Chapter 41 Hawk
Hawk
My parents insist on having dinner with us Saturday night.
And then we play a board game in the game room.
Annie’s gaze keeps going to the wall mural.
There’s a lot going on there. It’s graphic, but with small characters similar to ancient wall art my mom found during her travels. Except it depicts the Kama Sutra.
I think Annie’s face has been flushed all evening.
“Do you like the wall painting?” Mom asks like she’s asking about a painting of a vase.
“It’s interesting,” Annie looks back at the tile game in front of us.
“I find it fascinating how repressed a country can be, but when you look at their art, it’s filled with graphic depictions of sex and violence.
There was this country house in England I visited that had the most interesting carvings in the woodwork.
I didn’t want to duplicate it, but Dante’s Inferno inspired me to do something a little different with that empty wall. ”
Dad keeps his eyes on the board as he tries to determine what to pick next. “Naomi was an art major and is a buyer for several museums and private collectors. She loves finding unique pieces to add to our own collection.”
Annie takes a drink of water and then picks up some tiles to add to her board. “I’ve enjoyed exploring the house and finding new pieces.”
Mom beams. “I could show you the catalogues of what I’ve found for buyers. Some of the pieces range from ancient to a few years old. From a few hundred dollars to a few million. Art is fascinating. It’s part of what makes us alive.”
I take Annie’s hand, and she gives me a smile. I figured she’d be anxious to get away from my parents, but I think she might actually be enjoying talking with them and playing board games.
It’s a novelty to me now, but when I was younger, we used to play games every Friday night. I couldn’t imagine ever getting back to this place, but it’s comfortable. And the longer my parents are home, the less I want them to leave.
But I’m also not going to pretend they won’t leave again. They didn’t quit their jobs.
It’s almost eleven when I finally call it, and tell my parents good night. Mom draws Annie in for a hug.
“Good night, sweet girl.”
“Good night, Naomi.” Annie raises her hand to wave good night to my dad, and I lead her up to my room. “They take this staying over thing seriously. I’m surprised they didn’t offer me my own room.”
“Did you want your own room?” I close the door and lock it.
Shaking her head, she gives me a flirty look over her shoulder. She walks to the bed and sits on the edge of it. Her loose, flowy blouse makes me want to slide it off her to reveal those curves I know she’s hiding.
“Did you enjoy your evening, baby girl?” I unbutton my cuffs and roll my sleeve up to my elbow, before doing the same to the other side. Slowly, purposefully.
“Your parents are nice. I haven’t played a board game in years.” Her smile goes a little distant.
“Your father?” I don’t let the moment pass because I know it’s important to remember. To let the ones we lost into our everyday lives.
“Yeah.” She focuses on me. “We used to play a game every weekend. He loved to try new games. At one point we had so many, Mom said he had to get rid of at least half.”
“Did he?” I lean back against the door and cross my arms over my chest, letting her sit in the memory. Not pushing to bring the heat back. We’ll get to it. I like learning about Annie.
She chuckles, and there’s this wicked glint in her eyes. “We hid half of the games. I don’t think she minded because at least she wasn’t tripping over them. But she had to know. We weren’t very sneaky about it. Under beds, in closets.”
“We could play board games anytime you want.” I want her to tell me what she wants. What she needs. So I can be that for her. I want to give her everything.
She arches an eyebrow and leans her hands behind her on the bed. “I’d rather play games with you.”
When she unpacked, she set up one of Damon’s cameras to focus on the bed. I’m going to play with her how I like, but my girl likes an audience, live or recorded.
I rub my fingers across my lips and look her over. “Take off your clothes, baby girl.”
She straightens and lifts the shirt off over her head, letting it float to the ground next to my bed. She drops her bra next. Her breasts are tight peaks waiting for my mouth. My cock throbs, aching to be buried inside her.
Standing, she unbuttons her jeans. Over the course of the evening, she walked barefoot through my house, leaving her sandals next to the door. She shimmies her jeans over her hips and down her legs before stepping out of them. The only thing remaining is her panties.
She hooks her thumbs in the sides and meets my gaze. I don’t say or do anything as she pushes them over her hips and down her legs. They join the rest of her clothes in a pile.
“Get on the bed and crawl to the headboard.”
Her darkened eyes flash at me as she kneels on the bed and falls to her hands. Swaying her ass as she crawls to the top of my bed.
