Arthur nodded and groaned when Eames pushed in just a little deeper. His breathing was heavy and his legs were shaking as he kept them spread.

He inhaled sharply at the sharp slap to one cheek and then to the other, causing him to whimper. "Daddy -- please," he groaned and rest he hot cheek against the couch. His ass hurt and yet he couldn't remember the last time he felt so fucking good and tight and hot and pliant.

Arthur wasn't even thinking about it, or anything, anymore. All he knew was that he wanted more.