“I can’t tell you when it all started to change. You were just so fucking perfect, baby. I wanted—no, Ineededto have you. You were so pure and good, and it was just too easy. No one was in my way. So I snuck into your room and indulged. It just snowballed from there. You were mine. It felt like a fact. God, and then Malachi decided to fucking lose it. I had to hold myself back from killing him the night he whipped you. I decided right then that I was taking you out of there with me, no matter what.”
He continued, “By the day of the raid, I would’ve done anything for you. I sat through way too fucking many hours of questioning and psych evals and reeducation and shit, because there wasn’t a universe where you wouldn’t be coming home with me. I had to watch you get worse, had to distance myself, had to let so many people look at you and speak to you and touch you when none of them deserved it. It was hell on Earth.”
“For me too, Daddy,” I whispered, hiding my face in his chest.
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured, running his hand up and down my back in comfort. “The day I finally got to take you home was… I don’t even know how to describe it. It was fucking bliss. I got to wash off all of their touches and scents from your skin, dress you in clothes I bought for you, keep you in my bed, eating my food. I could finally touch you however I wanted, and no one could see you without me knowing about it. You were finally just mine—Jesus, this is making me hard,” he swore. “Get up here and sit your ass on my cock.”
“O-oh, okay,” I said, a little startled, my cheeks pinking. I climbed onto his lap and sat on his bulge, biting back a whimper at the way it pressed against me. Daddy gripped my hips, keeping me right where he wanted.
“Good boy. Why don’t you grind a bit?” I swallowed and began to rock my hips against his erection. “There you go. You’re Daddy’s perfect little obedient boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You know, I never really cared about the caregiving aspects of being a Daddy before you. I mean, I had a fantasy of finding someone like you, someone I could isolate and groom to be all mine. Someone I could make utterly dependent on me. But I didn’t think it’d ever actually happen.Fuck, I need your mouth, baby boy.”
He didn’t wait for a response before moving me off his lap. My penis was achy, pressing against the bars of my cage, desperately trying to swell up. Daddy undid his pants and fished his cock out as I got comfortable, curled up by his side, with my head in his lap.
He rubbed the head of his dick against my lips, smearing his precum over them like a gloss. I breathed in Daddy’s musk and whined, opening my mouth and holding out my tongue.
“Aw, is my baby thirsty?” he cooed, looking down at me. “Here you go. Gentle now. Just suckle on it.”
My eyes fluttered shut as the salty taste of him met my tongue. I did as he said, my cheek pressed against his strong upper thigh. I felt like I was melting into him. His fingers played with my hair as he sighed contentedly and continued talking.
“I’m convinced you were made for me, Elior. You thrive under my control; you soak up every ounce of attention I give you like a plant starved of water.”
I hummed my agreement around his length.
“And then last night… God, baby. You were magnificent,” he praised. “I had been worried that you’d pull away scared if I ever let myself loose like that. You’re just so soft, and I didn’t want to break you. I never want to break you. But you took all that I had to give you.”
I felt pride well up in my chest.
“I won’t be like that all the time, though. That would be too much for you, even if you think otherwise. And that’s okay, cherub, because I love being soft with you. What matters to me the most is that you’re mine and taken care of like the precious gem that you are. I can be sweet on you and still be in full control. I only really need to be rough when I’m too worked up, like from that asshole of a defense attorney yesterday.”
I unlatched from his cock for a second, “Want you to be more honest about your feelings, Daddy,” then popped it right back into my mouth, moaning at the flavor.
He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “You mean sharing the darker thoughts?”
“Mhmm.”
“I can do that… It might just take some getting used to,” he said, before thinking for a moment. “I love you, El. I need you to understand that that was never a lie or something I said just because I knew you wanted to hear it. My love is just different than yours. I don’t get butterflies when I look at you, like I’m sure you do. When I imagine my future, you’re in it by default. Not as a question. Not as a hope. As a constant—an inevitability. And when I imagine you gone—choosing someone else, living a life that doesn’t intersect with mine—it doesn’t make me sad. It maddens me.”
I hummed around him, the vibration pulling a groan from his chest. My eyes flicked up, meeting his—dark, intense, and locked on me like I was the only thing in his world. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, tracing the stretch of my lips around his shaft.
“Even if you end up wanting to leave me, understand that I will never let you go.”
I didn’t pull off to answer, just nodded slightly, suckling a little deeper, my tongue swirling under the ridge. The way he throbbed against my palate sent heat pooling in my gut, my body responding to his every word, every touch.
“I will find you wherever you go, he continued, his free hand cupping the back of my neck, holding me steady, “and I will teach you why you never run from Daddy.” His hips shifted just a fraction, pushing a bit more into my mouth, but still gentle, letting me set the pace.
I moaned softly, the sound muffled, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder on him. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care—I was focused on the way he swelled, and on the confessions spilling from him. My hand slid up his thigh, fingers brushing his balls, cupping them lightly, rolling them in my palm to draw out more of those deep, satisfied sighs.
“Fuck, Elior,” he breathed, his grip tightening in my hair, not yanking, just anchoring. “That’s it.”
I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the tip, lapping up the fresh bead of precum, before sliding down again, taking him halfway, my throat relaxing to accommodate.
The obsession in his voice wrapped around me tighter than any rope, making my pulse race. I wanted to tell him I felt ittoo—that pull, that need to be his completely—but my mouth was occupied, devoted to pleasing him.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his body into mine. “Look at you, so eager. Sucking Daddy’s cock like it’s your lifeline. It is, isn’t it? Without this—without me—you’d have no idea how to live. But I’ll never let that happen. You’re etched into me, baby. Every inch of you.” His thumb pressed against my lower lip, feeling the slide of his dick in and out, possessive and tender all at once.
