Stone Sober: A Hawke Family Novel (The Hawke Family Book 3)

by Gwyn McNamee

  She moans and squeezes my dick, turning her head back until her mouth is at my ear. “Oh, there's a lot you can do.”

  I chuckle and slide my tongue around the lobe of her ear. “Not right here, not right now, babe. It will be worth the wait, I promise you that.”

  For both of us.

  Nora has absolutely no idea what I have in store for her when we get back to my place. I may be hearing cupcake for the first time from her tonight.

  My aching cock gets another squeeze. “You better not break that promise.”

  “Oh, honey, I won’t. You’re going to pay for what you just tried to do.”

  A shudder rocks her body, and I grin against her neck. Nora better be prepared for what’s coming.

  “I want you in my bedroom, naked, waiting for me when I get home. Understand?”

  She nods and starts to pull away.

  “Where are you going?”

  Her eyebrow pops up. “To the bathroom?”

  “Do you actually have to go?”

  She leans back toward me. “Well, no, but I need to splash some cold water on my face before I spontaneously combust, okay?”

  I chuckle, then glance over my shoulder toward the dining room to make sure no one heard me. “Fine. But if you aren’t out in less than two minutes, I’m coming in after you.”

  “Stone, you bringing that wine?” Mom’s voice carries down the hallway, and I shoo Nora toward the bathroom.

  “Yeah, Mom, coming.”

  Hopefully…

  I swing through the kitchen and grab a bottle off the counter on my way back to the table.

  Mom greets me with a furrowed brow. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I just had to reply to an email quickly. Sorry.”

  She smiles and pats me on the arm before handing me the corkscrew. “No problem, dear. Thank you.”

  The minor shake in my hand while I open the bottle is hopefully not noticeable to anyone else at the table. Touching Nora like that with the entire Hawke clan seated so close has thrown my body into overdrive.

  By the time I get home and finally get inside her, I’m going to come in about two fucking seconds.

  I drop back into my seat and rejoin the conversation.

  “…and she didn’t think anything of just waltzing in and demanding we hire her.” The incredulous look on Savage’s face makes me smile. I don’t even know who he’s talking about, but I already feel sorry for the poor girl. She’s probably some girl with huge tits who has been told she’s beautiful her whole life and who is desperate for some cash. Too bad she doesn’t know Savage. His standards are high…sky-fucking-high. That’s why ninety-nine percent of the women who waltz in trying to work at The Hawkeye Club get rejected. Sometimes he’ll send them over to one of the bars or restaurants and offer them hostess or waitressing gigs, but more often than not, they were kicked to the curb, as politely as possible.

  Nora returns and slips back into her chair, purposely keeping her eyes on the table and off me.

  Dani leans over to her. “Everything okay?” The question carries over the table, and Nora shifts in her seat before offering her sister a smile.

  “Fine. I’m just really tired. I think I need to head home soon.”

  I barely contain a snicker. She’s trying to force my hand, to get me to leave now instead of when I want to.

  She has no idea she’s poking the sleeping bear.

  “If you aren’t feeling well, Nora, you should head out, get some sleep.” Her blue eyes flash in my direction, a mix of heat and condemnation.

  This woman is fucking pissed and begging for me to fuck her.

  One of my favorite combinations.

  Oh hell, this is going to be fun.

  I shift my weight from one foot to the other and glance at the clock on the nightstand again.

  Where the heck is he?

  It's been over an hour, and I’m still standing here waiting. I'm ashamed to admit I raced back to Stone's house is fast as my car would go. I probably broke a hundred miles an hour getting here. Because if I don't come soon, I'm going to kill someone. Probably Stone.

  What the H.E. Double Hockeysticks could he be doing that he’s not here yet?

  We left at almost the same time. He pulled out from the curb, and we passed going opposite directions, even though we were headed for the same place.

  I hate to admit it, but the sneaking around is actually pretty dang hot. I was equally pissed and on fire having him almost get me off with the entire Hawke family watching.

  He must be taking his sweet time getting here just to mess with me more.

  Sadistic prick.

  What he's doing to me is absolutely the worst torture I've ever endured. And here I was worried about the whips and chains and all that crap in his cabinets.

  The rumble of a car engine breaks through my internal rant.

  Please be him. Please be him. Please be him.

  A car door slams right below the window facing the front of the house.

  Releasing a deep breath of relief, I straighten my back and wait for him…not so patiently.

  Thank God, he's here.

  My heart races in anticipation.

  What will my punishment be?

  I knew I shouldn’t have tried to sneak off. I should have known I would never get away with it.

  If tonight was just a game, I can only imagine what an actual punishment will be.

  Oh God, what have I done to myself?

  The front door bangs shut and the distinct sound of someone climbing up the stairs echoes into the room. Every footstep sends a shudder of anticipation and fear through my body. I want to face the door to watch him enter, but for some reason, waiting, standing at the end of the bed and facing the cabinets seemed like the right thing when I got here.

  In my peripheral vision, he appears in the doorway. I turn my head to him, but he doesn't even look my direction when he enters the room.

  What the heck?

  I'm standing here naked, and he won't even look at me?

