I scissored my fingers, twisting them to open him up, my free hand reaching around to grab his cock again. It wasrock-hard and leaking steadily, and I stroked in time with my thrusts—deep, curling probes that nailed his prostate every time. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, his body rocking between my hands. Water lapped at his thighs, soaking my shirt where I knelt, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was him, falling apart for me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, adding a third finger, the stretch making him gasp and clench. “Gonna loosen you up good. Get you ready for my cock later. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s thick dick pounding this hole until you can’t walk straight.” My fingers plunged faster, hooking relentlessly, while my thumb worked the head of his cock, smearing precum down the shaft.
Elior’s breath came in pants, his arms shaking as he struggled to continue holding himself up. “Daddy… oh,ohDaddy—please, yes, please! I love you. I love you so much—ah—so much, Daddy.” He was babbling now, ass grinding back to meet every thrust.
I obliged, slamming my fingers in deep, the wet squelch mixing with his cries. “That’s my boy. Beg for it. Tell Daddy how much you love getting your ass reamed like a little whore.” My grip on his cock tightened, jerking rough and fast, feeling him swell—so close.
“Daddy!” he sobbed, head dropping, blonde strands trailing in the water.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I love y-your fingers, Daddy! Love you.”
“Yeah? You love being your Daddy’s whore?”
“I love it—I love you… please,oh!”
“Say it, Elior. Tell me what you are.”
“Daddy’s whore!” he cried. “I’m Daddy’s whore!”
“Fuck yes, you are. Come for me, cherub,” I commanded, voice rough with lust. “Come all over Daddy’s hand. Show me how much you needed this—how much you needme.”
One final curl of my fingers against that spot, and he shattered—body seizing, cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into the water, milky swirls mixing with the suds. He wailed my name, ass clamping down like a vice on my fingers, milking them as he rode out the waves.
I kept pumping, drawing it out until he slumped, boneless and spent, soft whimpers escaping his lips. Slowly, I withdrew, patting his ass gently. “Such a good boy. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
He turned his head, eyes glassy and sated. I cupped his face, kissing him deep, tasting the salt of his tears mixed with need. He was home. He was mine. And this was just the start.
“Welcome home, baby boy.”
7
Elior
I sat at the small table in the kitchen, feet tucked back under the chair, hands folded in my lap like I needed to keep them from shaking.
Jace moved through the space with such confidence that it made me a little jealous. I wanted to be that comfortable here, but I felt so… untethered, even with Daddy pleasuring me in the tub earlier.
Everything was different.
Father was gone. The Covenant was gone. My entire world was gone.
I didn’t understand how I was supposed to move forward.
I didn’t know anything.
I quietly watched as he set a bowl of soup in front of me.
“It’s chicken noodle,” he said gently before sitting across from me with his own full bowl. “It should be easy on your stomach.”
I nodded and wrapped my fingers around the spoon. It felt heavier than it should have. My hand hesitated halfway to thebowl, my chest tightening for no clear reason at all.
You should be grateful,a voice whispered in my head.You’re safe. You’re out of the hospital. You’re with your Daddy.
But why did everything feel so wrong?
I dipped the spoon, lifted it, and brought it to my mouth.
