Page 19 of A Sinful Gift

His sweet little rabbit knew just what to say to bring out the wolf in him. He stood, capturing her wrists behind her back before spinning her face down over his desk. He kept her there as he retrieved a pair of cuffs from his desk drawer and secured them around her wrists.

Then he linked the cuffs together to keep her wrists trapped at her lower back. He jerked the boxers she wore down past her ankles and removed them from her completely. He needed to get to her bare skin, to feel the slice of wet, hot heaven between her thighs. He nudged her legs wider apart and knelt behind her, his mouth seeking her wetness. He licked hungrily at her slit, tasting it until he was drunk on it. Her fingers flexed and curled as she reacted to his mouth. She whimpered and her legs started to shake, and that was his signal to stop. He stood, licked his lips, and gazed down at her round, bare bottom on display.

“Please... sir.” She begged for release.

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant and drizzled it along the length of his cock before spreading it evenly. Then he spread Hazel’s ass cheeks and pushed a lubed finger into her ass, testing her tightness before he added a second finger, making her wiggle and whimper as he stretched her. He took his time stretching her, wanting to prepare her so she wouldn’t get hurt.

“Is this what you need?” he demanded in a low growl.

She nodded frantically, pushing her ass back at him in encouragement.

“Beg me to fuck your ass,” he commanded.

Hazel tried to resist the direct order, and he added a third finger, spreading inside her until she shrieked and surrendered.

“Please, sir...”

“Pleasewhat?”

“Please fuck my ass... please.” Her ragged panting and begging became his own private erotic symphony.

“Good girl,” he murmured in praise and pulled his fingers out of her ass. He positioned the head of his cock there and began to push. He gave her ass a hard slap, which made her tense and relax, allowing him to sink in a few inches.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised again as he worked his way inside her inch by inch. “You were made to take me, weren’t you, babe?” She was so tight, her muscles clamping down on his shaft, but he continued to work himself deeper and deeper.

“Please, sir, oh God...” She rested her cheek on the surface of his desk as he finally sank completely in and his balls slapped against her.

He stroked his hand over her hair before lightly digging his fingers into the locks. They breathed together for a few moments as she adjusted to the feel of him fully inside her. He had to give her time to stretch and accommodate him before he moved.

When she wriggled her bottom invitingly, he knew she was ready for him. He withdrew, spread more lube on his cock, and sank back into her ass again.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” He thrust deep, his balls tightening up as he drank in the sight of her prone form beneath him, her taking him inside her while he held on to her gorgeous auburn-red hair. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged lightly between slow, deep thrusts. Once he was certain she could take him harder, he began to pound into her. His desk creaked as he rammed his pelvis against the globes of her buttocks, and she rocked up on her tiptoes, her hands curled into tight fists. He grasped her cuffed wrists with his other hand, holding her prisoner as he fucked her like a man possessed.

“Sir... sir... sir...” She panted the word that drove him deeper into the darkest depths of his fantasies. If he could prove to her in this moment that she was his, truly his, that he would give her everything she needed, maybe she wouldn’t leave, maybe she would stay... and let him love her.

Blake was beyond speech as the purest pleasure of taking Hazel like this swept over him, wiping his mind clean of sanity and his control. He was an animal, taking his mate, desperate to own everything, including her soul—just the way she already owned his.

“Good girl... good girl,” he finally managed to say in a gruff voice as he continued to surge deep into her.

When she let out a scream of pleasure, she quaked beneath him, but he didn’t stop. He kept pumping his hips. A few minutes passed, and he emptied himself into her ass. He let go of her hair and wrists so he could brace his hands on either side of her shoulders on the desk. Every part of him felt free and light, yet at the same time he struggled for breath. He’d been so rough with her, but she was smiling as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice still rough as he regained his breath.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and continued to smile as she relaxed beneath him. His cock was still deep in her ass as he freed her wrists from the cuffs, and then he slowly pulled out of her. She whimpered, and he murmured a soft, soothing apology. His cum dripped out of the tight, puckered hole, and the sight of it made his cock bob again eagerly. He loved knowing he’d filled her.

He hastily used a Kleenex to wipe his cock before he tucked himself back into his pants. Then he took a moment to clean her up too before he scooped her up into his arms and settled in his chair with her on his lap. She still wore Mason’s shirt but nothing else, and he knew she’d be cold soon enough. So he wound his arms around her back and along her thigh, lending her his own body heat. He let her lie back against him and rest. He’d had everything he’d ever wanted in life growing up except love, except someone who belonged to him. Even having Mason as a brother of sorts wasn’t the same as this. Hazel was his world. His everything. His lips curved into a smile as he kissed her forehead.

He replayed the instant he’d first seen her. He’d been leaving their torts law class after receiving their grades on one of their papers. She’d been correcting their teacher about the assignment. The textbook had apparently been wrong, and so the professor had given them erroneous information to complete the paper. She had stood her ground, proud and unafraid as the professor tried to argue, but she won, giving the entire class extra points on their assignments. Blake had known in that moment he would find out who she was... and marry her.

That first night with her had changed his world forever. And now he had less than six days to convince her to stay. Hazel yawned against his chest and nuzzled his throat. He continued to hold her, and the weight of her felt perfect in his arms. When he was convinced she was asleep, he kissed her forehead again.

“You’re mine,” he vowed. “Forever.”

ChapterSeven

Hazel spent the next several days in a blissful pattern of moving between the two houses and two beds, sharing herself with Blake and Mason each night. By day she worked in an office that Blake had set up for her, but she often took her laptop to Mason’s workshop or Blake’s office so she could work while being close to them. It gave her time to talk with them. It was easy to be with Mason and Blake, separately and the three of them together, even when they weren’t having sex. There was no jealousy. They only occasionally teased her about being with one of them more often than the other. Their teasing often dissolved into the most delicious punishments that always turned to pleasure in the end. She was quick to learn that they both enjoyed finding reasons to call her a bad girl, which often resulted in a spanking or a deliciously hard fucking. But they always made it feel so good, and she always came screaming with an orgasm so strong she thought she might die from it. And what a great death that would be.

But now she was facing her last night with them. The week had gone by too fast. She could see the tension building in both Blake and Mason. Mason had warned her that he wouldn’t let her leave, but Blake had said it washerchoice. Was it? Could they keep her here if she decided she did want to leave?

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