Caught (Prequel to Hawk) (Sex and Bullets) by Jo Raven Read Free Book Online

else with you.”
     
    “Like what?”
     
    “Like that.” He nods at something.
     
    Something else he’s left on the side table, I realize, turning reluctantly to see, something silver coiled beside the roses.
     
    “What is it?”
     
    “Take a look.”
     
    I love how his body feels under my touch. I hesitate, slipping my hands up his hard pecs to his shoulders. Love how wide they are, how my fingers splay over his forearms, looking tiny resting on his biceps. He has more ink there. Words in a cursive script, encircling his upper arms.
     
    He puts those arms around me as he throws his bare legs off the bed. He stands, lifting me with him, and I wrap my legs around him with a yelp as he moves.
     
    He walks over to the side table and lets me slide back down. My cheek rests on his bare chest for a moment, and his heartbeat thuds steadily in my ear.
     
    So warm and solid. He feels so good.
     
    But curiosity finally wins out and I turn, bending over the table to take a closer look at the silver thing. I tug at it. The handle is silvery indeed, but from it sprout black leather strips.
     
    “What is this thing?”
     
    “My new flogger,” Hawk says, pressing his chest to my back and sliding his arms around my waist. “I bought it just for you. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    It is sleek and dangerous looking, I think, turning it over in my hands. I’m kneeling on the bed, and Hawk is lying on his back beside me, one arm folded under his head, his gray eyes luminous as he studies my face, waiting for my verdict.
     
    “Is this… like a whip?” I wet my dry lips with the tip of my tongue, and Hawk lifts a hand to my face and wipes my mouth with the tip of his finger.
     
    “Yeah. A hand whip. But it doesn’t really hurt. Like the roses.” He gives me a crooked grin. “Try it on your hand. You’ll see.”
     
    Try it? I wrap my hand around the silver handle and drag the soft leather strips over my other hand. It tickles. It feels… good.
     
    Then I lift it up and bring it down on my open palm a bit harder.
     
    “Oh fuck…” Hawk’s eyes turn to slits. He lowers his hand to his crotch and that’s when I realize he’s hard again. “I want to do that to you.”
     
    “You do?” I mean, obviously, if he bought this flogger just for me, but it’s kind of weird. And exciting. “Where would you hit me with it?”
     
    “On your back. Your ass.” He tugs on his cock, toys with the barbells, and a flush rises to his cheekbones, making his eyes glitter. “On your tits. Between your legs.”
     
    Shit. I’m breathing hard, and the tips of my breasts ache, tight with desire. I never thought I’d want a guy to hit me with anything, roses or whips.
     
    But I can’t deny that the thought, the mental image of Hawk doing that to me is setting me on fire.
     
    “Yes,” I whisper before I even know I’m saying it. “I want it.”
     
    He curses softly, sitting up and putting both hands on my face, his rough palms catching on my skin. He leans in. “Are you sure, Doll?”
     
    “Yes,” I say before I change my mind.
     
    His smile is soft, softer than the strips of his flogger. “I promise it will be so fucking good. And if you wanna stop, just say the word, okay?”
     
    I nod, not trusting my voice. Then he unclasps my skirt and pulls it off me, and I’m naked, except for my boots.
     
    “Love your boots,” he whispers darkly, letting my skirt fall to the floor. “Turn around.”
     
    I turn on all fours, and he puts a warm, heavy hand in the small of my back. “Like this?”
     
    “Damn perfect.” Something cool and velvety caresses my leg, and I realize it’s the flogger. He lets the strips trail over my back, over my ass, lets them flow over my crack, over my exposed pussy, and I shudder, tiny jolts of pleasure running up my spine. “You look fucking beautiful.”
     
    I turn my head, to say not sure what, when he lifts the flogger and lets it fall on my back.