Sierra Cartwright - Hawkeye 01 - Danger Zone

by Sierra Cartwright

  Not just any woman would do. He’d been with women equally as attractive, many of them much more submissive. But no other woman had literally had him by the balls.

  He wanted more of her. “Turn around,” he said. “I want to see your ass while you finish undressing.”

  “You’ve already seen it!”

  “Do you want me to repeat my order?”

  “I wouldn’t if I were you,” Davidson said. Then he shrugged and added, “But go ahead, if you want to live dangerously.”

  “I thought I was in charge,” she said.

  “You were.”

  “Now who’s grumpy?” Davidson teased.

  She turned around, facing Davidson, giving Stone a bird’s-eye view of her curvy derriere.

  She exploited it.

  He should have seen that coming.

  She wiggled and jiggled, and rose up on her toes; then she shimmied and stretched. It must have taken her two minutes to get the damn jeans off.

  Davidson coughed to cover his laugh.

  Definitely a good third.

  She scooted backward as she bent over to lower her jeans the rest of the way. From where he was sitting, he had a face full of her rear.

  Enough was enough.

  He grabbed her around the waist. He stood and simultaneously lifted her from the floor.

  “Yikes!”

  Helpfully, Davidson pulled off her jeans the rest of the way, then Stone turned and dumped her on the bed. She tried to squirm away, but he pinned her hands above her head, securing them in one of his. He jerked off her panties.

  “Careful with those,” she said.

  “Too late.” He tossed the scraps on the floor. “Now, where were we?”

  “I was in charge,” she said.

  “So you were.” He moved his hand so he could stroke between her legs. He found her totally damp for him, her opening already naturally lubed. “You’re wet,” he said.

  “A little.”

  His stubborn little sub was more turned on than she was willing to let anyone know. He inserted one finger inside her. She moaned and parted her legs. He finger fucked her until she arched her hips, asking for his penetration. “You wanted me to be underneath you, right?”

  “Y-yes.” She seemed a bit hesitant now.

  In seconds, she was on top of him, but he still had her hands imprisoned. “Like this?” he asked.

  “More like with me setting the pace.”

  “Davidson, sheath me.”

  The other man grabbed a condom from the bathroom. With great care, he placed it. Stone hadn’t been this wild for his partners since he’d seen Davidson last. Christ, had he missed it. “Mount me,” he said to her.

  She leaned forward and bit his lower lip.

  Damn, she was sexy.

  Davidson moved behind her, spreading her buttocks, and he positioned his Dom’s cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. “Watching the two of you is making me horny.”

  “She’ll have to suck you,” Stone said, lifting his pelvis even as she moved a bit lower. “Because I’m holding her hands.”

  “Then I can’t really be in control,” she said.

  “Smart, but grumpy,” Davidson affirmed. “Definitely grumpy.” He knelt in front of her and placed one hand on her shoulder. He curled the other behind her skull to hold her head steady.

  She’d chosen the position, but there was nothing dominant about it. In fact, she was quite helpless.

  Davidson pushed down on her shoulder a little, and Stone took advantage of it to sink in deeper. She moved, simulating the sex act, and he stretched her even wider.

  “Wolf!”

  Whatever protest she might have uttered was choked off by Davidson filling her mouth.

  The two men set the pace. Stone put his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her; Davidson pushed her down.

  He’d never been more turned on. His female submissive rode his shaft. His male submissive’s cock filled her mouth.

  “I’m going to come, boss,” Nate said.

  He met Nate’s gaze; then he looked at her. “Swallow.”

  She nodded.

  Nate climaxed, and she obediently swallowed every drop.

  Stone showed no mercy in fucking her.

  Her pussy clenched around him, milking him, her breasts bounced appealingly, and her moans were wildly abandoned.

  He felt his own orgasm, but he practiced internal muscle control, holding off a bit longer…longer…

  “Wolf!”

  “Come,” he instructed.

  She thrashed wildly, her vaginal muscles squeezing him, and screamed his name as she came.

  Then, only then, did he ejaculate.

  Satisfying…Very satisfying.

  The three of them ended up in a tangled heap on the bed. Sometime, maybe an hour later, she said, “Wolf?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’ll take that spanking now.”

  Chapter Seven

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Nate turned on a small lamp.

  Kayla saw the very serious expression on Stone’s face. It had been easier to decide she wanted a spanking when she didn’t have to look at the rough-hewn planes of his face. “Er, I mean no.” Considering a spanking was different in theory than actually exposing your bare parts to a Dom.

  Stone laughed. “Yes or no, Fagan?”

  She’d always been a decisive person. Once she made a decision, she followed through. Until now. “I… If we don’t do it now, I think I’ll chicken out.” He’d been stroking her hair, but the moment she started speaking, he’d stopped. She was trapped between the two men, with their legs on top of hers, and she loved the feeling of being smaller, safer. She and Stone shared an oversized pillow, and she angled a bit to look at him better.

  “No pressure,” Stone said quietly. “Don’t do this for me, or because you think it’s what I want. I won’t be disappointed if I never spank you.”

  “I want to do it,” she said. “For me. But don’t lie. You do so want to spank me.”

