Sierra Cartwright - Hawkeye 01 - Danger Zone

by Sierra Cartwright

  He took Nate’s balls in his palm, as if weighing them.

  Nate softly moaned.

  “Would you like a gag?”

  “Only if it pleases you. Sorry for the outburst.”

  Stone seemed to pull down a bit, and Nate again moaned. Since Stone didn’t reprimand him, she guessed Stone knew exactly how much Nate was hurting.

  “Repeat your safe word,” he said.

  She wondered if this was a usual part of the way he played with his…subs. He seemed very deliberate, completely controlled.

  Since he had a room completely devoted to this, she realized dominance and submission was an integral part of Wolf’s personality. Anyone getting involved with him would not only have to accept that, they’d probably have to participate, and maybe on a regular basis, more than just an occasional diversion.

  She swallowed deeply, wondering what she’d gotten herself into, and more, wondering why she didn’t want out…

  “I’m waiting,” Stone said.

  “Yellow,” Nate whispered.

  “Would you like to use it?”

  Nate shook his head.

  “I’m going to squeeze your testicles, Davidson.”

  He got no response.

  “And then I’m going to roll them between my palms. I will be deliberate. But I won’t go easy on you.”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “You’ll feel the pain all the way up in your abdomen.”

  She was nervous on Nate’s behalf. “Uh…”

  “He can stop the play at anytime,” Stone told her. “What do you want me to do, Davidson?”

  “Tell Fagan to mind her own business.”

  Well.

  He was actually enjoying this?

  She returned to the bench and sat down. Probably better than her knees collapsing and dropping her on her ass.

  “It’s called CBT for short,” Stone said. “Cock and ball torture. It’s nothing we haven’t explored before. A lot of male subs like it. And having him submit to it pleases me. I pulled down first, to get his testicles taut in the bottom of the sac.”

  “I think I’m glad I don’t have balls.”

  He looked over his shoulder and smiled. It did nothing to reassure her and everything to unleash a spike of adrenaline-laced fear down her insides.

  “I know all about nipple and tit torture, too,” he told her.

  Her breasts throbbed. “You know about…?” She trailed off. Oh, God. A coil of fear mixed with unholy fascination unfurled deep inside her.

  “All about it.” He met her gaze.

  The lines of his face were set in an implacable mask.

  “And you’re going to learn all about it, too.”

  Her stomach turned a frightening flip-flop.

  “Your nipples will be clamped. What do you say, Davidson? Will she look better in clover clamps or alligator ones?”

  Her pussy throbbed.

  “Clovers,” Nate said.

  “You’re right,” Wolf agreed. “They can provide more pressure.” Then he seemed to totally forget about her, even though she was left reeling. She couldn’t imagine being tied up, her nipples squeezed by torturous clamps. And yet… Yet she watched him so skillfully master Nate. There was pain, but he liked it. She’d be asked for a safe word, too. Nothing would happen that she refused to participate in. Despite her apprehension, she knew she wouldn’t refuse.

  She twisted her hands together. Then she realized she was betraying her nerves and kept still.

  She saw him gently roll Nate’s balls in his palm.

  Nate groaned.

  “Back and forth,” Stone said, his voice smooth, almost hypnotic. “You’re doing well. You’re pleasing me.”

  “Yes,” Nate, said, the word hissed through clenched teeth.

  “Keep your legs parted. Unless you’d like me to tie you?”

  Nate struggled back into position.

  “Is it too much?”

  Nate shook his head.

  “Then ask me for a little more pressure.”

  She crossed her legs in mute sympathy.

  “I…”

  “Ask me,” Stone said softly.

  “More. Make it hurt more.”

  “That’s a boy.”

  She saw Stone exert a bit more pressure. There was nothing rough or jerky in his motions. Everything was precise. He was in control. No anger, just restrained passion.

  Nate rose onto his toes.

  “More?”

  “N…No.”

  “Just five more.”

