Page 71 of Body and Soul

I turned to Gavin, giving him a curt nod. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll take it from here.”

Gavin inclined his head, dark eyes flickering with unspoken understanding. He cast one last glance at Eli before quietly leaving, the soft click of the door signaling his departure.

In the stillness that followed, I focused solely on Eli. I tilted his chin up, my thumb grazing his jawline. His eyes met mine, those haunting blue depths swirling with emotions—fear, vulnerability, and a desperate yearning for reassurance.

“Do you want to finish your routine?” I asked.

Eli nodded, determination sparking in his eyes as he rose gracefully. With practiced movements, he made his way to thekitchen, the soft padding of his footsteps the only sound. I watched him go, pride mingling with the concern still lingering in my chest.

I settled into my armchair, the leather creaking beneath my weight as I took a moment to breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw several plastic candy wrappers scattered over the coffee table—a telltale sign that Eli had quickly worked through the stash I’d bought for him. The candies were supposed to be an occasional treat, but Eli seemed to find solace in them, so I’d let it slip for now, considering the day he’d had.

Eli soon returned, a tumbler of bourbon in his hand. He approached with quiet reverence, eyes downcast, as he held out the glass. I accepted it with a murmured thanks, our fingers brushing briefly.

I took a sip, savoring the smooth burn. Eli remained standing, hands clasped behind his back, awaiting further instruction. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight clench of his jaw. He was holding himself together, but only just.

“Kneel,” I commanded, my voice firm.

Eli obeyed without hesitation, sinking gracefully to his knees. He kept his eyes downcast, breathing shallow and controlled. I studied him, taking in the delicate curve of his neck, the way his platinum hair fell across his forehead. Even in distress, he was breathtaking.

We were supposed to renegotiate the terms of our service contract tonight, but as I looked at Eli, so vulnerable and in need of reassurance, the conversation felt distant and unimportant.

“Eli, look at me,” I said softly. He did. “What do you need?”

Eli's gaze met mine, blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. His lower lip trembled slightly as he whispered, “Could I…put my head in your lap while you pet me?”

My heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. I set the tumbler aside. “Come here, sweet boy.”

Eli rose and settled himself between my legs, resting his cheek against my thigh. I let my fingers sink into his platinum locks, gently combing through the silken strands. Eli's eyes fluttered closed as he released a shuddering breath, his body melting into my touch.

As I continued, my cock twitched and hardened, straining against the confines of my trousers. Eli nuzzled against my growing arousal, inhaling deeply, his breath hot and damp even through the fabric. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he nosed along the length of my shaft, seeking comfort in the most intimate way he knew how.

I suppressed a groan, my fingers tightening in Eli's hair. This was a boundary we hadn’t crossed yet, normally requiring careful negotiation.

But these were far from normal circumstances. Eli's distress was palpable, his need for comfort and reassurance overwhelming. And if I was honest with myself, I craved his vulnerability. I wanted to be the solace he desperately sought and his protector.

Eli's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, his words hesitant and laced with uncertainty. “Sir, may I... may I please suck you?”

The request hung heavy in the air between us. I knew the weight of what he was asking, the trust and intimacy it implied. This wasn't about sexual gratification. It was about connection and drawing comfort from the bond we’d spent the last weeks forging.

I brushed my thumb along Eli's cheekbone, marveling at the smoothness of his skin.

“Please, Sir,” he said, a flush spreading over his pale cheeks. “I need to feel close to you.”

The raw honesty in his words struck a chord deep within me. I couldn't deny him this even if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t.

I caressed Eli's cheek, my thumb skimming over his soft skin. “If we do this, we need to set some rules first. I want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

Eli nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“If at any point you need to stop, for any reason, I want you to tap my leg three times. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Sir.” Eli's voice was barely above a whisper.

“Good boy.” I let my fingers trail along his jawline before coming to rest under his chin, tilting his face up towards mine. “When I finish, you will swallow every drop. You are not to let a single bit of my cum spill from your pretty lips. And you will not come tonight, not unless I allow it. Your pleasure belongs to me. Do you understand?”

A shiver ran through Eli's slender frame at my words. “Yes, Sir. I won't come without your permission.”

Satisfied with his response, I leaned back in my chair and spread my legs wider. “Go ahead then. Take out my cock.”

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