Page 92 of The Idol

“You’re not taking us out there, are you?” he whispered, his voice tight with anxiety. When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Jace, no. Please don’t—” His protest quickly died in his throat, replaced by a low whine as we reached the door.

I opened it and took the first step into the darkened sanctuary.

“Please, no, we can’t,” Elior pleaded, starting to struggle against me.

“Shhh, baby,” I cooed, continuing to walk us to the dais. “No one will know.”

“But the windows…”

“It’s dark in here and dark out there; they won’t be able to see. Not to mention that everyone’s asleep.”

“Please, can’t we go back to my room? Please, Daddy,” he begged.

“No.”

Elior’s fingers dug into my neck and shoulder where he was clutching. His nails bit into my skin, and the slight sting sent a wave of arousal down my spine.

His body trembled harder as we climbed onto the dais. I peppered kisses along his throat, jawline, and cheek, cooing softly in an attempt to soothe his nerves.

Finally, I came to a stop at the base of the so-called Seat of Light. “Look at me, cherub.”

Elior came out of his hiding spot in the crook of my neck, big pale blue eyes blinking at me.

“There’s my angel,” I murmured, admiring the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks.

As carefully as I could, I flipped him around so his back was pressed against my chest. He squeaked, coming face to face with his holy pedestal. Before he could hurt himself by fighting my hold, I pushed his upper body onto the seat, his chest flat against the cool stone. Like this, his ass was just off the edge with his legs dangling below. I hummed with pleasure as I took him in, erotically draped onto the chair he was worshiped in.

The tip of his little cock brushed against the stone, painting it with a small gush of precum.

I ran my hand down his spine in awe. “I can’t even tell you the number of times I’ve fantasized about this.”

My fingers pressed into the two divots on his sacrum, getting a shudder in return.

“Daddy…”

Leaving his dimples behind, my hands slid down to his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to get a good look at his pretty little hole.

“Do you have anointing oil or something like that up here?”

“Oh, um, yeah. Why?”

“Where is it kept, baby?”

“U-under the table back there,” he answered.

I pressed my hand to his back. “Stay right there, cherub. Don’t move.”

He whimpered, nodding frantically, his eyes darting toward the shadowed windows. I released him and strode to the table at the back of the dais, my cock throbbing hard with every step. The chapel’s cool air kissed my heated skin as I knelt, rummaging under the table, lips tipping up as my fingers closed around a small vial of anointing oil. Perfect. I uncorked it, inhaling the faint herbal scent, then returned to my prize.

Elior hadn’t budged, his small cock leaking steadily onto the holy stone, body quivering. I drizzled oil directly onto his exposed hole, watching it clench and wink. “Fuck, look at that greedy little asshole begging for Daddy’s cock.”

“J-Jace…” he gasped, toes curling.

I poured more oil into my palm, slicking my fingers before pressing two against his rim. He bucked, a sharp cry escaping, but I held him down. “Relax, baby. Let Daddy open you up on your throne.”

“No, please—”

Circling his pucker, I pushed in slowly, feeling his tight ring yield. Heat gripped my digits as I sank knuckle-deep, twisting tostretch him. Elior moaned, pushing back despite his nerves, his hole fluttering around me.