Page 7 of Hawke

Would Garrett Heath be one of the success stories? Or would he be one of the late-breaking news headlines instead?

If I had anything to say about it, he’d make sure it wasn’t the latter option. After I finished signing everything, I slid the papers over to Ayden. “Will you keep me informed on any developments in his case?”

I knew there was nothing he could do about the pending drug charges, but I hoped Garrett wouldn’t face too harsh a penalty.

Ayden stood up, then extended his hand out to me. As I shook it, he said, “It’s a nice thing that you’re doing for the kid. Hopefully, he’ll take this second chance and make the most of it.”

I nodded, then watched as Ayden left. I scrubbed my hands down my face, then moved over to the door. There was still so much work to be done. Time was ticking away, and I needed to get what would be the main area finished by the end of the week. There was a separate construction crew busy working on the individual rooms, and if there were no further delays, the club would be completed within the next two weeks.

Not wanting to be disturbed any more this morning, I locked the door. It was then I noticed something on the carpeted floor. Bending down, I retrieved the solitary earring. It must have fallen from Charlotte’s ear while we we kissing.

A slow grin crept across my face as I recalled the way she’d responded to me. She might protest that she didn’t want me, but I could sense that she did. And I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that a part of me wanted to get her naked, too.

My cock was hard, but no matter what I now wanted, I’d never be able to be with her. I couldn’t allow myself to for my sanity and self-preservation, and maybe even her own. Charlotte Maxwell was the quintessential society belle. After our initial meeting the day before, I’d had a background check done on her. The daughter of a prominent physician and retired supermodel, she was the third of four kids, and the only female. There was no way she could handle the demons inside of me, and that was for the best. I’d just need to keep reminding myself of that until my desire for her waned.

I returned to my desk and tried looking back over the plans I was initially reviewing before I’d been interrupted. Syn needed to be ready for opening night. Outside of Halloween, Valentine’s Day had always been one of my favorite holidays, but not for the reasons many thought. I knew the history behind the holiday and appreciated its pagan rituals.

No one could pinpoint the exact origin, but as the morbid and dark story had been told and retold, the Romans celebrated what they called the “Feast of Lupercalia” every year between the thirteenth and fifteenth of February. The men sacrificed animals and used the hides of the slain beasts to whip the women. Granted, I never went as far as harming animals, but I never turned down the opportunity to spank a submissive’s ass, either. I was sure the females at Syn would be lined up in a few weeks much like they’d been centuries ago.

5 – HAWKE

ONE YEAR EARLIER

Perspiration glistened over every inch of her toned body, each beaded drop reminding me of glitter scattered across a naked canvas. My dick swelled painfully against the zipper of my leather pants.

Fuck!The blond goddess currently bound to my St. Andrew’s Cross was truly exquisite in every way. Long platinum locks, dampened with sweat, flowed from beneath the long swath of red silk currently wrapped around her head.

As tempted as I was to remove the offending fabric to see her eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to do so. It wasn’t that I lacked the desire, but rather, I possessed the iron-clad willpower to ignore the temptation no matter how great it may be. After having stared into the eyes of more monsters than I cared to remember, I’d made a vow of which I had no intentions on breaking.

My youth had been littered with different sexual encounters, and each one had started out the exact same way. During those early days, I hadn’t been in control of the scene, but that all changed one dark night, and I hadn’t looked back since. My past had shaped me into the man I’d become, and two things were now a certainty in my dungeon. I’d never look a woman in the eyes as she came apart for me, nor would I hear their voices as pleasure consumed them. Different sounds still haunted my mind to this very day, which explained why I required the dungeon staff to blindfold and prepare a female for me ahead of time.

Normally, I’d start each scene by using a ball-gag of some sort on the submissive, but I’d not done so tonight with this one. Why, I couldn’t quite pinpoint, which left me a bit unsettled. Returning my focus to the woman tied up, I studied her briefly.

Her full lips were pursed, coated in a candy apple red shade of lipstick. I didn’t even need to look down at my cock because picturing what her mouth would look like wrapped around it had me hard as fuck. I watched her tongue dart out to trace her bottom lip. She was incredibly nervous, yet aroused enough that I could not only smell her scent in the air, but also see the trembling in her long, slender frame.

I stepped back, making sure she’d hear my boots on the concrete floor. My eyes never left her body, and when I moved again, her small hands balled up into tiny fists. Anticipation, while quite the bitch, would only enhance her pleasure once I decided to inflict it upon her. For now, I was enjoying the nameless beauty and her natural responses to my brand of torment.

“P-please,” she finally stammered, speaking without permission.

I growled at her defiance. “Silence!”

Every submissive to pass through the doors of my dungeon was always given the infractions, or sins, as I liked to call them, up front when they signed the contract. Regardless of which club I was in, not seeking permission to speak, touch, climax, or anything in between was a cardinal one.

Her insolence, alone, was enough to make me want to call this entire scene off. I stepped closer, intending to tear the blindfold from her eyes and banish her from my club for the night. When I was standing toe to toe with the brat, my hands reached for the silk, then I froze.

Falling from beneath the same material I now sought to destroy was a solitary tear. I’d barely even touched her, and yet she gifted me with the one thing I desired to wring from her the most. My thumb caught the bead of moisture, and I brought it to my mouth, allowing the salty flavor to linger on my tongue for a few seconds.

“You’ve earned yourself a punishment now, sub,” I informed her before lowering my head so I could drag my tongue across the trail of dampness on her cheek. I should’ve been allowing my own temper to be used as motivation to rid myself of her presence. Instead, here I was teasing her, and becoming more addicted with each taste.

She nodded. I stepped back once more, this time looking over at the wall of items, each one capable of inflicting unbearable pain and such excruciating pleasure. A few were even multi-dimensional in their ability to do both. Mentally assessing the pros and cons of each implement, I glanced back at her bronzed form, deciding I wanted to paint her body red.

Slowly smirking, I retrieved a single pair of leather gloves. These weren’t your ordinary all-purpose ones, but instead, a toy that could be used to derive screams, moans, or any other sound I wished to hear. The only noises I was interested in, though, were the muffled ones that would slip out from behind a gag. Surprisingly, I still didn’t grab one before I slid my hands inside. Like everything else in my dungeon, they were a perfect fit.

The scent of this woman’s arousal was like a pheromone, enticing the beast inside of me. That was certainly an unspoken wish I could oblige. When standing toe to toe with her once more, I leaned in to lick, then bite at her bottom lip. By the time I was finished with her, they’d be swollen.

“Since you seem to have forgotten the rules, sub, I’ll repeat the two most pertinent ones to you a final time.” I watched as she swallowed hard. “If you’re to break another while in my presence, you’ll regret it immensely. Am I understood?”

The blonde nodded in agreement.

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