Leather Daddy: Jensen Ackles (3)

“Look at you,” Jensen growls, his voice low and rough, reverberating off the stone walls. “Already dripping for me, huh? You’re gonna beg for every inch.”

Your hands are bound behind your back with soft black rope. A leather collar encircles your throat, a small ring dangling from it, waiting for Jensen’s leash.

“You like being restrained?” Jensen asks, stepping closer. He lifts a gloved hand, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb. “Answer me.”

“Y‑yes, sir,” You whisper, voice cracking. “I… I want you to use me.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smirk. He slides his hand down, gripping your chin firmly, forcing your eyes to meet. “Good. Because I’m gonna make you scream until your throat is raw.”

He unbuckles his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, a glossy, pink head. A bead of precum slides down the shaft, catching the light.

“Open up,” Jensen commands, pressing the tip against your parted lips. “Suck it like you mean it.”

You obey, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, tongue swirling eagerly. Jensen moans low, his hips jerking forward as the warm mouth envelops him. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling just enough to elicit a gasp.

“That’s it,” Jensen growls, his voice thick with pleasure. “Feel how hard I am? You’re gonna take every inch down that pretty throat of yours.”

He begins to thrust, slow at first, then faster, each push driving his cock deeper. Your eyes water, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Taking it like a good boy, you love the taste of my precum, don’t you? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, sir… please…” You manage around his cock, voice muffled but desperate.

Jensen pulls back, leaving you gasping, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of Jensen’s cock. He steps back, admiring the sight: Your chest heaving, nipples hard, the rope biting into your wrists, the collar tight around your throat.

“Turn over,” Jensen orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Ass up, face down.”

You obey, presenting your rounded ass, the cheeks clenched in anticipation. Jensen runs a firm hand over the smooth globes, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. He leans in, biting the left cheek hard enough to leave a red imprint.

“You like that?” he snarls, his teeth grazing the flesh. “You’re gonna love what comes next.”

He reaches for a leather flogger hanging from a nearby rack, the tails soft yet menacing. He flicks it once, the tips brushing your inner thigh, eliciting a startled whimper.

“Count,” Jensen commands, his voice dripping with authority. “Every strike, you count. If you lose count, I start over.”

You, eyes squeezed shut. Jensen brings the flogger down with a measured swing, the tails landing across your ass with a sharp thwack. You jerk, a gasp escaping your lips.

“One,” You chuck out.

Another strike lands, harder this time, the sting blooming across both cheeks. “Two,” You whimper, body trembling.

Jensen establishes a rhythm, each blow landing with precision, the pain mingling with an undeniable arousal. Your cock trapped between your thighs, hard and leaking precum onto the stone floor.

“You’re doing so well,” Jensen murmurs, as he drops the flogger.

“Time to fuck you proper,” Jensen declares, his voice raw with lust. He lines up his cock at the slick entrance, the head pressing against the rim.

“Ready?” he asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, sir… please… fuck me hard,” you beg, voice hoarse.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You, a raw, animal sound that echoes off the stone walls, body bucking against the intrusion.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” Jensen pants, his hips beginning a relentless rhythm. Each thrust drives his cock deeper.

Jensen leans over, his chest pressing against your back, Jensen’s mouth bites down your ear.

“You like that?” he growls, his tongue lapping at the bite mark. “You like being marked? You like knowing everyone will see what I’ve done to you?”

“Yes… sir… please… more…” you whimper, ass clenching around Jensen’s cock with each thrust.

The pace becomes frantic, Jensen’s hips slamming into your ass with brutal force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room,  a wet, slapping rhythm accompanied by your choked cries and Jensen’s guttural grunts.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” Jensen warns, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re gonna feel my cum pumping deep inside you, filling you till you leak.”

Jensen’s thrusts become erratic, his balls tightening. With a final, deep plunge, Jensen erupts, hot jets of semen flooding your  rectum. You shudder, a long, drawn-out moan escaping your lips as you feel the hot liquid coat your inner walls.

Jensen continues to pump, milking every last drop, his cock still throbbing inside the clenching heat. When he finally stills, he pulls out slowly, a string of cum and lube trailing from his cock to the gaping hole, which twitches and leaks onto the stone floor.

“Look at you,” Jensen breathes, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his forehead. “You’re a mess. And you loved every second of it.”