  “Well…yeah. I do. But I’ll get over it.”

  She rolled on top of him. Nate protested that she’d moved, but she ignored him. She stroked her fingers down the center of Wolf’s bare chest. He was hairless, well-toned, and naked. He just stayed there, not taking charge. But from experience, she knew that would last, oh, twenty seconds or so.

  She’d enjoyed the vicarious thrill of being in charge. Butterflies had filled her stomach and she knew that he realized her hand had shaken when she squeezed his testicles. He still hadn’t stopped her.

  Even though she was scared to go over his knee, frightened to be affixed helplessly to the St. Andrew’s Cross, she wanted to experience everything. He was due to testify soon. They might never all be together again.

  She knew she’d live with more regrets if she didn’t get spanked than if she did.

  Kayla captured his jaw and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. He took the opportunity to give her bottom a quick spank. Her eyes widened.

  “Get dressed,” Wolf said. “Both of you meet me in the great room.”

  He climbed from the bed, pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt, and left the room.

  She sat up, not bothering to drag the sheet with her. “I’m confused.”

  “About?”

  “Why he just left. I’m already naked. I figured we could just get on with it.”

  “A lot of this is about the symbolism,” Nate explained. “When he instructs me to strip, I do, very precisely. But I rarely undress before he tells me to. If you were his sub full-time, he might very well keep you collared and naked.”

  “Collared?”

  “A literal collar,” he confirmed. “In BDSM circles, it shows ownership. Shows your outward signs of submission to your Master.”

  Shock seared her. A full-time sub might be collared? She might wear a collar? Wolf Stone’s collar? Nerves, and a reluctant curiosity, took her breath away.

  She’d
never allow something like that to happen, she was sure of it.

  “But this is your first official spanking, he wants it treated reverently, wants to be sure you know exactly what you’re doing. He will give you every opportunity to change your mind. He’ll reassure you, help you set the boundaries.”

  Impulsively, she gave him a quick kiss.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “Now I know what I’m missing.”

  “I’ll just have to give you more then.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  “You’ll be there with me?”

  “Where else will I go? As you pointed out, it’s not like I have a bed.”

  “Or a helicopter to get you back out.”

  “Guess I’ll have to throw myself on someone’s mercy.”

  She cleaned herself up in the bathroom, then redressed. Nate was already waiting for her.

  Nerves nearly swallowed her whole when she reached the great room. Stone was in his wingback chair once again. The teasing man she’d stroked and kissed was gone. An implacable Dom was in his place.

  “Not too late to change your mind,” Nate whispered in her ear.

  But it was and had been since she entered the room and her gaze collided with Wolf’s. His eyes were intense, their depths fathomless like a storm-tossed ocean. And she wanted to see them darken with approval.

  He’d said he wouldn’t be disappointed if she chickened out, but she would.

  “We’ll start with over-the-knee.”

  “Start with?” Her voice didn’t come out strong and determined. It was more of a disappointing squeak.

  “It’s more traditional, likely more of what you expect. We can work up to a beating later.”

  Her breath whooshed out.

  “Teasing,” Nate said. “He was teasing.”

  “What’s your safe word?” he asked. “And your understanding of how it works?”

  “My safe word will stop the scene,” she said.

  Stone nodded. “Begging won’t stop it. Neither will the word stop. Or no.”

  She nodded since she doubted she could speak, anyway.

  His palms were pressed together, and he tapped his two forefingers together. "Tears and tantrums won’t stop it.”

  “Breathe into it,” Nate said. “Use your yoga.”

  They were freaking her out again.

  Nate moved over near the fireplace, off to her side. The fire had long since died down and only embers remained. The room had a chill that chased up her spine.

  “Like downstairs with Davidson,” Stone continued, “you’ll get a few slaps to warm you up.”

  “Do you know what that means?” Nate asked.

  “Not exactly.”

  “Since this isn’t a true punishment in terms of S&M, more of an introductory beating, I’ll deliver a few slaps that won’t be as hard as the rest,” Wolf explained. “The idea will be to bring the blood flow to the region. You’re less likely to get bruises or welts if you get properly warmed up. I’ll also use my leather gloves as a way to stimulate the blood flow. If you’re being punished, it’s possible your Dom may not warm you up. The beating is more shocking that way. But since this is your first time, I’ll talk you through it.”

  “Any questions?”

  She hadn’t been able to stop staring at his hands. “What will you use to deliver the spanking?”

  “Your ass isn’t as hard as Davidson’s.”

  “Still in the room,” Nate said. “Still listening.”

  She saw Stone’s quick smile in Nate’s direction. She nearly melted.

  “So I’ll use my hand. I’ll give you ten to warm up.”

  “Softie,” Nate said.

  “And a chance to reevaluate.”

  She nodded. The clock was marking off minutes again, the sound amplified because of her nerves.

  “Davidson, fetch my leather gloves from the playroom.”

  Nate left, and it was just her and Stone alone. “Last chance.”

  “I trust you.”

  “Ten to warm up. Then you can expect twelve well-delivered spanks.”

  “Twelve?” That damn squeak was back. “That’s how many Nate had to take. And he’s a man.”

