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

by Gwyn McNamee

  Nora’s eyebrow wings up. “You don’t need a few minutes?”

  An amused chuckle slips from my lips as I lean over and brace myself up on my palms on either side of her splayed legs.

  My lips graze hers briefly. “Hell no. Not with you spread out like a fucking buffet with my cum all over you. You should see the way it glistens in the moonlight from the window. It’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She moans slightly and shifts. Her desperation is palpable. When I finally get inside her, she’s going to explode like a fucking nuke.

  “You uncomfortable?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her eyes plead with me to release her.

  If I hadn’t already given up on my detailed plans for the evening, that look surely would have thrown them to the wayside. She’s been through enough today, and done surprisingly well, apart from the attempted masturbation situation. But she’s new at this, and her submissive nature is warring constantly with her desire to find control over her own life. She hasn’t yet grasped that I’m offering her a way to not worry about control anymore. It must be hard for her to obey me without question when she’s never done this before, yet, for the most part, she does it.

  That deserves respect and recognition.

  “I’ll give you a choice.”

  Her eyes widen, and she lifts her head slightly. “About what?”

  I smirk and rock my cock against her wet pussy, eliciting another groan and shift from her as her eyes roll back in her head. “About how I’m going to fuck you.”

  She snort-laughs and grins at me. “Since when do I get a choice in that?”

  Sassy mouth. There’s my spitfire submissive.

  “This is a one-time offer. Don’t get used to it. I’m feeling generous, despite your behavior at dinner tonight.”

  The corners of her luscious mouth tip up. “What are my options?”

  Christ, there are so many fucking things I want to do to her, ways I want to do her, but most would probably send her running to the hills, or they would take too long to set up. And my patience for waiting has worn thin.

  “Well, I can leave you like this and fuck you so hard, you will most definitely have marks from the bindings for days.”

  Her eyebrow raises. “Or?”

  “Or...” I lean back and stroke my cock, making sure she can see my hand rolling over every inch. “Or I can untie you, flip you over, and pound you into the mattress so hard, you’ll leave a permanent indentation there.”

  I’m hoping she’s going to take option two. But really, I won’t complain either way, as long as I’m buried deep inside her in the next two minutes. There’s just something about being with Nora that feels completely new and different each and every time, like I’m a goddamn virgin, getting my dick wet and getting my first taste of pussy.

  Those soft blue eyes follow my movements as I languidly stroke my cock waiting for her response.

  “Two.”

  Music to my fucking ears.

  My cock slips from my hand, and I lean forward over Nora to unhook the leg restraints from behind her neck. She burrows her face into my chest and sharply bites my nipple.

  Fucking A!

  I jerk back and glare down at her. She gives me an innocent smile, but the devious pride is lurking just beneath.

  “What was that for?”

  She lifts one shoulder as much as the rope allows and smirks. “I don’t know, it was just calling to me. I had to.”

  Well shit, I can totally understand that feeling. I’ve been there a thousand times with Nora already. So while I want to be mad, I can’t muster up any anger at her actions.

  I lean down and press my lips to her ear. “Just don’t forget who’s in charge here, Nora. You don’t want me to have to renew your lessons, do you?” A bite punctuates my words and she yelps.

  “No, definitely not, sir.”

  I growl in her ear and kiss her cheek. “Good girl.”

  With that confirmation, I finish releasing her legs, and she groans as she’s finally able to lower them from the splayed position.

  “Move them around to get the blood circulating again.” She nods her understanding while I shift up and untie one wrist, then the other.

  The angry red burn marks marring her pale skin make my cock throb. It’s almost as hot as my cum still spread across her body.

  I kneel between her legs and massage her wrists in my hands. Her eyes remain locked with mine the entire time.

  “You all right?”

  She sucks in a deep breath and shifts her legs on the outside of my thighs. “Yes, sir.”

  I continue to rub her wrists, my eyes moving between her face and these damn gorgeous marks.. “Feeling coming back?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her response this time is soft, and she goes silent again. The spark that makes an appearance when she’s playful or angry seems to have disappeared.

  Her silence is somewhat concerning. At this point, I’d expect her to be begging for my cock again or even using her safe word if this has been too much. Instead, she watches me with rapt attention, and the wheels churning in her head are practically visible in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I release her hands and sit back on my heels.

  She shakes her head. “Nothing, I just…”

  Oh, shit, here it comes.

  I’ve been expecting to hear cupcake, but I certainly wasn’t anticipating it coming now, after releasing her. During dinner, sure. While I was eating her out like a fucking starving man at a buffet, definitely. Even when I was making her watch me stroke my cock…but now?

  “Nora, talk to me. This doesn’t work if you don’t tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

  I shift so her legs are between mine. She lifts a shaky hand and holds it up in between us. “I just never expected to like…this so much.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  That was certainly not where I anticipated this going. Not at all.

  Pride swells my heart and my cock.

  I lean down, pushing her arm in between us, until I’m a mere inch from her face. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby.”

