Page 37 of Hawke

Charlotte wanted hard. She wanted rough. She’d get all that and more. I stood there for a few additional seconds before slowly pulling out. After readjusting my grip on her hair, I used my wound up fist to position her the way I wanted. When those lips were lined up perfectly with my cock, I thrust back inside, slamming against her tonsils with force.

Damn, she felt so good and looked even better. “You were right, little sub. I have laid in bed and dreamed of you. So many nights I’ve pictured this,” I told her. “You, on your knees, choking on my cock.”

Using the same speed and precision I’d perfected over the years, I fucked her mouth hard. She’d cough on occasion, or I would feel her attempt to gag, but I never let up. I’d warned her about this up front. She’d wanted to be used, which was the only real thing I could give her.

I threw my head back on my shoulders and fucked her just until I was on the verge of an orgasm before finally releasing her hair and pulling out. Charlotte made a few gasping noises, and I watched her frantically try to regain her breath. Her lips were swollen and wet. It almost made me want to sink back inside the warmth where it’d just been, but I had other plans for her.

“Up on your feet,” I ordered, then watched her scramble onto them. She seemed unsteady, but this was just the beginning. I began to guide her toward the center of the room. “Stop, right here.”

I was very pleased that other than sucking me off, she’d kept her mouth closed. Memories of our first encounter were still fresh in my mind and I didn’t want any repeats of that evening. While she stayed where I told her to, I moved across the room, gathering a number of items I needed.

When satisfied that I had gotten them all, I set them down onto the nearby table. Right beside it was the spanking horse. She’d soon be taking her place on it but first, I needed to attach a few things to her. I grabbed a vicious looking clamp, rubbing the metal over the tip of one nipple. Her sharp intake of breath was the only sound made.

Charlotte likely suspected what was next and when I lowered my mouth to the hardened bud, her head fell backward. Her breasts weren’t large but ample sized. As I squeezed the heavy globe in my palm, my tongue and teeth tormented the tip. I tugged and nibbled on it until it was elongated enough to attach the clamp. A slight sound emerged as she valiantly tried to stop herself from crying out. I moved straight from one nipple to the other, attaching it in a similar fashion.

That left one other clamp. Kneeling down, I fingered her clit but didn’t put my mouth on her this time. Charlotte’s body trembled, but she stayed silent even when I opened the metal and attached that clamp.

When I rose back to my feet, my eyes roamed down the entire length of her body from her still swollen lips to her dark crimson nipples. Her chest heaved and I didn’t give a damn whether it was due to fear or anticipation. Hell, it could’ve been both or something else altogether, and I wouldn’t have cared.

I dragged my gaze even lower, down her toned stomach and past her bare mound, to the bottom of her long legs. Curvy in just the right spots. I couldn’t wait to mark all of her. I circled around Charlotte, drinking my fill of her before grabbing the long chain off the table. I attached two of them to the jewelry adorning her nipples, then led her to the spanking horse.

“Follow my lead, little sub,” I said, helping get her onto the piece of furniture and into position.

I slid her wrists into the cuffs attached to the sides then enclosed them in the metal. Charlotte was now face down on the leather contraption restrained by her wrists. Next came her ankles and when she was fully bound in front of me, I ran one of my hands down her spine.

“Remember the rules, little sub. No talking! No coming! Nothing! Nod if you understand.” Her head was hanging off the table, but I saw it move up and down.

My hand continued lower, this time caressing each cheek before smacking the left one hard. It then disappeared between her thighs where I felt the other two ends of the chain. The particular clamp she was donning on her clit had enough space to fasten both ends, but first, I slid the long piece of jewelry through one of the metal hooks before attaching to the clamp. Now, any move she made would send pain shooting from her nipples to her clit.

I grinned, already anticipating the moment she realized exactly how much. I wouldn’t have to wait long. Grabbing the small flogger off the table, I ran the tasseled fronds down her back. She squirmed once, her body immediately tensing. I teased her for a little while longer before drawing my hand back and smacking her right cheek.

Both cheeks now bore my handprint, but it wouldn’t be all. Replacing the flogger with a rattan cane, I started to pepper strikes across her ass. Charlotte moved once or twice and when reminded of the clamps, she’d drop her head forward. Her small hands were balled into fists and I could sense the restraint it took to stay still. As long as she followed my rules, I would reward her for the effort later.

Once I delivered about eight perfect stripes to her ass, I picked back up the flogger. I took a step or two back, then started to strike her in random spots around, but not directly on, the same areas I had just finished caning. Her tanned flesh was turning a deep pink from my ministrations. I then dug my nail into one of the welts, causing blood to rise to the surface of it.

I dropped the flogger back onto the table and returned both hands to her ass. I squeezed each cheek before I started to deliver blow after blow to the welted flesh. It turned from dark rose to a crimson color. “You’ve been asking for a spanking since we’ve reconnected here in Denver. With that out of the way, we can finally begin.”

Her head shot up some, then dropped back down when she felt the inevitable pulling on the three clamps. I loved to watch a submissive languish in their pain. This particular one practically begged for some, and I was in a position to oblige.

I glanced back over at the other items on the table. I had gathered some of just about everything because in that moment, I hadn’t realized exactly what I wanted to do to her. That wasn’t a problem any longer. Grabbing the small, spiked plug, I slipped it between her thighs, dragging it back and forth through her slit. I could tell each time I nudged the clamp because her entire body would shudder.

Beautiful… submissive… masochistic… but she could never be mine. Tonight was all we both had with each other. Before long, she’d forget about me, but not before I marked her so completely on the inside and outside, that she’d be reminded of me for days, weeks, and maybe even forever.

I brought the plug to her ass and slowly started to insert it inside. She was extremely tight, so much so that I could think of little else other than taking her right there. I would fuck her so hard until she’d wrung everything from me. For now, however, I’d make do with this plug.

I kept slowly pushing it inside before it was fully inserted. The blue jewel on the tip reminded me a lot of her eyes and, needing to forget about them, I returned to the table. This time, I retrieved a small metal egg, which was easily slipped inside her pussy. When it was in place, I set the remote on automatic so I wouldn’t have to be bothered with adjusting the speed of the small device.

Every hole was now filled except for one. Picking up the glass sphere and an open mouth gag, I circled around her. She flinched when the heavy leather was put in place.

“We’re about to pick up where we left off a few minutes ago,” I warned. “Since I’m about to fuck that sweet mouth of yours again, you’ll need a way to safe word.” I took the small glass sphere and brought it to one of her hands. “If you need to use it, just drop this and it’ll roll onto the floor where it’ll break. I just caution you to be careful with it because this scene will end the second the glass shatters.”

I watched Charlotte hold it in a death grip. I suspected she wanted to prove to herself, maybe even more than to me, that she could take whatever I threw at her. Maybe she could. It’d change nothing between us, however, because I couldn’t allow this to happen ever again.

25 – CHARLOTTE

Ihad no idea what was stretched more, my ass with the plug or my jaw with the gag. It was the least of my worries, though. My entire body ached and somewhere in my head, I was questioning my sanity for asking him to hurt me. Well, it might’ve been more like begging, but whatever one called it, I’d gotten my wish. Now, I willed it to be over.

Despite the fact my ass felt like it’d been rubbed with sandpaper, and every move I made sent pain radiating from one clamp to another, I needed to see this through. And I had been honest when I’d told him I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all. It looked like he planned to test that theory, and when I proved him wrong, maybe he’d listen to me about other things, too.

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