Page 31 of Jace's Secret
Jace gasps and speeds up, Garrett’s words spurring him on.
“Is that nice, Jace? Does that feel good?” His voice is gruff, and he lets out a groan as he gives his fat cock a squeeze right at the base. “You know Daddy loves to watch you, don’t you? Loves to see you try. So fucking cute.”
Jace goes still, as if he’s suddenly aware that he’s being watched.
Garrett strokes down his boy’s back and squeezes his ass, then dips between his cheeks to where he’s unbelievably hot and soft.
Jace thrusts and whimpers, turning his head on the pillow so he’s got one damp eye fixed on Garrett’s face.
“Pretty boy. Are you done playing now?”
Jace nods, eyes wide, shimmering with tears.
“Fucking isn’t for you, sweet pea. We know that. But it’s cute and Daddy likes to watch you play and pretend. You’re too full, honey. Look how emotional it’s made you. Daddy will fuck that right out of you, won’t he?”
“Please,” he whispers.
“Yeah, you’re all done now. On your back. Hands up, honey. Against the headboard,” he orders, and Jace obeys with a small sigh. The panda fur is matted with Jace’s wetness. And he takes a moment to rub two fingers over the mess, Jace watching him the whole time. He knows Jace will be embarrassed, ashamed when sanity returns. But the bear will clean. His boy only ever humps the one.
“Same spot as always. Is that where it feels the best?”
“Daddy, don’t,” he says, blinking back tears.
“A little bit of shame makes you so fucking needy, Jace. You’re going to come so well for me now, squeeze Daddy’s cock so damn tight, won’t you?” Garrett sinks back into Jace’s clutching heat and positions the vibrator over his boy’s balls through the fabric.
“Come for Daddy, baby. Do you want to milk Daddy’s cock with that sweet little hole of yours?”
“Oh,” he whimpers and turns his face, wanting something in his mouth to suck on.
“Do you need your thumb?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, sweet as anything.
“Suck on your thumb, baby. It’s okay.” And then he turns on the vibrator and listens to Jace’s soft whimpers, feels the sweet clenching of his hole on Garrett’s cock as the pleasure builds deep in his balls.
“Daddy. Daddy,” he repeats.
“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re going to come for Daddy, that’s all. Daddy loves you and wants you to feel good, doesn’t he?”
Jace freezes at the word “love.”
“Daddy loves you so much, doesn’t he? You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
“Come for Daddy, baby. Good boy. My little love.”
He does.
And then he cries, overwhelmed at the emotion of it all, face buried into the wet spot of his panda, willing to be filthy and messy when he’s this far gone.
His boy sleeps hard.
In the morning, they shower and he makes Jace eggs and waffles. Jace pouts, because he knows how to make waffles without burning himself, can crack the eggs without getting shell into the bowl, but his Daddy says he’s too little and just has to watch.
The restriction does wonders for keeping his boy in the right headspace. He gets to help his Daddy come, gets to cuddle, and keep his Daddy’s cock safe in his mouth and hole. He even gets to sit on Daddy’s lap, but real chores are off limits.
They open presentsand Jace shouldn’t feel anxiety over what Garrett is going to get him, but he does. The presents are great, but he doesn’t get a stuffed animal. And that makes him want to cry.