  She saw Stone back off the tension, even as he rolled Nate’s balls in between his palms, gently, reverently, with great care.

  Nate’s ragged breathing returned to normal after a few deep, gulps. “Thank you,” he said.

  “I wondered where your manners were.”

  “He has to thank you?” She stood and rubbed her damp palms on her thighs. She couldn’t believe she’d just seen that.

  “And so will you, Ms. Fagan.”

  Not likely.

  He crossed in front of the horse and stroked Nate’s hair. The tenderness surprised her. She thought of Wolf Stone as a loner, incapable of compassion for other people. She’d seen him kiss Nate earlier in the kitchen. There hadn’t been anything tender in that dominant act. But right now, there was nothing cold about the way he treated Nate. He held Nate’s head and gently kissed his forehead.

  In his own way, he clearly loved Nate.

  Seeing this side of Wolf made her yearn for love, too -- a love she hadn’t realized she was missing in her life. What would it be like to have someone make you the total center of their attention, to push you to your limits, give you exactly what you wanted, then cradle you tenderly?

  “Man,” Nate said. “Best I’ve ever had.”

  “Not done with you.”

  “Did Fagan run away yet?”

  “I think her shoes are glued to the floor.”

  “Beat me” Nate implored.

  “Choose your pain.”

  “You had a tawse in your hand.”

  “Not sure how solid the beating will be with the injury to my arm.”

  “Fagan could deliver it.”

  “No! No freaking way!”

  “Kidding,” Nate said.

  “I’m sure I can hit harder than her, even with my damaged biceps. No offense.”

  “The two of you are out of your minds.”

  “You’re welcome to leave,” Stone said.

  But she didn’t. Couldn’t. She was enthralled. Despite the fact she was a bit freaked out, nothing happened that Nate hadn’t wanted.

  She’d hung around Hawkeye teammates enough to know that they did everything to the edge. Drinking. Risk-taking. Why would sex be any different? None of them knew how much time they had together. Why save something for later?

  “I don’t want to accidentally catch your balls. I want you on the cross.”

  “Yes, boss.”

  She watched as Stone unfastened and then tenderly rubbed Nate’s wrists. and rubbed his ankles.

  “Fagan, grab him a bottle of water from the fridge.”

  She looked around until she found a small refrigerator tucked into the corner. It was stocked with water and some sports drinks.

  “Most Doms aren’t as thoughtful as Stone,” Nate said as Kayla opened the bottle and handed it to him.

  He’d just had his balls squeezed in Stone’s hands and Stone was thoughtful?

  He took a couple sips of water and handed it back.

  “When you’re ready,” Stone said patiently, as if he had all the time in the world.

  Nate nodded, as if to say he’d gotten his bearings back.

  On his own, he moved to the cross, faced it, spread his legs, then his arms.

  “You get his legs,” Stone said to her Kayla. “I’ll get his wrists.”

  It felt slightly disloyal to Nate to tie him up, but she’d already helped secure him to the cross. In seconds, she had fastened both of his legs to t
he bottom of the X.

  She noticed that his flaccid cock was starting to stir. It had become totally limp while Stone squeezed his balls, but there didn’t appear to be any lasting damage.

  She needed to talk to both men when this was over. In the reading she’d done, and in talking with a friend who practiced S&M, she had never realized all this ceremony and negotiation was involved. Every moment seemed to set the stage, enhance the experience. She had no doubt this was as much about Nate’s pleasure as Wolf’s, maybe even more. Kayla couldn’t help but want to experience it for herself, even though the very idea terrified her. An odd mix, but maybe not that different from actually joining Hawkeye. There was danger there, too, and a heady dose of adrenaline that kept her coming back.

  “I’ll give you five as a warm up,” Stone said. “Before the twelve for disobeying an order.”

  Nate nodded. “Thank you.”

  “Want to join in?” Stone asked her, meeting her gaze. “Jack Davidson off during his beating.”

  “I might die,” Nate said.

