Sit.
Breathe.
Some nights he’d crawl into my lap afterward, utterly wrung out, fingers still twitching like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he was allowed to relax again. I’d hold him and count his breaths with him, low and steady, until the tremorseased.
I kept a running list in my head—what helped, what didn’t. Cold water over his wrists. Pressure at his shoulders. Silence versus soft background noise.
By the time the trial date crept close, it felt less like preparation and more like building a cocoon around him and daring the world to try to tear through it.
The courthouse still loomed. The beast still waited.
But Elior wouldn’t be walking into it unarmed.
And neither would I.
Well, technically speaking, I would be. No guns allowed. No knives either. That didn’t mean I couldn’t snap Malachi’s neck if needed.
When it was finally the eve of Elior’s day in court, he was practically shivering from the anxious anticipation.
I watched as he paced the living room, the clock on the wall ticking louder than it should have, each second a reminder that tomorrow wasn’t going anywhere. He was a live wire, sparking at the edges, and I knew words wouldn’t cut through that haze. Not tonight.
I stood up from the couch, crossing the room, and caught his wrist. “El, baby.” He stopped, eyes flicking to mine, wide and shadowed. “Let’s go to bed.”
He didn’t argue, just let me lead him to the bedroom. I flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the room.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Always, Daddy.”
I started slow, easing him onto the bed. He sat on the edge, knees drawn up slightly, and I knelt in front of him, hands on his thighs.
“We’re going to shut it all out,” I murmured, thumbs pressing circles into the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “You need some quiet time, don’t you?”
His breath hitched. “Yes,please.”
I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the soft black blindfold. I held it up, letting him see it, giving him that moment to pull back if he needed. But he just tilted his head forward, offering himself up.
I tied it carefully, knot secure but not tight, and the world went dark for him. His hands clenched the sheets, but he didn’t fight it; he lay back. Next came the noise—his body finally began to relax into the mattress as soon as his headphones slipped on. The room’s sounds quieted instantly for him, the tick of the clock vanishing, my voice reduced to vibrations he might feel more than hear.
He was isolated now, senses stripped down to touch and whatever scents lingered on my skin. I guided his arms up, peeled off his sweater, and let it drop to the floor. His chest rose and fell quicker, bubblegum pink nipples hardening in the cool air. I leaned in, lips brushing his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin.
“Breathe,” I said, knowing he couldn’t hear, but the word was for me too. My hands slid down his sides, tugging his pants off along with his silky lavender briefs until he was bare aside from his chastity cage.
I stripped quickly, clothes hitting the floor in a heap, then climbed onto the bed behind him. He shifted, sensing my movement through the mattress dip. I pulled him back against my chest, skin to skin, my erection pressing into the small of his back. One arm wrapped around his waist, holding him steady, while the other hand trailed down, fingers splayingover his stomach.
No rush—time was nonexistent in Elior’s quiet space.
I let him feel the weight of me, the heat, the way my breath ghosted over his neck. His head lolled back onto my shoulder, a soft whimper escaping. I kissed the spot just below his ear, teeth grazing, then licked a slow line down to his shoulder, sucking lightly until I felt him arch.
My hand dipped lower, wrapping around his cage.Fucking hell, I loved my little cherub locked up.
But that wasn’t how I wanted to do it tonight. I tugged my necklace over my head and carefully used the key to unlock him. As soon as the metal prison fell off, his cute dick began to rapidly swell. I imagined it probably made him lightheaded.
I took his freed cock in my hand, stroking it base to tip with a loose grip. The strangled whine that escaped his lips made me ravenous. He bucked into my grip, hips jerking, but I slowed him down, thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of precum there.
“That’s it,” I whispered against his skin, even if he couldn’t hear. “My soft, quiet boy. I have something new for us to play with today.”
Keeping a hand on him at all times, I reached over to grab his surprise.
