4. Hawk
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My cock was slick from my cum and Rosie’s pussy as I walked across the room and pressed the button on the wall. As the instructional video at the beginning had promised, we had three clues, and the moment I pressed the round red button—words flashed on the TV screen mounted above the shell bed.
Too many orgasms is your cross to bear.
“Oh,” Ash said, and then he let out a long hum.
I turned, my eyes scanning the room. Rosie was still draped over the bench, her ass red from spankings.
My handprint could be seen from where I stood, and god—she was a mess.
Her mascara had started smearing at some point, and I wanted to see it streaming down her perfect face as she came over for us.
“I guess we do owe her orgasms,” I chuckled.
“We don’t owe her shit,” Ash said harshly. “Let’s put her on the cross.”
Before Rosie could get up herself, Ash stood her up and took her dress off, tossing it to the floor. With a gentle grunt, he lifted her with ease. She squeaked, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck as he carried her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
I stole one last look at the clue on the screen before it disappeared, replaced again by the timer.
The clock was ticking.
We only had so much time to complete this task and save Greg.
I joined Ash and Rosie at the cross—a massive X made of sturdy mahogany wood with leather pads at the top and bottom. It was on a slightly raised platform and bolted securely into the floor.
It wasn’t going anywhere, that was for damn sure.
Ash slowly put Rosie down then backed her against the cross. Her head tipped back, her inky lashes batting as she looked up at him like he was a king.
My cock perked in response. The way she looked at him was the way I felt about him, too.
He was the only Dom I’d ever submit to.
As I moved to his left and leaned in, I was surprised when he turned his head and met me halfway, planting a kiss on my mouth.
My muscles tensed because this hadn’t been part of our plan , but I couldn’t resist him.
A soft moan escaped me as his tongue swept against mine, then he bit my bottom lip hard enough that the brief pain went straight to my cock.
When he drew back, my head was spinning. I blinked a few times as I looked down at Rosie, at the way her wide brown eyes watched us with a dazed lust I knew all too well.
I nearly called her sweetheart , but felt the weight of Ash’s gaze, urging me not to cave.
Sucking in a breath, I stepped forward, running my palm up the center of her body, between her breasts, and firmly around her neck.
Her lips parted in shock as I squeezed the sides carefully, pinning her in place.
Click.
The moment she sank against the cross, it was as if she were the key to unlock the next clue. We all stiffened at the sound of a subtle click. A treasure chest sat at the foot of the bed, and the top cracked open, offering the promise of something .
“What can that be?” Ash hummed.
I held Rosie in place as he went to the chest and knelt down, peering inside. She squirmed, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
Ash pulled out a bundle of pink rope, nipple clamps, and a Magic Wand vibrator.
“Truly, a treasure chest,” Ash chuckled, offering a devious smirk to the two of us.
Rosie whimpered. “What are you going to do?”
“Tie you up, obviously,” Ash said.
His tone was callous, but the way he carried the items to us was with care.
“I think we should tie her to the cross,” I said. “Maybe even tie the vibrator to her?”
He nodded in agreement. “That’s my plan.”
“Hey,” she snapped. “Do I get to stay in this?”
“Nope,” we both answered.
I gave her throat another squeeze. “Your job is to take it, little Rosie.”
“To save Greg,” Ash added.
To save Greg , the poor bastard.
Ash tossed the nipple clamps to me, and I caught them with one hand—two metal clips with black silicone pinchers, and a silver chain that connected them. Perfect for tugging on.
I slid my palm from her neck to her breast. Her breath hitched, her head falling back as I twisted one of her nipples. They were both hard and begging to be sucked. Or clamped.
My beard rubbed against her smooth skin as I sucked one of them, her whimpers making my cock pulse.
I dragged my mouth to her other nipple, my eyes sweeping up to her face.
To the way her expression twisted in surprise, her lips parting with all the sweet sounds she made.
I attached one of the clamps to her nipple.
It clasped down, holding in place. Rosie cried out, her hips bucking against mine like a wild bronco.
Ash tsked. “Keep her still on the cross while I tie her.”
