“Sir! Lube!”
“Hush, cumwhore.”
He shoved in. No hesitation. No gentleness. Just one long, slow thrust until he was balls deep in a hole that already burned like hell.
He’d lubed his dick, but she was so fucking raw it didn’t help.
Her screams bounced off the walls.
Silas grabbed her hips andheld. Didn’t move. Just kept her impaled while she cried, breath hiccupping, face pressed to the sheet.
“That’s it.Everythingabout you is mine,” he said, hips shifting, grinding. “Your hole. Your pain. Your fuckin’ surrender.”
Every thrust was a promise. Every second inside her was ownership.
Thankfully, he only lasted maybe seven or eight minutes, the last three or four a feral, bestial rutting that ended with a low grunt of release behind her when he finally spilled his heat into her.
She didn’t move when he pulled out. Forehead to the mattress, mouth open and panting. Sobbing.
He lifted her in his arms, cradled her to him, and walked to his seating area to sit and hold her. “I have you, little hawk. I know it was bad. Fast and over with as promised, but beautifully savage, elegantly devastating. Breathe for me, my greedy little painwhore.”
She couldn’t answer. Could barelybreathe.
But her cunt fluttered in response to his kindness.
And wasn’t that a kick in the pants? She’d been so annoyed with kindness from vanilla men, but kindness from a fucking sadist lit her up like a Christmas tree.
Also, he was right. She breathed through the adrenaline, the endorphins. The burn wasn’t gone, but it was background noise. She was okay.
“There we are. You have no idea what this does for me, every morning, day after day. That was the worst on the list, and now it’s behind you.”
She nodded. “I’d really like to ask that you refill the list, so I don’t have those other two hanging over my head when I return. I’ll plan better in the future, get the worst out of the way, so I’m not stuck like this.”
He kissed her forehead. “Okay. I can accommodate you this one time.”
She hadn’t expected him to allow it, and she felt both relief and a flash of disappointment she hoped he didn’t scent, but she knew he would. Damned wolf noses.
She’d appreciate it in a week and a half, but now?
It felt a little anticlimactic.
Eventually, he stood and put her egg and plug back in before carelessly dismissing her as if she was already gone.
Thirty minutes later, she kissed him goodbye on his way out the door, his mouth forcing hers open, tongue invading, fingers squeezing and twisting her left nipple until tears threatened to spill.
Fuck, but she loved him all the way to the bottom of her painwhore little soul.
By midmorning, she was in Boone’s weight room, logging her workout on the shared spreadsheet. Squats, deadlifts, so many arm exercises, and then extensive stretching while she worked toward the splits.
Willow packed Kenny’s lunch with leftovers from the night before — fried rice with pork, beef, and chicken. And because hawks love eating all three animals as much as any other apex predator, she was pleased he’d texted instructions to pack enough for her to eat lunch with him.
No, she admitted to herself. She looked forward to talking to him a little one-on-one before she left. Nothing in particular, just spending time with him. She loved being ordered to pleasure him while he ate, but talking sometimes was nice, too.
She rushed upstairs to figure out which heels worked with the sage dress she was wearing, and finally drove to his office with their lunch in the insulated bag beside her.
He typed another twenty seconds after she entered and stepped inside the door, awaiting instructions, and then he rotated his chair sideways.
“On your knees and get me out, little fucktoy.”
