Chapter 24
Hawk
Sneaking into Damon’s house is nothing new. We’ve snuck in and out for years. But as I head toward the back door to go in, I hear voices from the backyard behind the fence.
Curious, I creep to the side of the house. Normally no one is out here, but it’s Sunday night, and Heather and Adam are both home. I’m surprised they didn’t hear my bike, but as I get closer, I realize the music playing on the outdoor speakers probably drowned out the engine.
“Thank you for talking to her,” Heather says softly.
“We’re in this together now. You and me.” Adam’s voice is a little louder than hers. “We should talk about the situation. Are you comfortable with her staying in that bedroom? I know you hoped it would keep her safe.”
Damon wouldn’t allow them to move her. Annie would just move into Damon’s room fully. They have to realize this isn’t just two kids fucking around to get their rocks off.
Heather’s quiet for a few seconds. “Does it really matter? They’re sleeping together already. It’s not like we’re stopping them from doing something they haven’t done yet. And interfering would just make it worse? More forbidden?”
“They are eighteen.” Adam sounds disgruntled about that.
“I just want Evan to be happy.” Heather releases a sigh. “She works so hard. She deserves someone who can love her. To be honest, I haven’t seen her this happy in years. It’s so subtle. The difference between her really being happy and just acting happy.”
“I’m glad. You’re taking this better than I would if she was my daughter.”
“Jason would have gone crazy.” There’s a wistful smile in Heather’s voice. “But she was always his little girl. He would have moved the world for her if it was in her way.”
“I’ve always tried to help Damon. He’s just so angry all the time. I don’t know how to get through to him anymore. After Beth passed, it’s like he shut me out entirely.”
“Did you talk to Tom?”
Adam releases a sigh. “Went over there. Had it out with him. Apparently he figured out what Chase did. That’s why he made sure the Yale hockey coach was at the party. Talked up Damon to give him his second chance at the NHL. Like that fixes everything I went through. What Damon went through.”
“Your son is alive and healthy. You can’t keep holding him back. You can’t let your fear hold him back.”
“Is that what your therapist tells you?” Adam’s tone is lighter.
“No, she tells me I checked out of life a long time ago. Probably before Jason died. It was a protective reflex so I wouldn’t feel any pain.” Heather sighs. “The only other time I woke up, before you, was back before we moved into the house. The reason we moved into the house.”
They’re quiet for a long time, so I move away and head upstairs to Annie’s room. Her bed is empty. I shake my head. She talked about sleeping in her own bed this week. Didn’t even make it a day.
I relock the door and walk through to Damon’s room. Little needy noises come through the mostly closed door. I open it quietly.
Annie lies naked from the waist down on the bed, her legs spread with her fingers buried in her cunt.
Quietly, I cross the floor and creep up on the bed. When I grab her hand to stop her from fucking herself, she opens her eyes and smiles.
“Such a naughty girl.” I draw her fingers out of her and lick her slick from them. “You know you’re not supposed to get off without permission.”
“You took too long. I needed release.” She arches her body and spreads her legs. Her pussy is wet and begging for release. Her gaze flicks to the corner where the camera is. I’ll have to log in later to watch how she got herself to this point.
I shake my head. “That’s not for you to decide, baby girl.”
I take off my shirt and pants, glancing at the door to make sure it’s locked. “Crawl across the bed to me.”
She turns over and crawls over to me. Fucking powerful. I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Stand,” I say.
She brushes against my arm as she climbs off the bed. She stands in front of me. Damon’s shirt falls around her hips to cover her. Her gaze locks on my hard cock, straining against my abs, and she wets her lips.
“Lie down across my lap, baby girl. Ass up. You’ll get five for not waiting for one of us to give you permission to touch yourself.”
She arches her eyebrow like she’s going to defy me.
“Do what you’re told.”
A little shiver rushes through her, but then she obeys me. It takes us a moment to make sure we’re both settled and in the right position. I stroke my hand down her spine, and her body arches into my touch.
“So needy, baby girl.”
“Yes, please, sir.” The words slip out of her mouth like candy, so fucking sweet, making me want more.
“Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you come after you take your punishment.” I slide my hand over the curve of her ass cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
She releases her breath and gives me her weight. “Red for stop? Yellow for pause?”
I rub her ass in a circle. “That will work. But if you say stop this time, I’ll stop. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Count them for me, baby girl.” I lift my hand and bring it down on her ass cheek with a loud smack.
“Ow. One, sir.” She wiggles on my lap a little.
Her ass cheek reddens from the slap. I run my fingers over the warm skin before bringing my hand down on her other cheek.
“Oof. Two, sir.”
“Everything good?” I ask and rub my hand over the heated skin.
She moans softly, spreading her legs a little for me. “Good, sir.”
I didn’t tell her to call me sir, but I’m not hating it. It makes me feel powerful, like having her draped across my lap, waiting for me to punish her. I slide my hand between her legs.
She whimpers at my touch where she aches most. “Please, sir. I’ll be good.”
I smirk. “You need to take the rest of your punishment, baby girl.”
I thrust my two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and fuck her with them hard and fast while she whimpers and quakes against my legs. I pull out before she can come on them.
“Fuck,” she whines while I suck my fingers clean.
I shake my head before smacking her ass cheek.
“Three, sir.”
Before she finishes saying sir, my hand comes down on her other cheek.
“Four, sir.”
I rub her reddened skin, and she moans like it’s the best thing ever. “Do you like when I rub at the hurt, baby girl?”
“Yes, sir.” She pushes into my hand. “It feels so fucking good.”
I chuckle and smack her ass cheek.
“Five, sir.”
I thrust three fingers into her cunt. She gasps. But then I fuck her with them fast while I pinch at her tormented skin. She tries to move, but gravity holds her in place. Her hands grasp my calf as she cries out her release, gushing onto my fingers.
I don’t let up though. She whimpers as I continue to fuck her.
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours, sir.” She digs her nails into my calf.
“Who do you ask to get you off?”
“You, sir.”
“Don’t I keep you satisfied, baby girl?”
“Yes, sir. Oh, fuck.” She whimpers. “I’m going to come.”
I press my thumb to her clit, and she cries out again. My fingers are wet with her release. The sound of my fingers fucking her fills the room.
“Hawk, ah fuck.”
“Do you need to tell me a color?” I don’t slow down my fingers, but my cock aches with the need to bury myself in her tight little cunt.
“Green.” She cuts herself off with a moan as she comes again. “I can’t... No more...”
“That’s not a color. I need to fuck you. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, sir, don’t stop.”
I lift her from me and lay her front half on the bed with her legs off the bed, feet on the floor. Grabbing her hips, I ease into her tight cunt. Fuck, she feels good.
I squeeze her ass cheeks, making her whimper as I fuck her. “Do you think you deserve to come again, baby girl?”
“Yes, sir. Please. Please make me come, sir. I’ll be good for you if you make me come.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg.” I reach around and stroke her clit.
She comes, clamping down hard on my cock, milking me. I spank her ass cheek and groan my release.
After I catch my breath, I pull out and rub her ass cheek. “Get into bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She turns and smirks at me as she crawls onto the bed and up toward the top.
“Clothes, Annie, or I’d fuck you all night. We need sleep.” I head into the bathroom to the sound of her laugh. I clean up a little before bringing a washcloth back to take care of Annie.
With her panties and Damon’s shirt on, she glances at the washcloth with curiosity.
“It’s cold. To help with the sting of the spanking.” I tug on my boxers and climb onto the bed, stopping next to her as she rolls over and tugs up Damon’s t-shirt.
I pull down her panties and press the washcloth against her skin.
“Was that okay?”
She glances over her shoulder at me. “I mean, it’s not very effective punishment if I like it, is it?”
I smile. “But you did?”
“I did,” she admits. “Fair warning, I might be more inclined to misbehave in the future.”
“I might encourage it.” I take the washcloth into the bathroom and hang it up before returning and settling in under the covers with Annie and turning out the light.
“I love you,” I say softly into her hair as she wiggles back against me.
“I love you.”