  “I know.” She says the words, but the doubt is still there. It’s written all over her face and in her eyes. She wants this. I know she does. It’s in every moan and cry and the way she submits to me so willingly. She’s just caught up in the mindset of the vast majority of society who believe what we’re doing is somehow deviant.

  No worries, I’ll fuck any lingering reservations from her tonight. By this time tomorrow, she will know she belongs with me and won’t be going anywhere, no matter what happens or what anyone says. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, to protect my family, and what’s mine. And she is mine.

  Before she has time to think anymore, I lean back and admire my cum spread across her skin one last time. “Roll onto your stomach.”

  A flush instantly spreads across her breasts and up her neck to her cheeks. Her thighs press together. I can only imagine how badly she needs to get off right now. I, for one, could never tolerate that kind of orgasm denial.

  Nora is one fucking tough girl.

  One hard smack to her thigh gets her moving, and she turns over, sliding her legs outside mine where I kneel in the center of the bed.

  Fuuuckkkkk…this ass!

  There’s no doubt in my mind no one else has ever been between these cheeks. And I plan on being the first. But not tonight. Tonight, her sweet fucking cunt is calling to me like a siren from the waves, urging me to plunge in. Images of her in the tub swirl through my head.

  I smack her ass with my left hand while I stroke my dick with my right.

  She moans into the pillow and shifts, pushing her ass into the air toward me.

  That’s all the invitation I need.

  I align my cock with her wet core and shove into her with one hard thrust.

  Holy mother fudger!

  His massive dick spreads and stretches me. He buries himself to the hilt, his
thighs smacking against my ass with enough force, I’m sure the skin there will be as red as that on my wrists.

  I’ve never needed anything as much as I need him inside me like this right now. Everything he’s done over the last four hours has been pure, agonizing torment. And he’s been getting off on it.

  I shift under him, trying to get him to move, but he remains still, buried deeply inside me.

  Contracting my inner muscles around him doesn’t get him moving, so I look over my shoulder.

  As soon as my eyes meet his, he pulls back and then slams into me again, so hard, it squishes my breasts painfully into the unforgiving mattress. He plows into me, over and over.

  Good Lord…

  It’s never felt this deep before. Every thrust fills me and every retreat feels like I’m losing a part of my soul.

  Sweat drips onto my back, and his grunts mingle with my groans. I turn my face into the mattress to stifle a scream when he increases his pace and shifts back slightly.

  His hands grip my hips, and he jerks me up and back, until my ass is in the air and my knees are spread wide across the sheet.

  My legs quiver, and his fingers inch between my butt cheeks. He retreats again, pausing with his cock barely inside me, and waits. I turn to look at him, and this time, when our eyes meet, instead of shoving his dick into me, he pushes his thumb into the place no one has ever dared venture before.

  I cry out and bury my face into the pillow as my channels clasp his dick and his thumb.

  “Fuck, Nora. I can’t wait to be inside you, here.”

  He punctuates his words with a thrust of his hips timed with that damn thumb.

  Oh, God.

  There’s no way I’m going to last with the probing he’s doing. That dang thumb…it makes his dick feel even bigger. I can’t even describe the sensations spreading through my body. Tingling…electric…blazing…

  I need more.

  “Stone…”

  Every push and drag brings me higher and closer to Heaven. It’s so close, I can almost taste it.

  His left hand slides down from my hip, and his fingers find my clit.

  Holy mother of God…

  Swirling, rubbing, twisting joins the motions of his thumb and dick, and I detonate, my entire body convulsing around all the parts of him embedded inside me.

  He bites out a curse and pumps into me harder, adding fuel to the fire blazing through me and drawing out my orgasm.

  Intense, driving thrusts finally bring him over the edge, and he cries out my name as he empties himself inside me.

  Sweet Lord…

  I collapse to the bed, and he follows, dropping onto his side. The fact that the evidence of his earlier masturbation is now spread all over the sheet barely registers as he pulls me against him.

  His warm, panting breaths float across my neck and tickle my ear. He interlaces the fingers of his left hand with mine and squeezes gently.

  “Christ, Nora, that was incredible.”

  I manage to nod my agreement and shift back against him. His semi-hard cock is still inside me, and I know, as much as I want to, I can’t let myself fall asleep right now.

  He must realize the same thing, because he drops a kiss against my shoulder and turns me onto my back.

  “I’ll go start the shower for you. I’ll change the sheets.”

  I nod and offer him a small smile as he slides from the bed. The sound of the water hitting the tile floats from the bathroom.

  When he exits, he grins at me before disappearing out into the hallway, probably to grab new sheets. I shift back and look down at the evidence of what happened this evening, both on the sheets and on my wrists and thighs.

  What am I doing? How can I like this?

  Movement at the end of the bed draws my attention. Stone stands at the foot, assessing me. “Nora, are you all right?”

