and dripping to the floor, but Jackson didn’t stop. Day was so hard, his cock throbbed, leaking precum through Jackson’s jeans, but Day didn’t care. He was too far gone to care.
After two more hard slaps, Jackson’s big hand rubbed over Day’s bruised flesh, teasing his legs apart to skim his fingers across Day’s balls and the cleft of his ass. His shoulders sagged in relief, certain the punishment was over. When Jackson’s hand came down once more, Day’s whole body bowed upward, his hands flying behind him to cover his abused backside. “Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. No more. I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. It hurts.”
Jackson tipped Day upright and he slid to his knees, too weak to hold himself up at the moment. Jackson’s thumb rubbed across Day’s bottom lip, dark brown eyes almost black in the dim bedroom lighting. Day sucked his thumb into his mouth.
“Anything?” Jackson asked, rubbing his spit slick finger over Day’s tongue before removing it.
“Yes, anything. Anything, I swear.”
“Stand up.”
Day righted himself, his legs wobbling like he was a baby deer. Jackson went to the nightstand and tossed Day the lube.
“I want you to get yourself ready for me,” he told Day before going to sit in the chair in the corner.
Day flushed. It wasn’t like Jackson was asking for anything new. Day had been fingering himself in front of a camera for almost three years, but he’d never done it with somebody in the room.
Jackson opened his pants and pushed his jeans and underwear out of the way, stroking his cock. “Don’t make me wait. You’re already in enough trouble.”
Day crawled onto the bed, putting his ass in the air, his chest on the bed. He lubed his fingers and slid them between his legs, turning his head so he could see Jackson’s reaction as he slipped one lubed finger inside. Day moaned. The feeling of being penetrated combining with the way his bottom throbbed and the knowledge that Jackson was watching him had Day’s thoughts feeling pleasantly fuzzy, the outside world fading away as he fucked his finger as deep as he could in his current position.
“Another,” Jackson said.
Jackson was already hard, his thick cock jutting up from a nest of curls. Day sank another finger inside himself, rocking back into them. “Oh, fuck, Daddy. Like this? Is this good? ”
“I think you need one more. I want my cock to slide right into that tight little hole.”
Day’s cock leaked as he pushed a third finger inside himself, hissing at the burn as his body attempted to take another finger.
“Are you nice and wet for me? I want your hole good and sloppy.”
Day whined at Jackson’s words. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy.”
“Then come over here and show me.” Day pulled his fingers free, wiping them on the comforter, before crossing to Jackson, who looked at Day in a way that made his core melt. “Spread yourself open. Show me how ready you are for me.”
Day blushed to the roots of his hair and he was sure his heart stopped, but he did as Jackson asked, feeling both dirty and more turned on than he’d ever been before. Jackson pulled Day back until he was straddling Jackson’s thighs, still facing away from him. Day wasn’t sure how he felt about doing it this way. Without seeing Jackson’s face, it left Day feeling untethered. But this wasn’t about Day, it was about Jackson. Day lowered himself slowly until he felt Jackson’s cock snug against his entrance.
Day cried out as Jackson’s cock impaled him in one hard thrust, his hand coming up around Day’s throat, not cutting off his air but clamping down on the side of his neck until that woozy feeling intensified and Day felt like he was floating away. “You like that, baby? You like Daddy’s big cock stretching your hole?”
“Oh, God. Yes, Daddy,” Day said around a sob. “Please.”
Jackson snarled, biting at Day’s shoulder. “Then put your feet up on the chair and show me. Make me come. Show Daddy how much you love this cock.”
Day gripped the top of the chair, maneuvering his feet on either side of Jackson’s thighs using the back of the chair as leverage so he could work himself up and down on Jackson’s cock. The sounds he was making would be humiliating if Day had even one fuck left to give, but he didn’t because Jackson was filling him up and holding him tight, and Day felt like he was