Rosie attempted to pull away, but I shoved her hard against the wood, pinning her there with my weight. My knee nestled between her thighs, spreading them apart to line up with the bottom half of the X.
I could feel how wet her pussy was against my skin. Heat pooled, her cunt begging for more. God, she felt so fucking good. She looked so good. I just couldn’t get enough of her.
I cupped her breast, pinching her other nipple and placing the remaining clip.
Her tits were glorious. Perfect . I grabbed hold of the silver chain and yanked sharply, her cry music to my ears.
The way her lips pouted around her pretty little sounds and her lashes fluttered went straight to my cock.
“There we are,” I purred. “Look at you. Such a fucking mess for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” she rasped.
Ash captured her wrist, tying it quickly to the cross. Then the other, binding her arms above her head. She stretched out, pulling against them, but it was no use.
Pulling the chain again, the clamps tugged on her nipples. A squeal came next, followed by more cute little curses.
“I hate both of youuu .”
Her sneer ended on a quiver as I slid my hand against her pussy.
“You may hate us, but your pussy doesn't. You're so fucking wet right now. How bad do you wanna come?” I asked.
Slowly, I eased a finger inside her. The way she gasped made me smile. I added a second, coaxing them in and out.
Her gaze never left me, her lips softening into a pout. “Badly,” she finally admitted. “I want to come. Please . Please let me come.”
Ash shook his head at us, but didn’t comment as he pulled the ropes around her waist. He worked around the two of us, all while I held her in place. I wasn’t going to let her go—not with my fingers buried in her silken heat.
“ Fuuck ,” she whimpered.
Her eyes fluttered again, her head falling back. She wiggled her hips desperately, chasing the high of an orgasm that I wasn't quite ready to give her.
Although, if we were to save her husband, maybe I did need to give it to her soon.
Perhaps, that's what the clue had meant.
Maybe after denying her pleasure for so long, it was time to give her orgasms until she begged for them to stop.
Ash’s hand brushed mine. I looked down, watching as his broad fingers cupped mine against her pussy. He slowly pulled it back, and then directed my fingers to her mouth, giving her a single command.
“Suck.”
He kept my hand there. His eyes smoldered with demand, the sparks between us threatening to catch everything on fire.
He wanted me to obey him. That much was easy to see.
Ash winked and then held up the vibrator, keeping it out of Rosie’s view.
She had no idea what the devious bastard had planned.
I only had a couple clues. Even I wasn’t exactly sure where he was going to take this.
But I was along for the ride.
I shook my head as he smirked. Rosie’s gaze was on me, her velvet lips sucking her off my fingers. Occasionally her tongue wrapped around them, all while she glared at me like I was the worst man in the world.
Ash was efficient with the ropes. I couldn't remember how many times I’d seen him use them. He was always able to tie someone up quickly, especially in a pinch.
He created a harness around her hips, tightening them across her skin. The ropes were rough and would leave indentions, but she’d enjoy the marks.
Ash started to get the vibrator into place.
“What is that?” Rosie squeaked.
She tried to move her head to look down, but I held her back from doing so, shoving my fingers deeper into her mouth until she was deep throating them. She choked around them, saliva dripping down her chin, creating a proper mess on her beautiful face.
I needed to be inside her again, but that would have to wait. We had a problem to solve, a riddle to find the answer to.
And the solution was possibly making her orgasm until she couldn’t any longer.
Ash tied off the ropes and then leaned back, admiring his work. “There,” he said. “That should be secure. She won’t be escaping.”
“Yeah, she’s going nowhere,” I said, pulling my fingers from her mouth.
Ash tugged me back from the cross and we both stood there, admiring her.
Rosie was glorious. The way she was spread on the cross, the ropes binding her to the wood, the vibrator firmly tied against her clit…
She was absolutely stunning.
“You’re awful,” she rasped.
Ash responded by leaning forward and turning the vibrating wand on.
The buzzing sound blended with her yelp. Rosie’s head fell back, strands of her dark hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as the vibrator rocked against her pretty cunt.
“God damn,” I whispered.
Ash let out a hum of approval, his hand gliding up and down my back. My heart skipped a beat as he massaged me. With a gentle push, he guided me closer to her again.
