Page 62 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"Don't tell me you actually have one in there?" I ask as Hawke pulls out a plastic package and chucks it at me. It's a Halloween costume. Sexy Schoolgirl says the label. I lift my gaze up to his and cock a brow. "You bought all of this for me?" Part of me wants to be pissed off, but the rest of me is surprised that he knows me so well, every kink and naughty little fantasy.
"Put it on," he says, glancing over at Mace. They exchange a long, studying sort of look, and I know that this conversation—the spanking and submission thing—is far from over. We'll revisit it later, when Hawke doesn't look like a trapped bird with clipped wings. He slips the robes over his head, and a memory flickers to life inside of me. Stumbling into that church, falling to my knees in front of this man. If I knew then what I know now ... I would've made all the same choices, wouldn't I?
Ripping the plastic on the package, I take out the fake rosary and slip it over my head, donning the plaid skirt, midriff white button-down, and tie.
"We're all going to hell," Mace states simply, but not like he's mad about it or anything, just like it's simple fact. I'm surprisingly okay with his statement. If there is a heaven, then I'm not sure that I belong there. Because I'm damn near positive that none of these men are going and ... I'm attached to them.
"You love me," I whisper absently as Hawke picks up the paddle again and turns to look at me from gray eyes.
"Don't let it go to your head. Don't think I've forgotten that you never finished that run yesterday. You'll run one twice as long after this mission. Now, bend the fuck over." He gestures at the bed with the paddle, and I step forward, my gaze flicking between Mace and Hawke. I've seen Hawke share with Arsen, a man that he quite clearly hates, so this shouldn't be too hard for him, right? Sharing with his best friend.
I move over to the edge of the bed, and then pause.
"One second," I say, heading for the door and throwing it open. I dart across the hall to grab some red heels, fully aware that if one of the other guys sees me, it's game over. They'll want in, and I'm not sure that Hawke is prepared for a fourth party.
A sigh of relief escapes me as I slip back into the room and close the door behind me, leaning my back up against it.
Both men are staring at me. Mace looks bemused while Hawke is clearly ticked-off. But, really, what's new about that?
"You're a very bossy bottom," he says, nostrils flaring slightly as he exhales and closes his eyes briefly, opening them back up with a modicum of extra patience. "But I can forgive you, if only to see your ass lifted up in those red heels. Now, bend over and don't make me tell you again."
I move across the room slowly, reaching up to play with the rosary around my neck. Hawke doesn't give me much time to put on a saucy act, pushing me over the edge of the bed and pressing my face into the silky charcoal sheets.
"Keep her there, Mace," he commands, and then adds, almost as an after-thought. "And I don't care how you do it."
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Mace takes up the command with gusto, climbing onto the bed and kneeling before me. As I push up onto my palms, our eyes meet, and I can already see what it is that he wants.
Hawke smacks my ass with the paddle, making me cry out. But it doesn't hurt, not at all. I love the sharp sting of it, shifting my thighs to deal with the sudden aching and pulsing in my cunt.
"You've been insufferable lately, you know that?" Hawke continues, swatting me again as Mace lifts up the robes and bares his cock. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he guides my mouth where he wants it, and thrusts between my lips. "Look at Mace here. At least he knows how to follow fucking orders."
The paddle hits my cheeks again, and I groan, the sound stifled by Mace's thick cock in my throat. I can already taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue, and I'm desperate to reach up a hand to wrap the base of his shaft. But I can't, not with Hawke swatting me the way he is. I need both palms on the bed to keep my balance.
Something hard brushes my swollen lips—the ones between my legs—as Mace pushes his cock deep into my throat, burying himself fully as I relax, welcoming him in. He pulls out all the way, giving me a chance to suck in a breath, and then thrusts forward again.