“Stay like that, baby girl.” Fuck, I could spend all night jacking off to her like this, but I won’t. I’m tempted to fuck her, so that initial need is out of the way, but I like the way it feels to sit in the ache, make her beg for it while my body strains with the need to fuck.
If I relieve my ache, I’ll ease hers too. I want her begging for it. I verify the door is locked and walk around the bed to the nightstand. Not that my parents will check on us. She turns her head to see what I’m doing. I open the top drawer and put what I need on the nightstand.
A bottle of lube, a butt plug, a vibrator with a clit stimulator, and a few condoms.
Annie’s brow furrows. “Condoms?”
I smirk and take her in. “So I can fuck your ass and then fuck your pussy or mouth. They’ll just make transitions cleaner. Fewer trips to the bathroom.”
She swallows and her waist dips slightly as she pushes her hips back. She’s already so fucking needy. Her pussy glistens for me. I reach in for the last things.
I pull the silk through my fingers. Three pieces of fabric, all broad.
Her gaze lifts to mine, and she wets her lips.
“There are other things I want to try with you, but this is a start to see how you like it.” I sit on the edge of the bed next to her, but don’t touch her.
I show her the fabric. “I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard and blindfold you.
At some point I might spread your legs and tie them to the footboard as well. ”
She releases a little moan at the thought.
I smirk. “We’ll see what’s most comfortable for you before I share you with the guys this way.”
She trembles but nods.
“Maybe I’ll try tying your wrists to your ankles at some point.” I drag the silk over her back down her ass cheek. “Leave you spread open for us to take.”
“Hawk,” she whimpers.
“You’ll come when I tell you you can, baby girl. Otherwise, I’ll punish you.”
Her eyes flare hot, remembering the spanking.
“I could decide to punish you by going to sleep without letting you come again.” I arch an eyebrow at her pout. “But you’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
There’s something sexy about her giving herself to me, to let me use her how I want. I want to share her with my friends this way. Control how much and what she takes until she’s completely satiated.
“Come here, baby girl.” I put my feet up on the bed and rest against the headboard.
She crawls to me, uncertain what to do next.
“Undo my pants and take out my cock.”
She sits back on her heels. I study her naked body while she does as she’s told. She’s so fucking wet she’d be able to sit on my cock and ride it if I wanted her to. But I want her to be almost mindless when I take her. To be so lost in desire she just needs to be fucked any way I give it to her.
When my cock is free, she strokes it with her hand and looks up to me to see what’s next.
“Suck my cock.”
She wets her lips and lowers her mouth over me. I let her toy and tease me with her lips and tongue. As she slides up and down over my cock, she rubs her thighs together, probably wishing I was deep inside her instead of making her suck on me. I know this gets her off too.
“Enough.”
She lifts her head and sits on her heels. Her pupils are blown wide. Her nipples beg me to suck them.
“Straddle my lap, facing away from me. On your hands and knees.” I help her shift into position so her pussy is open before me. Presenting herself to me. I slide my fingers over her pussy and she moans. So fucking sensitive.
When I take my fingers away, she whimpers. Chuckling, I pick up the lube and the plug, carefully spreading the lube over the entire surface while she waits to feel what I’m going to do next.
“Lower your head to the bed.”
She does as I ask, and I spread her ass cheeks. I drizzle lube over her puckered hole and use the tip of the plug to spread it before pushing it in and pulling it out of her asshole. Just the tip. She lets out a little noise and tries to widen her legs.
“More, please, sir,” she tries to look back at me, but the angle is wrong for that.
I ease the plug in farther, keeping pressure on it until the whole thing is seated in her ass. I twist it lazily, letting her adjust to the stretch.
“Put your hands on my legs.”
She repositions her hands. I grab onto her hips and draw them down until my cock presses at her entrance. She gasps in a breath.
“Please, sir,” she whispers. Her hips buck instinctually.
I pull her down on me. Her cunt is tight with the plug in her ass, but she’s so wet and so eager, I slide in easily. She pushes down on me to get every inch inside her. When she tries to lift herself, I grab her hips and prevent her from moving.
“Sir?”
“What, baby girl? What do you need? What is it that you want from me? Do you want me to fuck you like this? You can ride my cock while I stroke your clit until you come all over me.”
“Yes, please.”