  “That’d be convenient, since you’ll already be in heaven,” Stone fired back. “Fagan?”

  Kayla licked her lips. Dry mouth seemed to have become an occupational hazard.

  “Do not touch him while I deliver the first five.”

  Her heart thumped as if an anvil were inside.

  “Then, between blows, keep your eye on me. I’ll nod when you’re to begin and shake my head when you’re to stop. And even if this naughty baggage begs you to keep going, you’re on my instructions.”

  “Nate?” she asked.

  “Nothing I’d rather have than your hand on my cock.”

  Instinctively she reached up.

  “Fagan!” Stone snapped.

  She dropped her hand. “I was just --”

  “Don’t.”

  “Spoilsport,” Nate complained.

  “Five,” Stone said. “For the warm up.”

  Warm up? Warm up? She couldn’t have taken a beating like that without passing out.

  Stone drew back and delivered five blows with the tawse, and red exploded all over Nate’s rear.

  Still, he hadn’t done anything so much as groan a bit.

  Stone put on a pair of leather gloves and vigorously rubbed Nate’s hindquarters. His cock jumped; his body shuddered.

  “Boss? I’m going to disobey every single order from here on out.”

  Stone captured Kayla’s gaze, and she moved close to the cross.

  He pulled back his hand and caught Nate under his right cheek.

  She reached for his cock, only to have Stone shake his head. She frowned. But just as quickly, he delivered a second smack on Nate’s left buttock.

  She closed her hand around Nate’s cock. It hardened slightly.

  “The boy likes it rough,” Stone said.

  She tightened her grip and slid her hand all the way up his cock, then down. Stone let the ministration go on for a few seconds before shaking his head.

  Abruptly, she released her grip.

  Nick sagged in his bonds.

  His cock, though, stayed hard.

  Without giving Nick time to recover, Stone delivered the next three strokes, then nodded at her.

  Understanding more now, she first licked her hand, then grasped him firmly and squeezed hard.

  Stone nodded approvingly.

  Nick struggled to find a satisfying rhythm, and when he did, Stone said, “Stop.”

  “Maybe I won’t be disobedient,” Nick muttered.

  “Is that a drop of precum on his cockhead?” Stone asked.

  She nodded.

  Stone himself moved in front of Nate and sucked his cock into his mouth.

  Nate’s motions were desperate. “I swear I’ll be more obedient, boss.”

  Pulling away, Stone laughed. “I’ll bet you will.”

  “Just please, finish me off.”

  But Stone would have none of it.

  He continued his punishment, and after the next smack made him jerk his hips forward, she stroked him hard.

  His cock was turgid, demanding. On her own, she would have never stopped. She would have stroked and squeezed until her man ejaculated.

  “Good news, Davidson. You’re halfway there.”

  She pulled away.

  A strangled word was ripped from Nate’s throat.

  “You didn’t just swear, did you?”

  Frantically, he shook his head.

  “Good,” Stone said. His seventh, eighth, and ninth spanks were delivered flat on, across the fleshiest part of his buttocks. Stone didn’t give Nate any quarter. “Give him half a dozen long, slow strokes, will you, Fagan?”

  This was a complete turnaround from the frantic way she’d been jacking him off.

  He didn’t seem to appreciate her efforts.

  He kept whispering, “More, more, harder.”

  But she had her orders from Stone. He was the one with the tawse.

  “Tell Ms. Fagan thank you.”

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “Three to go.” He gave one stripe from the bottom, angled up. Another with a different sound, harder, more forceful. “Don’t let him ejaculate,” Stone said to her.

  How was she supposed to prevent that?

  She squeezed hard.

  She kept her gaze focused on Nate. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was ragged, then, subtly, his breathing changed. He gyrated his hips, seeking a little more pressure. She immediately released her grip.

  “Good girl,” Stone approved.

  That’s how, she supposed.

  His last spank was deliberately hard. Nate sagged forward in his bondage.

