Page 26 of Under Your Care

Lane was gorgeous. He was a Renaissance painting come to life. He was everything that I hadn’t realized I was missing. I was convinced that he was born to be mine, forged in the womb to be my other half. He laid sprawled out on his back, seafoam eyes bearing into me, lace and pearls decorating his perfect, porcelain body.

Lane was ethereal.

And he wasmine.

“Daddy?” He quivered, nerves getting to him.

I smiled down at him, my treasure. I knelt down onto the bed, straddling his legs. He anxiously gulped and tracked my movements as I reached over and opened the top drawer of my nightstand. I thoughtfully selected a few items before placing them on the mattress beside Lane. He rolled his head to the side to look, sucking in a breath as he observed the silk tie, nipple clamps, and massage oil.

“Hands above your head, wrists together,” I instructed. He raised his arms, staring up at me meekly as I securely tied his fragile wrists together. “Good girl.” He furiously blushed, but didn’t try to correct me like last time. I lightly traced a finger down his arm, across his collarbone, stopping to rub his rosy nipples. I grabbed the bottle of massage oil, pouring some on my palmsto warm it up. I then began to massage his little tits in earnest, spreading the slick oil across his chest. I pinched and rubbed both buds until Lane was panting and squirming.

Knowing the answer already, I asked, “Have you ever used nipple clamps before?” He moaned and shook his head. Pleased with his response, I said, “They’ll hurt going on, but even more so when they come off.” He looked unsure, so I promptly clamped the first one onto his left nipple before he could get too worked up about it.

“Ungh, it hurts, Daddy,” he whimpered, trying to squirm away from the other clamp as I brought it to his right nipple. He arched his back as it went on. I tugged on the connecting chain, garnering a groan from him. I pressed my body onto his as I took his mouth in another passionate kiss. He thrusted up, succeeding in grinding his cock against my own. We both moaned as we rutted against each other.

To his disappointment, I lifted off of him and slid further down his body. I gave a sharp tug to his chain, resulting again in that pretty arch of his back. Grinning, I began groping his already leaking cock through his panties. He bucked up into my touch, whining for more. I placed an arm across his lower belly, holding him down. I glanced up, catching his lustful gaze. I pulled his panties down just far enough to free his erection. Swiftly, I swallowed him down, tongue pressing into his slit before wrapping around his length. He let out a startled, loud moan.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he panted. I released his dick from my warm mouth, instead sucking one of his balls in. He keened, thighs shaking underneath me. “Daddy, please.”

I gave a final long lick up his cock before folding him in half with his knees by his chest, feet in the air, ass exposed. I used one hand to hold him in position and the other to tug on the rim of his tiny, pink hole. Unable to wait a second longer to taste him, I leaned down and licked a stripe from his taint to his hole. He tried to thrash, but wasn’t able to get out of my grip. Isuctioned my mouth onto the little pucker, sucking and licking. Once he was softened up, I pushed my tongue past the first ring of muscle. Lane whined and squirmed in my grip.

“Daddy, please!” He begged.

I pushed my index finger in next to my tongue. I fucking loved all of his lewd noises. I didn’t want to scare him by going too fast, but at the same time, my cock had needed to be inside of him weeks ago. Lane hissed as I replaced my tongue with a second finger. His eyes began to shine with unshed tears, most likely from the stretch. I dropped his feet back down onto the bed, keeping his legs bent at the knee. With my now free hand, I stroked calming circles on his hip. Once my fingers found his sweet spot, Lane began rocking back to take me deeper. I sunk my teeth into the soft part of his inner thigh, enjoying the way his dick jumped in response. I reached up and gave it a few tugs as I slipped a third finger into him. Lane whined, eyes rolled back, as his inner walls tightened around me.

“Shh, baby. You can take it. Just a little longer and you’ll be ready for my cock,” I cooed, watching as he looked down towards me with a sweet pout on his red-tinged face. I bit into his other thigh. “Don’t you want my cock to fill you up?”

“Mhmmm.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. His brow wrinkled as I pulled my fingers out of him and raised to my knees. I almost had to laugh when his look of confusion changed to one of desperation as I began undoing my belt. He watched - transfixed - as I tugged off each article of clothing. Once I was naked and slicking up my length with oil, I admired the picture in front of me. Lane’s eyes were glazed as he licked his lips while staring at my cock. I bent down, teasing his throbbing hole with my cockhead.

“Ready, love?” I asked, not knowing if I’d truly be able to stop if his response wasn’t affirmative.

Lane bit his bottom lip as he whispered, “Yeah… I just– I’m a little scared.”

I felt my heart wrench. I would force myself to stop if he needed to. I reached a hand up and held his cheek in my palm. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.

“It’s okay to be afraid. You’re basically losing your virginity.”

His face scrunched up, “I know for a fact that you’re aware that’s not happening right now.”

I ran my thumb along the side of his face, smiling down at him, my chest tight with love. “In a way, it is. What happened before shouldn’t be considered sex.”

Lane was silent for a few moments before tears slid down his face. He gave me a wobbly smile.

“Well, then, please do the honors,” he softly laughed, a heartfelt expression in his eyes.

“Gladly,” I murmured, lining up to his wet hole. As I began to push in, he grimaced slightly, breath speeding up. “Push out, baby. It’ll help. I promise it won’t hurt soon.” Like the perfect boy he was, Lane bore down, allowing me to enter a bit easier. “There you go,” I proudly smiled. I was about halfway in when he suddenly gasped, eyes wide.There we go.I thrust in the last few inches, bottoming out.

Lane sucked in air before looking at me in awe. “Is it all in now?” He sweetly asked, voice straining.

“It is. Are you ready for me to start moving?” Lane greedily nodded before blushing and wiggling his hips experimentally. I groaned, grinning, before starting to rock in and out. “Feeling okay, honey?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned. I thrust all the way in, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him up to sit on my cock. His eyes fluttered as he sunk down just a little bit further. I pulled his tied wrists over my head so he could hold onto me. He looked at me nervously before saying, “I… I don’t know how to ride you.”

I chuckled in adoration, “That’s not what I want you to do, okay? Your job is to sit there and look pretty - I’m going to be doing the moving.”

He nodded, obviously embarrassed, but not for long. His face quickly contorted in pleasure, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, as I lifted him up before dropping him and slamming up into his hole.

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