He sniffs. “I’m sorry, Sir. I just n-needed a break.”
“Youneverhave to apologize for that.” I kiss the side of his face again. “Does that mean my boy wants one more?”
I pay close attention to his body, to see if any part of him goes tense at the idea. If he specifically asks for a break, it makes me think he’s not finished yet. His cock is still hard and flushed and weeping.
He nods, and it’s like his head is moving in slow motion. “I can take one more, Sir. And then…”
Turning his head a bit more, he peers up at me with hooded, glassy eyes.
“And then what?” I ask.
“And then I can have your cock, Sir?”
I smile before placing a soft kiss against his lips. “Of course you can, sweetheart.”
Standing again, I pick up the cane once more. His ass is so fucking red with visible lines across each cheek and the tops of his thighs marking where the cane landed.
Mymarks on him.
My cock gives a twitch knowing it’s about to be inside his marked ass soon.
I give him what he wants first—one last strike with the cane. I aim it in the middle of his ass somewhere between hard and soft, but with how much he’s already taken, it probably feels like a lash of fire.
He sobs into the sheets, gripping them with white knuckles.
Andstill, his ass is in the air.
“That’s it,” I say, letting my hand rest on the small of his back for a moment. “We’re done, and you did so fucking well.”
I drop the cane to the floor. As I move to the nightstand, I keep the contact, my fingertips skimming up his side as I take lube out of the drawer.
I don’t make either of us wait long, quickly crawling back onto the bed behind him, settling between his legs. As I take my cock out of my pants, I stare down at his ass all fucking red for me. I want to grab it and knead it in my hands, feel the warmth of those marks, but since he just had to use one of his colors, I decide to show him mercy. Especially considering when I part his cheeks just enough to slip a lubed finger into his hole, he gasps and whines.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I tell him as I work a second finger inside him. “Sir has to get you ready to take his cock. That’s what you want, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” he whimpers.
“Good boy.”
After I spend a little time stretching him, damn near losing it just from the sight of my fingers disappearing into his tight hole surrounded by those red cheeks, I finally lube my cock up next and press the head against his rim. He squirms, knowing what’s coming.
Slowly, I push inside, and the moment my crown slips past that tight ring of muscle, I let myself finally give in to my own pleasure. Only for a second. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I release a long breath of relief that comes out sounding like a growl. I give a tiny snap of my hips, chasing that tight heat of him.
But then I quickly return my focus to Jackson.
His head lolls on the bed, and his hands are no longer gripping the sheets as tight as they were. I think he’s so deep insubspace now that he’s no longer registering the pain that I’m sure must still be lingering in his ass.
Gripping him by the hips, I slowly start to thrust. His moans are quiet but endless as I pick up the pace and settle into a steady rhythm.
Every time I snap my hips and our skin slaps together, his pitch rises, moans and whimpers coming out a little higher.
If I thought my fingers disappearing inside his abused ass looked good, that has nothing on the way my cock looks sinking inside him, all the skin around his hole pretty and red.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Jackson,” I say breathlessly as I fuck him a little harder. “You’re making your Sir feel so fucking good.”
He moans loudly. “Can I come, Sir? Please?”
“Yes, you can,” I tell him easily, already having decided not to edge him, not after he took the cane so well. “You deserve it after how fucking good you were for me.”