“Make sure she comes,” he directed. “And make sure you don’t.”
Fuck me.
A rush of electricity rolled through my body as his hand closed around my cock from behind. I leaned forward, bracing one hand against the cross above Rosie’s as I grabbed the nipple chain and pulled.
“ Fuck !” she screamed.
Watching Rosie come would be a gift.
I writhed as Ash held me in place. Like me, he was a large guy. Tall and strong. Whenever the two of us wrestled, it was like two bears fighting for dominance.
And the bastard usually won, because he was a fighter through and through.
And, admittedly, I liked being put in my place once in a while.
But him telling me not to come?
My body shivered, a grunt leaving me as I watched Rosie’s face. I leaned down, brushing my lips over hers, catching her yelp right as I applied more pressure to the vibrator.
She cried into our kiss, shaking against the cross as she finally climaxed for the first time.
“Good girl,” I huffed.
Ash slapped my ass hard enough that I winced. “Don’t fucking praise her,” he snarled. “For fuck’s sake. She hasn’t earned your praise yet.”
She melted against the cross, smoky eyes full of lust. And then the realization crossed her face that?—
The vibrator wasn’t stopping .
She wasn’t going to have a single moment to recover from the orgasm she’d just had.
My hips bucked as Ash stroked my cock faster. I was riding the edge, turned on by the surprise of his dominance and enjoying her forced submission.
“If you come, you’ll fucking regret it,” he growled in my ear.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“That’s right. How do you like it?” Rosie breathed out.
I glared back at her, giving the chain a long, hard tug. She gasped as they pulled her nipples, the pain ripping through her as she attempted to lean forward.
The ropes tugged, holding her to the cross.
Holding her captive to the vibrator.
I looked down at my cock. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and Ash used it to lube my shaft, pumping me in a slow, methodical rhythm. The vibrator continued to buzz against Rosie’s wet pussy, her moans building again.
“Damn it.” I sighed.
My muscles tensed. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about how fucking hot this was. It was impossible with the noises she was making.
“Keep your eyes open,” Ash commanded. “Watch her. Watch her come, Hawk.”
“No,” I rasped.
He stroked my cock faster. “ Yes .”
Damn it all. My eyes flew open right as Rosie came for the second time. This time, I felt a splash of wetness—my mouth dropped as I looked down.
She’d squirted.
And now it was dripping down her thighs, dripping down me.
There wasn’t a man who had willpower strong enough to resist coming from that.
I couldn’t stop myself. I gave in to the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, dragging groans from my lips. My resistance crumbled as hot cum splashed onto Rosie’s stomach, dripping over her smooth skin.
Ashton released my cock, and I knew I was in trouble now.
“What did I just say?” he demanded.
“She squirted on me,” I protested weakly between huffs. “No man could resist that, Ash.”
“That’s not what you call me when you submit to me.”
In one swift motion, he kicked the back of my legs and sent me to my knees in front of Rosie. His fingers gripped my hair, tugging my head back and forcing me to look up at her. The vibrator continued to do its work.
My mouth watered at the sight of her drenched pussy.
Another click echoed in the room, and this time, my heart lurched in my chest.
“Stay,” he commanded roughly.
I did as he asked, swallowing hard as I stared up at Rosie. Her body sagged against the cross, her expression mirroring mine.
We were both desperate little sluts.
“I hate having to punish you.” Ashton sighed from the other side of the room. “But not only did you go against my order, you didn’t call me by the correct name. Isn’t that right?”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned.
“You’re still not getting it. Fucking useless.”
His words stung. Ash stepped behind me again, giving my hair a harsh tug.
“Stand up and face me.”
I swallowed hard and got up. I turned around to face him, and started to lean forward for a kiss, but the expression on his face made me stop.
And then I looked at what he held in his hands.
“Ash,” I rasped. “That’s not going on me.”
“It is,” he said. “Especially since you have yet to call me Sir.”
“Please, Sir,” I groaned. “ Please no.”
“The game master gave it to us to use. To save her husband, you will wear this cock cage. You will call me Sir. And you will do everything I command you to do, without question. Understood?”
“ Yes, Sir. ”