Chapter 8
JACK
Greg’s couch was super uncomfortable—not that I’d ever complain, of course, since I was so dang thankful he was letting me stay with him for a bit without asking much in return—and while most of the beds I’d had to sleep in while I’d been living with Max had been comfortable, I’d never slept very well there because of how he and his friends would wake me up so often without any warning and…
and do things. And I didn’t actually remember all the places I’d slept back when I’d still been living with my mom since she’d moved around a lot, but I knew for sure none of them had ever been this comfortable. So… so where was I right now again?
Probably dreaming, since I felt so good.
Which meant I really didn’t want to open my eyes and ruin it.
Except… except…
“Daddy,” I gasped, my eyes flying open anyway as I bolted upright and looked around the super nice but totally empty hotel room in a panic.
I suddenly wanted to cry. Once he’d decided to let me stay, I’d assumed he’d want to fuck me, but since my butt wasn’t sore and I couldn’t remember us actually doing it, I was pretty sure that hadn’t happened.
The last thing I could remember happening was the whole world shattering into a million glittering pieces when Daddy had finally made me come with his hand, and how floaty and wonderful and perfect and safe I’d felt afterward…
which would have been the best memory ever if… if I wasn’t greedy, I guess.
Had I really just slept through my entire one and only night with him? If I had, I really was going to cry.
But before I even got that far, Daddy was suddenly there.
“Shhhh, sweetheart,” he said, coming in from the room where I’d blown him and scooping me right out of the bed, blanket and all, and into his arms. “What happened? Bad dream?”
I sniffled, feeling dumb but clinging to him anyway. “No.”
It had been the best dream. The one where all this was real.
He sat down on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. He had on a pair of boxer briefs now, but I was still naked, and he tucked me against him and tilted my face up and kissed me again before I could answer, and for a moment it felt like I was still dreaming. Or I mean, like it was actually real.
Same difference.
But then, like the dumbest person in the history of ever—the dumb person who definitely didn’t know how to hold onto one of the few good moments in life that actually came my way—I remembered it wasn’t real, and burst into tears, right in the middle of the kiss.
“Jack,” Daddy said, his eyebrows scrunching together as he pulled back and cradled my face in his hands. “What’s going on, sweet boy?”
“I… I slept through everything,” I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “Is it morning? Do I have to go now? Are we done?”
Daddy froze for a second, but then… he laughed? And kissed me again, just once, hard and fast.
“Oh, hell no,” he said, waking all my flutters up, all at once, with the way he was suddenly grinning at me. “Baby, I’m not letting you go,” he said, moving me around until I was straddling him and then cupping my butt with his big hands and squeezing it as he kept right on smiling at me.
Oh God, I was suddenly horny again.
“You just took a short nap,” Daddy went on. “But if you think I’m done with you, then you weren’t listening very well, sweetheart. Do I need to spank this sweet little ass for that before I finally use it for something more fun?”
He still wanted to fuck me? And keep me, at least for a little while longer?
I bit my lip, suddenly so light inside it felt like I was filled with helium.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said. “I’ll listen better. And… and if you want to spank me, you could?”
His smile suddenly turned wicked. “Maybe I should.”
He squeezed my butt again as the thick length of his cock hardened underneath me and made me squirm, all that horniness inside me heating up until it felt like I was boiling. But then, because life hated me, my stomach rumbled, so loud that the entire hotel probably heard it.
“Sorry,” I whispered, ducking my head before I remembered Daddy didn’t like that.
He tipped my chin up right away, because of course he did. “Nothing to be sorry for, sweet boy, but it sounds like I need to feed you before we do anything else.”
“You… you don’t have to feed me again,” I said, pretty sure that wasn’t how it was supposed to work with clients.
Or if it was, would Greg’s boss take it out of the share of the money he was going to pay me?
The treats Daddy had given me earlier had looked really expensive.
I bit my lip, my palms suddenly clammy. “It’s fine, Daddy,” I said, talking fast because my stomach was growling again, dang it, and I didn’t want to do something stupid and get tempted to say yes even though it had been a while, a long while, since I’d last eaten anything that could be properly called an actual meal.
