Page 53 of Clawed
THE CONNECTION BETWEENthem was so visceral, Lawes didn’t even think.Feeling her come apart over his hand, he dropped the brush, kicking it to one side as he unfastened his zipper with his right hand.She was so fucking good—too good to leave in haste—but the urgency swelling in his balls insisted he pull his fingers free and finally allow his straining erection the same sweet privilege his digits had enjoyed.
Easing his pants down past his hips, he ran his hands over her breasts and pushed the organ between the cleft of her cheeks.He craved her.He’d done so for so fucking long, and there she was—his for the taking.
“I’m supposed to be punishing you.”He was breathless as he nuzzled the back of her neck.“Putting you in your place.”
She moaned a response around the gag.
“Yet somehow, you’re chasing the end of your orgasm.”He smiled, in spite of himself.
He’d given in to her body’s silent calls for the hedonism, so there wasn’t much point in admonishing her, but old habits, he supposed, died hard.She smelled so good, the remnants of whatever perfume she’d donned for Saul merging with her own unique musk to drive him wild.Wrapping his arms around her, he longed to claim her again.
Why shouldn’t I?
His lips curled as one hand lowered to support the weight of her thighs.Already on tiptoes, Hannah couldn’t do much to aid his pursuit, but he noted how she didn’t resist as he tilted her hips toward him and lifted her feet from the ground.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, little girl.”Growling the promise into the glistening skin of her shoulder, he paid careful heed to her reactions.
He was going to give her what she warranted, but he needed to know she wanted it, too.A frantic mewl escaped her throat, her head heavy against the top of his chest as he forced her body to arch to his will.
It was all so perfect—shewas flawless—but for some unknown reason, that wasn’t enough.He needed to know she yearned for their reconnection as much as he did.
“Hannah.”He drove his hips forward, relishing the sensation of her hot cheeks cradling his desperate dick.
Her head turned at her name, her eyes flickering open to acknowledge him.
“Do you want this?”
It was crazy of him to ask, to infer that his hostage had any choice in what happened next.Hadn’themade it obvious that she didn’t?Hadn’t he cemented her helplessness with his gag and binds, yet there he was, seeking her assent.
Hungering for her consent.
She tugged in a breath, her eyes glinting with emotions his gag refused to let her utter, and in that moment, he was sorry to have forced it on her.Even though he enjoyed the damn thing and adored the way it looked in her mouth, suddenly it was the reason he couldn’t have the one thing he wanted as much as her body.
He acted on impulse, permitting her left foot to fall to the floor as his hand shifted to the back of her head and tugged at the buckle.The clasp was new and ceded without a fuss, and when the straps gave way, he pulled the leather free.Feeling for her lips, he dipped a finger inside her mouth and edged the plastic ring from her orifice.She obliged as expected, groaning with what he assumed was relief when the gag fell into his waiting palm.
With one flick of his wrist, he discarded the gag into the tub beside them.The implement landed with a thud as his hand shifted to the side of her face.
“Now, tell me.”Impatience oozed from his tone.“Tell me you want me.”
Her shell-shocked expression met his.“Mr.Lawes.”
Her tone was neither distressed nor desperate, and the fact irritated.He’d taken her there, he’d looked after her, ensuring she was fed and cleaned before he rocked her fucking world.The least she could do was admit what they both already knew—her cunt was soaking and more than ready for the inches he had to offer.
“Tell.Me.”His voice was curter that time, her knitting brows recognizing his insistence.“I want to hear it, little girl.”
He did.More than was reasonable.
Their entanglement wasn’t a romantic clinch.It wasn’t the product of internet dating or dinner and drinks.He was the dark dentist she’d never bargained for, and despite all the odds, he was back for more.
It was hardly surprising that she wasn’t begging him to fuck her, hardly amazing the passion flashing in her eyes wasn’t sealed by the words at her lips, but Lawes hadn’t given up hope.
She wanted him.He knew that.He’d felt how much for himself.
He just needed to cajole her into telling him.
“Please,” she gasped, leaning slightly into his palm.“Please, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“Please, what?”His balls ached at her delay.