  Instead of approaching me, he beelines for his closet in the corner.

  I press my thighs together to try to tame the ache there. Having him in the same room without him touching me is almost as bad as those devil panties.

  He removes his sport coat and hangs it up. Then slowly…ever so deliberately…he removes his shirt one button at a time. With his back to me, all I can see is his arms bunching and flexing through the crisp fabric as his fingers move down the buttons.

  Fudge, he’s so darn sexy and strong. I know exactly what he can do with that body, and I want that. Now.

  It falls backward off his shoulders onto the floor.

  Nail marks still mar his back from when he took me in the shower the other night.

  It was one of the only times my hands haven't been bound in some way, but honestly, I don’t mind. Being bound and having Stone take control sets my mind free from all the stuff it's always littered with—mostly the crippling self-doubt. Seeing my marks on him is…indescribable. A sense of pride and longing, along with a surge of lust flows through me. I get it now…why he likes marking me.

  Turn around!

  I want to scream it, but something tells me that would only draw his ire more than my stunt at dinner.

  He reaches down to his crotch.

  Oh, Lord…

  The link of his belt buckle has me pressing my legs together to keep the throb there under control.

  Then the telltale sound of the zipper hits my ears, and another shudder rolls through my body because I know exactly what's beneath those tines of metal—the thing I’ve been craving for going on three hours now.

  His jeans slowly lower down his legs, exposing his amazingly toned thighs and butt.

  Sweet Lord, he's not wearing any underwear.

  He steps out of them and kicks them into the closet.

  With his back still to me, he strolls over to the row of wall cabinets.

  Oh crap, I'm in so much tro
uble.

  I tense wondering what sort of torture device he's going to grab for me tonight. His hand lands on something leather I can't quite make out in the dimly lit room. Then he grabs several coils of rope and there are some flashes of metal that make me cringe.

  How is it possible to want something so much and be so dang terrified of it at the exact same time? With Stone, it seems to be the typical dichotomy.

  When he finally turns toward me and gives me a full frontal view of his massive erection and toned, lean body, all the air is sucked from my lungs. It really isn't fair for Stone to be this handsome.

  He wanders over to the bed and sets the items he’s selected on the end of it without looking at me.

  Man, he must be really pissed. That does not bode well.

  I tense and wait.

  A thousand bloodcurdling scenarios run through my head. Then the heat of his body reaches me, and I know he's close. That familiar spicy, masculine scent wraps around me just before he moves in behind and presses his hard cock into my back.

  One hand wraps across my abdomen while the other lifts my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. When my eyes finally meet his, I find them cold and icy. But there's a heat shimmering just beneath the hard, crystal surface.

  “You know you're in trouble.”

  It's a statement, not a question. I refuse to break eye contact despite every instinct telling me to run.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What did you do wrong?”

  I don't need time to think about my answer because it's obvious. “I tried to sneak away to go get myself off.”

  “And why is that wrong?”

  Again, the answer falls from my tongue before I even have a chance to consider the question. ‘”Because…You give me my orgasms now.” I don’t know where that came from. It just seemed like the correct answer.

  He can't hide the slight twitch at the corner of his lips at my words.

  “Good girl. But I still have to punish you since you clearly haven't learned your lesson about orgasm denial tonight…yet.”

  Oh God, I hope he's not planning on dragging this out any longer. I don't think I can take it.

  “Climb up on the bed.”

  There’s no question I’m going to follow the order.

  Stone releases his hold on me and watches me walk to the head of the bed and climb on. With that look in his blue eyes that promises nothing short of debauchery, he reaches down to the end of the bed and grabs one of the coils of rope.

  “Lay flat, head on the pillow.”

  I comply. The rope uncoils slowly, and he holds his hand out and waits. It takes me a moment to realize what he wants, but then I give him my hand.

  He hooks the rope around my wrist and hand, his fingers flying so fast, I can barely keep up with what he's doing. Before I know what’s happening, both of my arms are bound to the bedposts near my head.

  Without a word, he moves down between my legs and grabs the leather strap. I shiver.

  What the heck is he gonna do with that thing?

  Nora eyes the thigh restraint with trepidation.

  I can’t say I blame her, given the fact I’ve made her wait this long and promised punishment. It just won’t be what she thinks.

  Smacking the leather straps against my open palm sends cracking sounds ricocheting around the room. She jumps and tugs against the wrist restraints.

  “What is that?” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I’m seriously wondering if I’m about to hear “cupcake.”

  This woman tied up in my bed is a fucking wet dream made reality. Even her fear is sexy as hell. That she is still willing to play with me when this is so new to her is so damn heady. I don’t ever remember wanting a woman this badly in my entire life. My cock throbs, reminding me of just how long it’s been since I’ve been inside of her…

  “Your punishment.”

  Her teeth slide out over her bottom lip, and she bites down so hard, it turns white.

  I fight back a chuckle. “Have something to say?”

  ”No, sir.”

  Good, I don’t want to have to gag her. At least, not until I get some four-letter words out of those sweet lips. Plus, she’s nowhere near ready for that.