“We can… We can do other stuff? Anything you want. You can spank me, like you said—” I wouldn’t mind, not from him, especially not with the way his cock flexed under me when I said it, “—or I could blow you again? Or… or I could ride you?”
“Sexy boy,” Daddy growled, his cock thickening even more like he liked that idea.
I did, too. So, so much. Which was weird, since I didn’t usually like getting fucked at all. But even though it would probably hurt, since it always hurt and Daddy’s cock was so big, with him, I suddenly wanted it so bad I almost couldn’t stand it.
I’d hurt for Daddy as much as he wanted if I could just have him inside me and feel like I was really, truly his.
“Please,” I begged, not even caring how desperate it made me sound, because I was desperate.
I wanted as much of everything with him as I could get before I had to leave.
I’d cleaned out and stretched and even lubricated myself before I’d come.
Greg had said it would be easier that way since clients usually wouldn’t bother, so there was no reason Daddy couldn’t just shove his underwear out of the way and work his cock into me right here and now. “Can I, Daddy? Can I please ride you?”
His cock felt like a steel baseball bat underneath me now, and with my legs spread wide over his thick thighs, the hard ridge it made in his underwear slotted right into my crack.
I rolled my hips, wanting it so bad I could practically taste it…
and that felt so good that I did it again, and then again, moaning like I was in some dirty porn video but too dang horny now to even be embarrassed about it.
“Jesus, baby,” Daddy said with one of those groans that got me even more fired up, his hands sliding down my back to my ass again and holding me tight as his dark eyes got even darker.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed myself against his solid, furry chest as I kept shamelessly rocking my butt over him and rubbing my dick against his wide belly.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.” I wanted to feel him for days.
I wanted to feel claimed by him, I wanted my body to remember him the way I knew the rest of me would, even after he sent me away.
“I want your cock so bad. I don’t… I don’t need a lot of prep, so you can just, just do it right here.
Just put it in me, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you.
I want to feel like I’m really yours. Please, please fuck me. ”
“You are mine, Jack,” he said, his voice all growly and hot-sounding as he suddenly thrust that massive cock of his up against me, his fingers digging into my butt hard enough to make me gasp.
Then he groaned again and stopped moving, holding me still, too.
“And I’m definitely going to fuck you. But if you think I’m fucking you without any prep, sweetheart,” he added with a stern look, “you really do need a spanking.”
My breath hitched, something hot and delicious shooting down my spine. Unnnnnngggghhhh. Why did that threat make my dick get even harder?
“Be good,” Daddy said, popping one of my ass cheeks and making me whine like a needy pet.
I rubbed myself against him, panting and hard and aching, like I hadn’t just come my brains out a little bit ago.
He did it again, but this time on the other cheek, and sharp enough to really sting.
“Jack,” he said, so stern and hard that I would have been scared if it had been from anyone else.
From him, though, hearing my name like that just made me want to melt.
And settle down for him, of course. I’d forgotten myself, and he’d been right to remind me.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, making myself be good and stop humping him, even as the heat that had bloomed on my ass from those two hard smacks made me crave more of it so bad that I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.
Getting spanked by Daddy made me feel… feel trembly, but all on the inside and like it was too much to contain without something bursting.
I’d never liked being hit when I was with Max or his friends, but now that it was Daddy—making me be good when I couldn’t and helping me learn how to do better for him, just like when he’d tied me to the bed—I wanted more.
I wanted to beg him to treat me even dirtier.
But I also wanted to melt against him in gratitude.
But also keep humping myself against him until I burst, which probably meant that he was right to spank me, since I’d been doing exactly that even after he’d already told me to be good.
“That’s better, sweet boy,” he said, holding me by the back of the neck while he rubbed over the warmth in my butt. And the way he looked at me, like he was proud of me even though I’d messed up, made every one of those feelings and wants inside me burn even brighter.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what exactly I was asking for. “Please please please, Daddy.”