Page 141 of Damaged Protector

“Why?” I asked, bringing my head up to face him. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass, Hawk, and I don’t mind surprises. Except, you know, butt stuff. That’s something I’d prefer not to be surprised by.”

His handsome face broke into a wide, mischievous grin. “So you’re saying there’s a chance for some butt stuff?” The immediate swelling of his cock inside me told me Hawk was absolutely delighted by that idea.

“Yikes, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” Setting down the sexy paddle and placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I slid up and down on him, eliciting a rumbling groan from his chest. “How about we take a shower together and talk about it?”

Hawk had taken our “butt stuff” discussion to heart, and one week later, I was wearing an anal plug with a bright-pink crystal on one end. The end that wasn’t inside me, just to be clear.

We were in the Den of Sin for the first time since last week, and I wondered—for about the tenth time—if he missed being in this room every time.

“Hawk?”

“Yeah, baby?” he replied, securing my hands to the crisscrosses on his headboard with violet-colored velvet straps. I was on my back with my arms stretched over my head.

“Am I holding you back?”

“No, but I’m about to hold you down and have my wicked way with you,” he teased, easing a finger between the straps and my wrist to make sure they weren’t too tight.

“Not like that. I mean, you said you don’t fuck in your bedroom, but that’s where we sleep and have sex every night.” His eyes snapped to mine, but he didn’t reply. “Am I holding you back from spending time in here because you don’t think I’m experienced enough?”

He abandoned the task of tying me to his bed and lay on his side beside me, tilting my head toward his with gentle fingers against my cheek. “No, sweetheart. That’s not it at all. I like having you in my bed.”

“Why? This…” I swept my eyes around the room, “is who you are, and I feel like you’re suppressing that because of me.”

He searched my eyes for a long moment. “Maybe this room isn’t all of who I am. Maybe you’ve brought out my softer side.”

“So I make you soft?” I cooed, biting into my lower lip.

He laughed and pushed his very impressive erection against my hip. “I think we both know that’s not true. I’ve taken up permanent residence in BonerVille since I met you.”

“Let me guess. You’re the mayor of BonerVille?”

His beard twitched. “I am, though I hold several official titles.”

My eyebrows lift. “Oh really? Like what?”

“Well, I was granted the title of Chief Erection Officer when I moved in, and just last week, they asked me to be Captain of the Pussy Police.” His hand slipped between my legs to fondle my bare sex, and I groaned.

“A position for which you’re supremely qualified.”

He grinned. “I do my best to protect and serve.”

“Can I ask you one more question?”

Hawk narrowed his eyes at me before lifting his wet fingers and sucking them clean. “I’m losing my patience with you, Little Bee. You’re delaying our little game.” His voice held a hint of amusement though, and I knew he didn’t mean it. He was always patient with me.

“I was just wondering why you have that TV on.” I nodded toward the television mounted on the wall to my left. It was turned on, and the screen was blank, glowing a bright blue.

“You’ll see,” he told me before fastening a black satin sleep mask over my eyes. “But not yet.”

“Well, this seems dramatic,” I called as I felt the bed move and sensed that he’d stood.

His chuckle was amplified now that my vision was completely black. I listened closely, hearing drawers and cabinets open and close. And something quietly clattering. Dishes maybe?

Then music came from somewhere, a slow, sultry beat that made me want to fuck. My hips lifted, and my legs spread, wondering where Hawk was now. That question was answered when a hand pressed me back to the mattress and his beard tickled my ear.

“Be still, or I’ll strap your legs down too.” The low growl had my clit thrumming like a hummingbird. “We’re going to do some sensory play. I’ll let you feel or taste things, and you tell me what they are.”

“If I get them wrong, will you punish me?” I asked, not sure if I wanted him to answer yes or no.

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