Page 29 of Jace's Secret
“Open it and find out,” Garrett calls. There’s the thump of his Daddy’s shoes being set down as he strips.
Oh fuck. Oh shit. Jace opens the package. Inside are two pairs of panties. One is Christmas red and one is Christmas green. The green one has red stockings all over it. The red pair has green wreaths along the front. They are soft, silky, and adorable. Perfect for a good boy.
“Which one should I put on?”
“Whichever one you want,” Garrett says, and then there’s the clank of his belt being set down. His Daddy is really going to do this, Jace thinks. He puts the red pair on and looks at himself in the mirror. His small cock and balls are covered, the cheeks of his ass exposed as only two strips of red elastic connect the sides of the garment together.
Jace goes into the bathroom. His hole is a little sore because his Daddy had him this morning and the night before. Jace had been desperate for it, encouraging and needing his Daddy to be rough with him since he didn’t expect him to be here. He really thought his Daddy would have work. And that was going to be fine because he’d still be able to feel him.
Garrett always takes him bare. Which means he’s always damp and leaking his Daddy’s come. Jace probably doesn’t need to be slicked up inside because he’s wet enough already, but too much lube is never a bad thing. And he’s pretty sure he’s going to get used hard over the next couple of days. Which is exactly how he likes it, but he wants the soreness to be because he’s taken care of, not because he was dry.
He goes back into the living room, and Garrett is naked, waiting for him. Legs spread, hand on his cock, idly stroking the hard length as he waits for Jace to return. His gaze roams hungrily over Jace’s body.
“Don’t you look sweet,” he says, giving his balls a squeeze. “Over Daddy’s lap now. Come on, I’ve missed you.” Garrett gives his cock one last squeeze before letting go. “Let’s get you sorted out so I can fuck that wet little hole.”
Jace approaches, the familiar mix of shyness and excitement coiling through him.
“Daddy, I like my panties,” he says, voice soft, and a little high.
“There’s my boy,” Garrett says, noticing everything.
Now that Jace feels safe and loved and has a person of his own who wants to see him happy, it’s become harder to keep that little side of himself squished down. The sweet boy that he didn’t get to be all those years ago wasn’t taken away from him with the violence of his childhood. That boy was just hidden away, afraid to come out.
That side of himself comes out for Daddy. He can’t stop it now. It’s close to the surface and makes them both happy.
He climbs into Garrett’s lap and then he’s adjusted over his legs, manhandled into position as if he really is a boy. “Good boy. There you go. Pretty little bottom over Daddy’s lap.”
And then his Daddy is pulling his cheeks open and exposing his hole, wanting to see. He always wants to see his boy’s hole. Which inevitably makes Jace feel small, shoving him toward being little and needing so damn quick.
“Daddy, it’s close,” he confesses.
“Yeah. I know. As soon as I walked in the door, I saw what you needed, didn’t I?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers.
“That’s okay. Daddy does. Let’s see how you look. Did you leak Daddy’s come today?” he asks, fingers brushing over Jace’s warm, sensitive hole.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, and presses his face into the pillow.
“I bet. You were so fucking good for me. And hungry for cock. Always so hungry, aren’t you, baby?” Two fingers sink into him, and then withdraw. Garrett wipes the wetness on Jace’s thighs. Filthy and familiar.
“Daddy,” he sighs.
The spanking starts immediately. The warm-up is perfunctory, his Daddy’s hand heavy and a little too hard. Jace squirms and whimpers, peering back over his shoulder to see the expression on his Daddy’s face.
“Daddy. Ow.”
“Yeah, ow. You were naughty, baby. And now you’re going to be forgiven. Everything will be better, won’t it, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, sniffling as the emotion rises through him.
“What did you do, boy? That means you’re getting such a hard spanking?”
“I said a bad word.”
“But that wouldn’t get you this, boy. It was something else, wasn’t it?”
“Oh!” he says and shoves his thumb into his mouth to muffle the sobs.