  The mattress dips under my weight as I climb between her legs. “Spread them.”

  A moment of hesitation is the only indication I get that she may not be with me a hundred percent. But it’s at least ninety percent, because the trepidation in her eyes has been replaced by a blazing lust, and they drop down to my cock bobbing between my legs.

  When she opens her legs wide for me, the glistening of her pussy almost makes me come on the spot.

  Holy fuck is she wet.

  I guess two straight hours of vibrator action will do that. And I hope some of it has to do with me too.

  Slowly, I trail my fingers up from her ankles, over her calves, and across her quaking thighs until I’m a hairsbreadth away from her cunt. I know what she wants, I can practically see her begging with her eyes, but she isn’t going to get it.

  My hand slides over her thigh as I wrap the strap around it. The heat of her gaze following my every move burns my skin and almost makes me rethink my plan momentarily. But only momentarily. I repeat the process on the other thigh, and she quirks an eyebrow at me, apparently wondering what they’re for.

  When I reach around her neck with the strap and hook it to both thighs, the look in her eyes tells me she’s finally getting the picture. With a quick jerk, I tighten the strip of nylon through the neck padding, yanking her legs open even wider.

  She yelps and tugs at the arm bindings. “What the—”

  I grin down at her. “What the what, Nora? What the hell?”

  Instead of admitting what she was about to say, she presses her lips together tightly and shifts awkwardly.

  “I told you…you need a lesson on orgasm denial.”

  Before she can protest, I drop between her legs and lick her slit.

  Sweet mother of God, she tastes so fucking good.

  Her flavor on my tongue has my cock twitching. I reach between my legs and wrap my hand around my shaft. A moan falls from my lips, partly due to having my face buried in her pussy and partly because the feel of my fingers around my throbbing flesh is so damn good.

  “Oh, God…Stone!”

  She tries to buck her hips against my face, but the thigh restraints prevent her from moving even an inch. A frustrated groan rents the air and urges me forward.

  I stroke my shaft, hard and slow, squeezing when I reach the head. My tongue slips along her, and I savor every fucking moan from her.

  When her body begins to quake, signaling her impending orgasm, I pull back and blow over her wet flesh.

  “No! Don’t stop…God…please, Stone!”

  She doesn’t get it.

  I would love nothing more than to bury myself inside her right now, to give us both what we want. But she needs to know who is in charge here. She needs to understand this dynamic fully.

  Over and over, I bring her and myself to brink, only to pull back just before falling over the edge into the bliss of orgasm.

  Her strangled moans and begging increase exponentially each time I stop.

  “God dangit, Stone. I can’t…I can’t take it anymore…”

  I’m right there with her. Every drag of my palm along my raging cock brings me agonizingly close to coming. Even my iron will and stamina won’t save me much longer.

  Christ, this woman makes me feel like a teenager again.

  I want to keep pushing her though, I want to know her limits. I want to know what it’s going to take to get her to either drop an F-bomb or scream “cupcake” at the top of her lungs.

  But she’s been tortured enough…at least, with my tongue.

  After one final swipe over her clit, I sit back on my heels. Her angry stare lands first on my eyes, then drops down to my cock in my fist.

  Having Nora watch me stroke myself is almost as sexy as having h
er tied up in one of my bindings and completely at my mercy.

  “You aren’t going to let me come?”

  I grin at her and shake my head. “No, but I’m going to let you watch me come.”

  She bucks against the restraints again and lets out a frustrated, strangled cry. “Arrrgggg! Stone, you can’t do this to me!”

  “I can, and I am. You know the word to make this all stop.” But she doesn’t want it to stop. Not really. I rise up onto my knees between her legs and stroke my cock. Slowly at first. But watching her watch me has me speeding up my movements and twisting my fist around my flesh harder.

  A low moan rumbles from deep within her chest.

  She fucking loves this.

  Tingles shoot through my balls and up my spine. My pace increases, every stroke bringing me closer, and closer, and closer.

  I force myself to keep my eyes open when I finally come.

  “Fuck, Nora!” Hot spurts of my jizz shoot across her stomach and up over her tits and neck. But she doesn’t recoil, she squirms and bucks, desperate to get to me. My head swims, and I continue to stroke my cock until every last drop falls against her alabaster skin. I finally lose control of my body, and my eyes close.

  Several deep breaths later, I reopen them and meet Nora’s gaze.

  She’s never looked sexier than with my cum all over her, bound to my bed and completely at my mercy. My plans for the evening have suddenly changed.

  I can’t wait all the time it will take to complete what I originally planned. With Nora, my will-power seems to be non-existent. I have much bigger plans for Nora Eriksson, but tonight, I need to be inside her more than I need to see her in one of the bindings I’ve been dreaming of.

  “You okay?” My eyes move over the rope bound around her wrists and the leather across her thighs. She’s been tugging on them enough, there will definitely be marks, ones that won’t be so easy to cover on stage. But fuck if she isn’t the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.

  She nods and eyes my still-hard cock in my hand.

  I reach behind me and grab a condom. Dragging the latex over my sensitive flesh has me gritting my teeth to keep from whimpering. This hasn’t just been torture for her.