  “A man is tougher than you?”

  She scowled.

  “It will be with my hand, not a flogger. Anything less, you might walk away with a false impression. It’s my intention to be easy with you, not gentle.”

  Nate returned with the gloves.

  “Strip,” Stone said.

  Her hands shook almost uncontrollably. She wasn’t a smart-ass this time. She undressed quickly, and then she forced herself to breathe. She was hyperaware of being totally naked while both men were fully dressed.

  “When you’re ready, walk over to me. Keep your head down, your gaze submissively at the floor.”

  Had Nate done that? She totally couldn’t remember.

  “Then lie across my lap. You can brace your hands on the floor. Keep your ass high, in striking position. After each spank, unless I’m trying to make a point, you will have a couple of seconds to compose yourself and get back into position, if you’re unable to hold it. Taking more than a couple of seconds will increase the number of blows.”

  When had her feet become leaden?

  “All spanks will be delivered on your thighs, on your buttocks, or directly on your cunt, if you don’t keep your legs together.”

  She gasped.

  “You’ll like it,” Nate said.

  She turned in his direction.

  “So I’m told,” he added. “Not that I actually have one.”

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “On no occasion will I hit you with my hand on your lower back or higher.”

  He’d kept his words even, explanatory, with no emotion. She truly had the sense that she could walk away at any time, that he’d take her to bed and have wild monkey sex with her.

  “Is your pussy wet?”

  She licked her lower lip.

  “Check,” he said.

  She slid her hand between her legs. She was a bit damp, and even that surprised her. With the fear that was winding its way through her, she expected to be dry. “A bit moist,” she told him.

  “Lick your finger.”

  Feeling scandalously naughty, she did.

  “Good girl.”

  She took three steps toward him.

  “Your safe word?” he reminded her.

  “Candy.”

  He kept tapping his fingers together. “Candy?”

  “I think being spanked by you will be sweet. And then, to stop it, I’ll have to want something that’s even sweeter.”

  “You’ll be able to think of that when you’re being tortured?”

  “I can think of candy anytime,” she assured him.

  “I can vouch for that,” Nate said. “She ate an entire box of chocolates all by herself when we were on assignment in Los Angeles. Grown men couldn’t eat all that, but she did.”

  “Candy it is.”

  She continued the last few steps. Somewhat awkwardly, she maneuvered herself into position.

  She noticed several things right away. First, it wasn’t as comfortable as she expected. His legs were hard and unyielding. Second, the denim from his jeans scratched her skin. Third, he smelled of a spicy soap. Fourth, she couldn’t hear above the sound of her own heartbeat. Fifth, with the awkward position, it was a fight to keep her legs closed, and that meant her pussy was going to be exposed to his view, and his punishment. And finally, she wouldn’t rather be anyplace else.

  “You’ve got a gorgeous ass,” he said. “Be a naughty girl and show me your pussy.”

  Not so hard, that. It was more difficult keeping her legs together.

  “Sweet,” he said, fingering her.

  Her clit was a swollen nub. Unbelievably, even after that great sex, she wanted more. She wiggled, wordlessly begging him to bring her to orgasm.

  Then he pulled back. She would have stamped
her foot, if she could have.

  She thought she was prepared for the first spank, but she wasn’t.

  She gasped when his bare hand hit her butt, straight across the middle, horizontally bisecting her cheeks.

  This was a warm up?

  He pressed one hand into the small of her back to hold her steady.

  The second spank landed just below the first, and its force made her lift her head. “I can’t.”

  But that wasn’t her safe word. And the third spank was even lower, and a bit harder. “Stone!”

  He shocked her with the fourth, landing it above the first.

  Then the next was between her legs, scorching her labia. She screamed.

  His final warm up spanks were delivered quickly, on either side of her cheeks.

  “Damn you!”

  “Good girl,” he said.

  She panted. It was over? Despite her fussing, it was over?

  “Davidson, bring me my gloves. Tell me how you’re doing, Fagan.”

  She tried to get up, to move, but he forced her back down.

  “Your cheeks are a lovely red.” That comment was from Nate.

  She struggled to take a full breath. “I’m…overwhelmed.”

  “Are you turned on?”

  She realized, unbelievably, that she was.

  “You took those like a champ.”

  “With all my carrying on?”

  “I expected it.”

  Somehow that made it worse.

  He shouldn’t have expected she’d behave like that, or that she’d even curse at him. It made her all the more determined to take the real ones with more stoicism. She thought of Nate and his quiet moans and the way his penis got harder as the beating progressed. He obviously wasn’t just thinking of the pain.

  Stone put on the gloves and vigorously rubbed her upper thighs and buttocks. It hurt, but she forced herself to keep breathing and to keep her mouth shut instead of protesting.

  She yelped when he passed a gloved hand over her already-swollen labia.

  “Ready for the real punishment?”

  That wasn’t the real punishment?

  He waited silently.

  She nodded.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes.”

  “What is your safe word?” He rubbed her clit with the leather.

  She squirmed. But, like Nate earlier, she was getting more and more aroused. The leather, the pressure, her own dampness…“Can…candy.”