  I nod and climb off the bed, making my way to the bathroom and shutting the door before he can question me further. I’ll probably get punished for nodding and not responding yes, sir to him, but right now, I just need a little space to think and a shower sounds amazing.

  When I finally drag myself from the steamy room, he’s lying in bed, waiting for me with concern in his eyes.

  He holds his arm out to me, and I walk over and drop my hand in his. I let him tug me onto the bed, and his strong, warm body surrounds me.

  “Baby, we need to talk.”

  Bile churns in my stomach.

  Oh, God, what did I do wrong?

  “I saw that look in your eyes before you darted into the bathroom…the way you looked at the marks I left on you.”

  Crap.

  “You want to know why you like this?”

  I hesitate, unsure if I really want to hear what Stone has to say. He’s been pretty spot-on with every observation he’s ever made about me, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face the truth that’s sitting on the tip of his tongue.

  But a huge part of me wonders…if what happened in school is why I’m like this…why I enjoy what Stone does to me.

  “Yes.”

  He squeezes me gently and places a kiss on the top of my head. “You don’t have direction anymore. You’ve spent your entire life, or at least your adult one, thinking you were going to medical school. You busted your ass in high school to get the best grades with that goal in mind. And now, you’ve left that behind, for whatever reason.”

  I freeze at his words. It’s not that he’s wrong; quite the contrary. I just don’t know if I can handle him pressuring me to talk about why I left school again. He needs to know eventually, but not tonight. I don’t have the physical or mental energy for that right now.

  “You don’t have to tell me what happened, at least, not right now…”

  A relieved breath leaves my lungs, and I relax against him.

  “But you know I won’t let it go. Because I want to know everything about you, everything that makes you who you are today.”

  Well, dang if that isn’t the sweetest thing.

  Stone is not one for mushy words, but I genuinely believe he means that. I could say the same. I want to know Stone, inside and out, but something tells me he’ll never let me close enough to do that. Not with his job and the kind of life he lives. Not with his family harping on everything he does. He’s closed off and only giving me glimpses into who he really is. But those glimpses tell me so much, prove he’s so much more than everyone assumes.

  I don’t know if he’s waiting for some kind of a response from me or not. I place a kiss against his chest and wait for him to continue.

  “You enjoy this, the way I take control and what we do, because it means you don’t have to search for control and direction in your life anymore. You don’t have to think. I take control and make the decisions when we’re together. You’re naturally submissive, and being able to rely on me to care for you and make these decisions relieves you of a tremendous weight you’ve been carrying, probably without even knowing it. It allows you to free your mind of all the self-doubt and listlessness you’ve been drowning in.”

  Jesus.

  My heart pounds in my chest.

  Is he right? Is that why I love being with him so much? Because he takes control when I can’t?

  Something in his words rings true. Deep in my heart, I know he’s right, even though I don’t want to admit my life has become such a chaotic mess because I can’t manage to get myself together.

  I let one night change my plans for the future, my entire life. Maybe I’m not as strong as I always thought.

  Stone slides his hand under my cheek and tips my face up to his. “Don’t. I see what you’re doing to yourself. Liking this…needing this…it has nothing to do with you being weak, Nora. It’s the opposite. It takes a really fucking strong person to give themselves over completely to someone else, to let someone else take total control. And you’ve done it, basically without question, with me, even though you’ve never experienced this before and we barely knew each other. Never
forget that you are the one with all the power in this relationship. You hold all the cards and decide what does or does not happen here. Not me.”

  Power.

  That one little word holds so much meaning.

  And now, after tonight, I realize that while I may hold the power between us, when it comes down to it, Stone truly holds the power to break my heart.

  Whatever just happened with Stone was not normal. I know that.

  The way he touched me, looked at me, the sensitivity in his every movement and word…he was truly taking care of me and giving me what I needed. Not a quick bang. Not a kinky one. It almost felt like he was making love to me this time. But I’m not dumb enough to believe Stone loves me. Men like Stone love women, they don’t fall in love with one.

  Still, I’ve never been so relaxed and exhausted in my entire life. I’ve also never been so content.

  Who would have ever thought I would find release like this with a man like Stone…with the things Stone does to me.

  His warm, hard chest rises and falls beneath me, and his heartbeat thumping next to my ear further lulls me into a blissful state.

  It’s been a constant struggle to keep my guard up with him. The need to protect myself and my heart from him has always been at the forefront, preventing me from truly opening up to him about anything.

  Those walls came crashing down tonight in a way I never imagined possible.

  And isn’t that a doozy.

  I want to know him, and I want him to know me. After what he said earlier, I know he understands me on a much deeper level than I even understand myself. The insight he had on my situation, without really knowing anything about what happened, was equally terrifying and relieving.

  Not being able to talk to anyone has been crippling me. I need to talk to him. I need to give him something in return for what he’s given me.

  “You want to know why I wanted to become a doctor?”

  My question shatters the comfortable silence in the room. He doesn’t respond, but his hand shifts up and runs through my hair and then down my spine. I know he’s awake and listening.