth. I play with my tongue, teasing the slit and his grunts only excite me, making me give him all the pleasure this man deserves, just like he always does to me. One of his hands goes to my head, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging lightly, making me look at him.
“Take it in your mouth, as far as you can.”
