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As his lips moved furiously over mine, one of his hands slipped down my thigh. I hated that my dress was knee-length because I wanted to feel as much of his skin on mine as I could. Hawke must’ve felt the same because a rush of cool air hit me when he raised the side of it.

His fingers kept creeping even closer to the spot I ached at the most. When he encountered the lace barrier keeping us both from what we wanted, he tugged on my panties. He rendered them practically useless as he tore them from me. This time when he stepped back, I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily.

“My rules, little sub.”

I nodded enthusiastically, but made sure that was the only reaction I gave him. He had some fucked up rule against making noise during sex, and knowing that was what had ended our scene a year ago, I wouldn’t test his patience by disobeying again.

It was easier said than done when his hand slipped between my thighs. I was already so wet, so his fingers slid easily through my slit. Hawke toyed with my clit, much like he had before, and it was just as hard to stay quiet now as it had back then.

But I did. It was a feat of pure will, but I bit down on my bottom lip to keep any noise at bay. He inserted three fingers into my pussy, and my walls clamped down greedily as I tried keeping them inside. My head lolled from one side to the other, but then he stopped.

I’d nearly been ready to come, and Hawke must’ve known it because he stepped back, sporting the same grin he had earlier. As he dangled the panties in front of my face, my eyes widened when he brought them to my mouth.

“Open.” The word was so sudden, and my lips immediately parted for him on command. He thrust the tattered fabric into my mouth. “Keep them inside or else. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you.”

15 – CHARLOTTE

We were back to this again, it seemed, but if Hawke thought I’d make it easy on him by speaking this time, he was mistaken. I had dreamed about this moment since the two of us met back up. I needed to see what it was I had missed out on over a year ago, so every ploy I’d used over the last few weeks wouldn’t be for nothing.

I kept my teeth clamped down on my panties. While I often tasted myself during masturbation, I’d never had anyone actually stick lingerie into my mouth before. I briefly wondered what someone would think if they happened upon the two of us in this hallway. It was then when I realized it was a real possibility. Not only did it house a number of the private rooms, but it also had many manacles and other devices on the brick wall, making it easier to be watched. Being caught in the act only aroused me further, and my cream started to trickle down the inside of my thighs.

The tearing of the foil wrapper snapped my attention back to the man in front of me. Other than the two buttons he’d loosened earlier, every part of his suit was still intact while my dress was hiked up over my hips. My gaze fluttered from the crisp white of his shirt to the varied colors of ink hiding behind it. I’d noticed the various tattoos he had on his arms, neck, and now upper chest area, but I knew he had to have more. The thought of one day tracing each and every one with my tongue nearly caused me to whimper out in need. I didn’t, however, and my eyes moved from his chest back to his face. When our eyes met, I saw his disapproval immediately.

“Eyes downward, little sub,” he barked out.

His voice was like the crack of a whip, and my head fell instantly as soon as the last syllable left his mouth. I then realized the view only got better. Watching as he slowly rolled the latex over his long, thick, and heavily veined shaft, I was now left wondering whether I’d actually be able to take his entire length inside of me.

My core ached with need as I grew even wetter. Moments later, his large hands lifted my legs, spreading them wide as he also pinned them against the wall. The brick was rough, and the very thought that I would have bruises from both his fingers and the stone did creep into my head, but I would wear them proudly.

Putting all discomfort out of my mind, I focused on the here and now. Hawke wouldn’t let me look at his face, so I stared instead at the cock I had only dreamed about. His fingers dug deeper into my legs, and he moved closer. I knew what was coming, so I closed my eyes, hoping to prepare myself for the moment of penetration.

Will you fill me slowly? Or will you slam into me instead?

That question was answered with the first thrust. Hawke entered me with such force I’d almost forgotten about the panties wedged between my lips. If they slipped from my mouth, this encounter would be over as quickly as the one in Washington, D.C., had been, which was something I couldn’t endure again. Besides, I knew I would never get this opportunity with him again.

Keeping my teeth clamped onto the lace as tightly as I could, I closed my eyes as he started to move. From my current position, I felt every single inch of him. I wanted to touch him too, but since he’d cuffed my hands to the wall, I couldn’t. His upper body pressed into mine, rendering me immobile. Other than his cock moving inside me, there was only one other thing I could feel. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as he gripped my hips. I would have bruises there tomorrow, too, but I knew it’d be worth every one of them.

There was no intimacy in this act, and the rough way he was taking me all but confirmed I was nothing more than a fuck toy for him at the moment. This was exactly what I had pictured when imagining him hatefucking me. Only, I never imagined it would feel this fucking good. I was used to being treated like a princess with boyfriends in the past, but not with him. Not with Hawke. He was basically fucking me like some harlot, and I let him. It should’ve been enough to have me demand that he release me, yet I didn’t. I wanted any and everything he was willing to give me.

Focusing less on what I should, and more on what I shouldn’t, I also knew I’d wear additional marks from the abrasive bricks behind me, especially all the flesh bared by my backless dress. I didn’t care, however, knowing fully well I’d be reminded of this evening for the next few days to come. Just as I had done that first night after he’d worn those sharp gloves, I’d traced every wound left behind until they’d eventually healed.

Another hard thrust had me inwardly groaning. My hands balled into fists, pain surging from my palms as my manicured nails dug unmercifully into them. Mercy. It was something Hawke knew nothing about, judging by the brutal way he was fucking me. Long, deep strokes delivered with so much force, I wouldn’t be surprised if I left an imprint in the wall by the time he was finished with me. Or, maybe even a few cracks in the stone.

“What in the hell are you doing to me?” he rasped against my throat as his warm breath swept over my sensitive skin.

The same thing you’re doing to me.

It would’ve been my answer had I have been allowed to speak. Even though I knew he didn’t expect, nor want, an answer, I was sure my body was telling him everything he needed to know, anyway. It was not my own. It was his, and since the first night we had met, it always had been. It would explain my lack of a romantic love life since returning from Washington, D.C., and it would be why no other man stood a chance with me. I didn’t want gentle... boring... predictable... I wanted Hawke, and I wanted this. The excitement... pain... degradation...

There was no time to dwell on that realization because Hawke pulled my thighs closer as he nuzzled the inside of my neck. Fuck! Neck kissing was an instant turn on, and if I hadn’t already felt the overwhelming need to climax, his current ministrations would’ve made sure that I did.

Tension coiled in both my womb and limbs, the different position allowing him deeper penetration, if that was even possible. Every cell in my body was aflame. I was perilously close to the edge of no return. Weeks of dreaming about him had led to this. It was even better than I could’ve ever imagined. A few more thrusts were all I needed before the last thread of my control would surely snap in its entirety.

As I rushed toward the promise of release, he kept fucking me with the brutal savageness that made him a legend back at The Box. And I was not the only one feeling the sparks between us. Incoherent words flew from his mouth.

I was affecting him in some way, after all. I’d thought that once or twice in the past, but then he’d distance himself from me which caused me to question my own intuition. Right now, he was pulling me even closer. I was slowly losing the battle of keeping my orgasm at bay. Just before it pulled me under, a single word pierced through the haze.

“Come,” he commanded, and I did.

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