Page 39 of Smoke

Her pussy soaks my cock in seconds. I slam into her hard and fast, over and over again as I release my cum. “Mmm. Such a desperate fucking slut.” I can’t take my eyes off her entrance, watching my cock slide in and out of her, seeing the hot sticky mess that oozes out keeps my veiny shaft taut and slick.

I thrust a few more times because she feels so good I don’t want to pull out. But the show needs to be over now. My point’s been fucking made to everyone. But especially to her.

She hangs like a rag doll over the barstool, her legs shaking. “I’ll never be sorry for wanting you,” she murmurs.

I slip out from her pussy and wipe my cock with a clean bar rag before putting it back inside my pants. “No one touches her for one hour. That’s how long you were cleaning before she came in and berated you. Let her fucking wallow in her own cum.”

“Hawk, please. I’m sorry. Fuck. Please let me up,” she begs. This time with actual sincerity.

I kneel down by her face and grab the back of her head. “You ever embarrass me again in front of my crew, you’ll get a repeat of this. Now sit and repent, little sister. Scarrow will cut you free in an hour. Not a second before.” I glare up at him to reiterate my point.

Her arms shake. “Hawk… I’m not that girl anymore. I swear.”

An old memory flashes in my mind. From when we were teenagers. An image of her behind the shed, on her knees, in nothing but a bra and panties. I made her sit like that all night after I caught her snooping through my room. I threatened to tell her daddy if she didn’t repent.

She cried, but she fucking loved it. I came out to get her just before dawn so Preacher wouldn’t find out. Only to find her playing with herself. So I made her take off her panties and I watched. I wanted to touch her as bad as she wanted me to, but we were already playing with fucking fire.

“You think that went a little too far, bro?” Omen asks through clenched teeth once we’re out of earshot.

I lean back against the wall and watch how careful my guys move around. They continue to sweep and pick up glass while doing everything in their power to not look at Cherry’s bare ass.

“Do you think it did?” I snap.

He hesitates, starts to open his mouth, then thinks better of it. He glares back at me. “I said it before, so I’ll say it again. You two got some weird shit between you. Shit that’s not my business. But if that ever happens again, I will leave. It might not be my place to step in, but that don’t mean I gotta watch.”

“Gotcha. But I think she learned her lesson,” I grit back.

He glances upstairs. “I’m gonna go straighten up her apartment. You should take a walk and cool off.”

I’m too fucking heated still. I cross my arms over my chest. “Nah. I think I’ll sit and watch Cherry take the rest of her punishment.”

I’m exactly the person my daddy says I am. Sick, twisted, and so obsessed with Hawk that I’ll let him get away with anything. I’ll beg for it.

He claimed me like a piece of property. And I got off on it. I’m still getting off on it as I count down the last minutes on this sticky barstool. My cum oozes out and drips down my thighs while his crew buzzes around my bar as if this is perfectly normal.

They don’t dare look at me for fear Hawk will rip out their eyes. Their permission to watch me was fleeting and removed the second he left me alone with them.

Hanging over a barstool for an hour looks easier than it is. There’s a dull ache between my shoulders from craning my neck so all my blood doesn’t rush to my head. Everything aches actually. Especially my pussy. Lord have mercy on me but the brutal side of him turns me on so fucking much.

It reminds me of the games we used to play years ago. The way we’d both get off on my humiliation. One night I refused to eat the mushy green beans my daddy had miserably failed at. He said I couldn’t go to bed until I ate every single one on my plate. So I sat and pouted in the dark till about midnight.

I was so tired, all I wanted was my bed. I caved and started to finish the cold green beans. But Hawk wouldn’t let me. Not at the table. He said brats don’t deserve civility. He put my plate on the floor and told me to eat it like a dog. And if I refused, he would throw it in the trash and tell my daddy that I did it. And then I would for sure get the belt.

There was something about the way he looked at me when I got down on my knees that stirred an ache in my core. I wanted to please him. But right before I bent down, he told me to take my clothes off so that I wouldn’t get them dirty.

I ate every green bean off that plate with my tits hanging and my bare ass out. He towered over me, stroked his cock the whole time. And then I sat back on my heels so he could cum on my chest. Later, when I was finally back in my bed, I fingered myself so hard I almost cried from pleasure.

“Time’s up, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl.” Scar frees my wrists and lifts me up from the barstool.

I sway against him, slightly dizzy. “I need to clean up.”

He tugs my skirt back down. “Om and Hawk are upstairs waiting. Let’s get you a hot shower and some ointment for your ass.”

When I walk inside my apartment, the rage starts to billow back up. “He did… all this?”

Hawk nods. “Kane is going to pay with his life for this, Cherry. I promise… Are you okay?”

And he’s back to being that shy boy again. The one he’d revert back to after making me do unspeakable things. I’m a sucker for both versions of him.