Page 38 of Hawke

“Remember to breathe,” I heard him say seconds before he thrust through the open hole in the gag straight into my throat. He began to withdraw, allowing me a few gasps of air before he drove his cock back into my mouth.

The first few thrusts were very controlled. Everything about this entire scene seemed to be. I ached for the man in the hallway that night, or even the one kissing me that one time when he’d been overcome with jealousy. This between us now was more clinical than anything, still I allowed him to use me as I had begged him to do so earlier.

I’ll take whatever you have to give me, Hawke.

He gripped my face with his hands, holding my head exactly where he wanted it. He’d done that earlier, too. I would take whatever I could get, however, savoring the feel of any physical contact between us.

Hawke started to fuck my mouth with more urgency, the roughness of the act causing the sides of my throbbing breasts to rub against the leather I was currently lying on. It was all too much. So close to climaxing, I squeezed my inner walls and ass, causing both the plug and vibrating egg to push me that much closer to the edge.

“No coming!” he’d told me earlier as I seriously wondered whether I could hold on. It seemed a lot easier when thinking about not climaxing than it actually was. Who knew the promise of pleasure could hurt so damn badly?

Another hard thrust had me nearly choking. I gagged on his cock and instead of pulling out so I could breathe, he held my forehead to his groin. Everything started to spin. I was encased in darkness from the blindfold, but this was a different sort of black. I rolled the glass sphere around in my hand, but I didn’t release it.

Hawke mercifully withdrew completely, and I sucked as much oxygen into my lungs as possible. Nearly hyperventilating, I couldn’t seem to get enough air. I wasn’t sure whether he saw my struggle because if he did, he let me suffer.

Only when I’d finally gotten my breathing under control did he remove the gag. That helped exponentially as did the removal of the egg and plug. My head fell forward as emptiness settled in. Tears welled in my eyes.

Is this it? Are you about to walk away from me now?

The very thought of him leaving me like this for Ryder, or someone else, to find was almost too much. A few tears broke the surface, burning a fiery trail down my cheeks. I was so overcome with emotion I lost track of everything going on around me.

I’d been so sure he was about to leave me, if he hadn’t already, that I nearly broke the promise of silence. It was then when I felt him behind me. It took no more than a second or two to remove the egg and the plug, then line his cock up at my core.

He groaned as he entered me with as much gentleness as a bull in a China shop. I took it all because it was part of him. Hawke started to move, tentatively at first, but eventually ramping up to a speed that had me nearly losing my breath again.

His hands squeezed my welted ass before moving higher. I shivered when his hands slid along my sides. They toyed with my breasts, causing my vision to blur slightly. When he gripped the clamps and tugged them off, I nearly screamed. With the exquisite bite of pain came a pleasure unlike any I’d ever known before.

“Come for me, little sub,” he ordered, and not a second too late, I felt the initial explosion as my orgasm tore through me.

Over and over, mini detonations continued to go off as the pain and pleasure combined, sending heat racing through my veins. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life, and the harder he fucked me, the more I came.

I slid against the leather as sweat coated my body. Still, Hawke drove into me repeatedly. There were no physical touches from him other than the shuttling of his cock inside of me. His hands, body heat, and everything else was absent, causing the pleasure I’d just been consumed in to wane.

More tears spilled from my eyes, especially when he gripped my hips and drove into me a final time. I had expected to feel him as he climaxed, but there was nothing before he withdrew from me completely. It was over, and not just the scene. Everything between us was. I didn’t just know it, but I felt it deep inside my aching bones.

A door opened and closed in the background and I tugged at the metal cuffs holding me in place. If he even dared to have some stranger untie me, I would go back into that club and find him. Then I would kill him with my bare hands. A couple different ways to make him suffer entered my mind, but soon, I felt him return. The glass sphere was taken from my hand before the blindfold was removed.

I blinked a few times as I tried to readjust my eyes to the light in the room. While I tried to get my bearings, Hawke finished removing all the restraints from me, then swept me into his arms. He carried me over to the bed and laid me face down on the satin comforter.

“Stay like that,” he told me when I tried rolling over.

I needed to see him… to touch him… but he had other ideas. Something cold was dribbled onto my ass. Hawke’s hands came next, and I whimpered as he worked the liquid into my welts. While my ass still ached, it no longer felt raw. What did, however, were my emotions.

Nearly overcome by them, I couldn’t hold back my sobs any longer. Hawke didn’t do anything at first, then he spoke. “This cream should numb them soon.”

There was no emotion whatsoever in his voice. He might as well have been reading the back of the bottle. As much as it pained me, I reached around myself and pushed his hand out of the way before I rolled over onto my back.

Hawke was sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. I studied him, from his face to his body language. Something was off. He was so tense, his discomfort evident even from my vantage point. Something occurred to me in that moment.

“Was I not good enough?” I asked meekly.

His eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He was so strained, and it reminded me of what my brothers would look like when forced to attend my recitals and other girly things. For someone who’d just had sex, he seemed completely devoid of any emotion.

“You look so unhappy. I—”

“I’m fine,” Hawke told me as he advanced closer to my breast. “You need to let me put some cream on these, too.”

---