  “Nicely taken,” Stone said. He set about releasing the buckles that fastened Nate to the cross.

  “Can I finish him off?” Kayla asked. And she wasn’t exactly sure who she was asking. Nate? Or was Stone still in charge?

  “Nate?” Stone said.

  “Somebody,” he said. “Please.”

  Poor man sounded exhausted and frustrated. Of course, she had no idea what had gone on between the two of them earlier, in Stone’s bedroom.

  She looked again at Stone. He nodded.

  This time, she knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth.

  “I’m going to last maybe thirty seconds,” he said.

  He didn’t make it that long, not even half that long. And that gave her a feeling of power. She was happy to have been part of their scene.

  He buried his hands in her hair, holding her head steady while he pounded into her. He pulled back, but she followed, taking all of his ejaculate in her mouth, swallowing deeply.

  “You’re good at that,” he said, several seconds later.

  “Wasn’t difficult,” she said, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. She was on sensory overload. She could barely begin to comprehend everything that had happened.

  She wasn’t a prude, and she had the Internet. She’d seen pictures, even snippets of movies with a BDSM theme. But to be here, in the middle of it, with two gorgeous hunks who had no trouble at all expressing their desires and asking for what they wanted. They were obviously experienced, and she couldn’t have been any more of a novice.

  “What do you think, Fagan?” Stone asked, regarding her contemplatively. “Is it your turn?”

  Chapter Six

  Kayla blushed like she had earlier, when he’d teased her about her face matching the color of her merlot. She twisted her hands in front of her. Then, aware of his gaze, she stopped, as if afraid of betraying too much emotion. “I think I…we…need to talk first.”

  Stone nodded; he’d expected her to have questions. In fact, he’d be a little worried about her if she had just jumped in with both feet. Hawkeye recruits were resourceful and smart. They weren’t afraid of danger, but there was no need to rush in without gathering all the information possible.

  As much as he’d been watching Davidson, he’d also had his eye on Fagan. She was nervous, but i
ntrigued. She wanted to experiment, but was afraid of the consequences.

  Plenty of people liked their relationships with a side of spanking or spiced with a few ropes or handcuffs. He’d blazed past that years ago. For him, BDSM was a lifestyle choice, not an occasional treat, like dessert after dinner. He respected those who made a different decision, but the men and women he spent time with needed to know this was an essential part of who he was, not something that could be ignored.

  “I’ll meet you both upstairs,” she said, and she hurried away.

  “I think we scared her,” Nate said, dropping the towel he’d used to wipe his face.

  “I think she’s scared of her own reactions and the fact she wants to try it.”

  “She has the hots for you.”

  Stone arched a brow.

  “Not that she wants you to spank her, fuck her, and send her back to her bed alone. She wants more.”

  “Fagan?”

  “For someone who is so observant, you miss a lot.” He picked up the used towel and dumped it in the hamper.

  “Fagan’s a professional.”

  Nate fastened his borrowed jeans and pulled the T-shirt over his head. He’d worked up a sweat, and now his body temperature had to be cooling. The basement was several degrees chillier than the upstairs, and Stone generally kept it that way when engaging in a scene. His sub needed a warm shower, another warm shower, preferably in the master bathroom.

  “Fagan’s a woman,” Davidson contradicted. “Women want to be loved and held.” He grinned a quick grin. “And some of them even want to be spanked.”

  “And you?”

  His features sobered up. “I got over being a fool for you last year.” Quietly he added, “At least that’s what I told myself.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  Davidson looked away, pretending to be interested in the zipper of his jeans.

  “Davidson?”

  “Look.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I said I got over being a fool for you.” He dragged in a shaky breath, trying to settle his nerves. “That doesn’t mean I got over you. You’re a damn good Dom.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And I’m not stupid. That’s all it is to you, probably all it will ever be. So I had a little talk with myself. I moved on with my life. But if things work out that we can have a scene, then I’m up for it.”