“I trust you, Daddy.”
I smiled at the sudden declaration. “Thank you, baby, but why’d you say that right now?”
He tipped his head back just enough to look at me, eyes searching my face. “I just wanted to make sure you knew. That I trust you.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it.” I brushed my thumb along his jaw, tilting his face gently back toward my chest.
“I just want you to—to know that it’s okay to… um… well, be yourself?”
I stiffened at that.
“Be yourself,” I repeated quietly, a brow arched. There was a lot packed into those words. Too much, maybe.
Elior swallowed, fingers worrying at the hem of my shirt where it hung loose around him. “I know today was… a lot. For you too. And when you get stressed like that, you—” He hesitated, searching. “Well, you… you seem to need certain things…”
My jaw flexed, but I didn’t interrupt him.
“I don’t mind,” he went on, rushing a little now, like he was afraid I’d shut him down. “If you need to hold me. Or tell me where to sit. Or carry me, or—” A faint blush crept up his cheeks. “Or um… anything, really.”
That animal part of my brain perked up instantly, ears forward, interested and dangerous.
“Elior,” I said carefully, my tone low and even. “I don’t think you understand what you’re giving me permission for. This time is… It’s a bit more than wanting to take care of you.”
“That’s okay,” he said quickly. “I want you to take what you need.” He leaned back into me more fully, trusting his weight to my chest. “I trust you.”
I closed my eyes for a second, breathing him in and trying to keep a rein on my desires. My hands tightened without permission, fingers pressing more firmly into his sternum and waist.
“Elior…”
“It’s okay, Daddy. I trust you.”
My voice lowered to a rasp. “I could hurt you.” I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. “You don’t know what you’reasking for.” My voice came out rough, scraped raw.
“I do,” he murmured, arching up slightly. “I want it. Use me.”
That did it. The restraint I’d been clinging to snapped like a frayed wire. I surged forward, pushing him into the mattress and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing as I devoured him. My hands roamed, yanking the shirt up and off, exposing his pale skin to the dim light. He gasped into my mouth, but his body responded, hips grinding up against mine.
I pulled back just enough to flip him onto his stomach, my knee digging into the bed for leverage. “Stay still,” I growled, and he did, freezing like prey caught in a trap.
From the nightstand drawer, I grabbed the zip ties I’d stashed there months ago—just in case. I looped one around his wrists, pulling it tight enough to bite into his flesh. He tested it once, a small tug, then relaxed, his cheek pressed to the pillow.
“Good boy, letting your Daddy use you,” I muttered, my cock already straining against my pants. I shuffled on my knees down the bed, roughly tugging Elior’s ankles together before fastening another zip tie around them. I ended up having to use two, looping them together, not willing to truly cut into his skin, even like this.
I stripped off my shirt, tossing it aside, then reached for the utility knife in the drawer. The blade clicked open, sharp and gleaming.
Elior twisted his head to watch, his breath hitching. “Jace…”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I hooked the edge of the knife under the waistband of his pajama pants, the soft fabric giving way with a rip as I sliced through. The sound echoed in the quiet room, followed by his sharp inhale. I cut along the seams, peeling the ruined cloth away from his legs, exposinghis underwear-clad ass. I roughly groped his cheeks, getting harder from the way he’d started panting beneath me.
I tugged his hips up, then pulled his briefs up from his skin, just enough to slice a cut into the middle of them, exposing his twitching hole.
The sight of him like that, bound and stripped, ignited everything I’d been holding back. I sheathed the knife and shoved my pants down, freeing my cock. It throbbed, thick and ready, precum already beading at the tip.
I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to force his mouth open. “Open,” I commanded, and he did, lips parting wide. I thrust in without warning, the wet heat of his mouth enveloping me. He gagged at first, throat constricting around my length, but he didn’t pull away. His tongue flattened against the underside, sucking as I pushed deeper.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hips snapping forward. I fucked his mouth hard and relentlessly, the stress pouring out with every thrust. His saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the tears leaking from his eyes. He choked, body jerking as he struggled for oxygen.
I didn’t let up. My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place as I drove into his throat, feeling it bulge around me. His breaths came in ragged gasps between thrusts, chest heaving. Spots danced in his vision—I could see it in the way his eyes shuttered and went hazy—but he took it.
