Page 9 of Hale's Pawn
“Sheesh. Where is she?”
“With the big fuck, Mikonos.”
“Damn, my boy, you scared her with your fucking, didn’t you? That’s what I like to hear. When you get her back, spank her hard and leave a mark so she can have a little trinket with her.”
“Sick fuck., I reply to Jagger, but he’s not wrong. I plan on spanking her and fucking her again, just to prove a point. She clearly didn’t get it yesterday. The more attitude she gives me, the harder I fuck her.
“Speaking of fucks… I gotta go get a nut. Call me later.”
I shake my head. “Yeah.” I hang up.
5
Ainslee
I getout of the bath after soaking for what feels like a long while. I’ve dozed off twice and I’d rather not die by drowning in a tub. My dad would just be so disappointed, on top of everything else. I sigh and climb out. I unplug the stopper and let the water rinse out. I climb into the shower, rinse my body, and wash my hair in the process. The fact that Mikonos has the same hair products as I do makes me happy. Then again, I’ve spent enough time here that he probably buys them because of me. I lather the leave-in conditioner into my hair and just put it up, not wanting to bother drying it. I’m tired. I grab whatever towel that’s left in here since Mikonos didn’t bother to hand me one. This little shit barely wraps around my body. “Mikos, do you have anything to eat and what the fuck kind of towel is this? It barely fi—.” I stop talking.
“Hello, wife,” Oran says as he stretches out on Mikonos’s couch.
I turn to look at Mikonos while he eats his breakfast. “You called him?” I ask.
Mikonos shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. He called you. Go home, little one. You know the rules. If Papa knows you’re here…”
I shut my eyes and want to just yell. “Imagine me waking up, ready to fuck my new wife, and boom, she’s gone. Wearing my damned shirt like she has the right to, nonetheless.”
I place my hand on my hip. “I needed to sleep!” I yell back at him.
Oran smirks. “I let you sleep, but now, I don’t think you learned your lesson when I told you that if you catch an attitude with me, I’ll teach you how it works. Let’s go. I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you.”
I take a step back. “No, you’ve done enough.”
Oran stands placing his hands in his pockets and he walks towards me like fucking sin on a stick. “I have to fuck you like my life depends on it, don’t I?”
I say nothing because I know he’s being petty. You put a gun to someone’s head once and they never let it go. I take a deep breath when he gets closer. I hold on to the towel for dear life. I don’t have to look away to know that Mikonos just got up and left his loft. “Oran…” I call his name out and he tilts his head, sort of studying me. Is it because I don’t really say his name?
“Hmm…” That's all the warning I get before Oran tugs my towel off me. He stands there and admires my body for a minute. His eyes linger on the scar where I got my heart transplant when I was a baby. His eyes take me in and there’s a hungry look in them that travels all the way from my toes to my scalp. “Get dressed and meet me outside, Mrs. Hale,” he says with a warning lacing in his tone.
I don’t say a word as I slowly walk back into the bathroom without turning my back. Oran looks at me, not breaking eye contact until I bump into the bathroom door. I slip in and look around for the shirt. I put the dress shirt on and when I get to the second to last button, the door slams open. “The hell?” I turn towards the door.
“I changed my mind,” Oran says with a shrug, like he’s bored. “Bend over the counter.”
“I need to sleep,” I say, but fuck, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by the authority in his voice. I’m used to seeing Oran talking with Jagger, laughing at the shit Jagger says, and co-signing it, but he’s talking to me now.
“I’ll put you to sleep,” he says as he removes his suit jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt, removing both and hanging them up on the hook by the door. “Come. Here,” he commands and my feet take a couple steps, but then I catch myself.
I suck in a breath when Oran removes his undershirt pulling it over his head. God. I don’t remember if I’ve ever seen him half naked this close up before. I don’t know if I’m even breathing as I take him in. This man puts in work and he’s what I’d always say to my viewers.Thick. Thick. He’s a thick-muscled man with chest hair. I shudder as he watches me while he unbuckles his belt, pops the button, and unzips. Oran reaches into his black boxer-briefs, pulling out his dick. I whimper. Fuck this man is perfect. “I…”
Oran starts to stroke his dick and I completely shut up. I’m not some sex vixen or anything like that, so I don’t understand how this is so sexy and appealing to me. Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? “Come,” Oran says one more time.
I don’t even think this time, I get closer to him and he acts fast. He turns me around and bends me over the sink counter. My legs hang off because it’s fit for Mikonos’ height, not mine. Judging by Oran’s grunt, he seems to agree with the height boost. He lifts my ass up and I arch, coming up on my knees. Oran slips into me and I feel like I’m being ripped apart in a good way. I bite my bottom lip and I make the mistake of looking at him in the mirror. Oran’s eyes shine with mischief as he stares at my ass, fucking me. I shudder as I place my palms on the mirror and I join him.
Oran grins and he looks up at me oh-so-slowly. My chest pain increases and my eyes flutter. God, I feel like he’s trying to break his new toy in and it’s delicious. I hang my head and get lost in the moment. It feels like I’m on a high that I don’t know how to come back down from. Oran starts to spank me while fucking me and tears pool in my eyes. I don’t hate it. In fact, it makes me feel alive. Like I’m part of reality now. I moan. “Yes, oh damn it. Yes. Hale. Fuck.”
Oran chuckles without missing a beat. “Hale huh? Well then, Ains. Check fucking mate.” I know what he means. He was a pawn, but now he’s letting me know that he’s just checked the king.., me, and I can’t move unless he does. He thrusts once more and I cum hard. Fuck. Me.
6
Oran
