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Chapter Eight
Hawk
“Lookslike you’re a little off on one side,” I say and latch onto the nipple still covered in edible paint. The paint tastes like pineapple, which happens to be my favorite fruit. Once I lick her beautiful tit clean, I earn another necklace of beads. I carefully drape it over the chair to join the first one. I have plans for them later.
“Oh, wow.” My beautiful honeybee blows out a breath before grinning wide. God, I love her smile. It’s warm, bright, and conveys how perfectly innocent she is. Betty sees a world of sugary beaches in Bali and high peaks of the Southern Alps in New Zealand. I see the darker side, the side I wish I didn’t have to see but have to if I’m going to keep my honeybee safe. Bali is a tourist attraction—which also attracts extremists who like to blow up tourists to make a point. New Zealand is an island—several, actually—and is cloudy more than sunny.
None of that matters to Betty and, right now, none of that matters to me. From my count, I still have ten strands of beads to earn before I make her earn them right back. I settle into my role as my honeybee’s hero—me? A hero? Ha! Only in her eyes—and clear my throat. In this fantasy, she’s apparently Annabeth Richardson or something like that, the southern belle of the ball, and I’m Mr. Majors, the man sworn to protect her while she attends her first Mardi Gras parade. She’s told me this one before, and I slip right into my role.
“Ms. Annabeth,” I drawl—delivering a much more convincing southern accent than my sweet baby—and step back when she sucks in a breath, practically giggling in her excitement that I’m playing along. “You seem to have lost your skirt, ma’am.”
“Oh,” she says and drops her gaze to the skirt now on the floor. “Why bless me, so, I have.”
I step forward, resting my hands on her hips. “We can’t have you underdressed. You’re the star of the show.” I lower in front of her and reach for her skirt. While I’m on my knees, I lean in and run my tongue up the inside of her leg, earning me another set of beads. In that case… I lick the other leg, not stopping until I steal a taste of the cream practically dripping from her pussy. Her curls are completely saturated. I’d be remiss if I didn’t clean them up.
“Mr. Majors,” she purrs and drops another necklace into my hands. Eight more to go. “Why, I never.”
“I know.” I rise to my feet and pull her body to mine, wasting no time capturing her mouth and licking her lips open. She hums and wraps her arms around my neck as I twirl her around, seating her on the kitchen island. I consume her in the kiss and help myself to another necklace.
Seven more to go.
“I do believe you’re far too overdressed, Mr. Majors.” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and bites down, her excitement brimming in her dancing emerald gaze.
“Why, Ms. Annabeth.” I feign shock and flatten my hand to my chest and round my eyes. “Are you asking me to undress for you?”
“I’m afraid I am. I do hope it’s not an inconvenience in any way.”
I had no idea how fucking hot it would be to roleplay with my baby. She’s shared her settings for her fantasies with me for years, blushing and giggling the whole time. If I had known they’d be like this, I would have acted on them sooner. So much sooner. I’ve denied us both.
Quickly undressing earns me another set of beads. Six down, six to go.
When I wrap my fingers around my hard cock and give it a few strokes, she tosses me another necklace. I catch it and lay it next to the others. It’s more than enough for what I have in mind and I move in, swiping up a strand of beads along the way.
I hold them up. “Give them a quick rinse, Ms. Annabeth. Make sure they’re clean.”
Her eyes fly open wide. “Why?”
I grin as my reply and nod toward the sink. “You’ll see.”
“Um…” She takes them from me and hops off the island, practically sprinting to the sink, washing the beads I’ve earned. Once she finishes, she shakes off the excess water and turns to me. “Now what? Should I dry them?”
“No,” I growl and shake my head. “Where they’re headed next, they’re going to get even wetter. Come here, baby.”
The sets of beads still draping over her neck rattle as she rushes back and stops in front of me, offering me the freshly cleaned beads. I take them and hold her wrist, kissing her palm before leading her up the stairs and not slowing until we’re in our bedroom. Turning, I walk backward as I bring her to the bed.
“Hawk…” She sits on the bed as I stand before her and wastes no time sinking my cock between her lips, teasing the tip with her tongue. Sweet Jesus. Sweet fucking—what the hell is she doing with her hands? They squeeze my balls and dear god I’m going to come down her throat if she does that again.
“Betty…” I brush the hair from her face to keep the view as unspoiled as my woman’s mouth swallowing my cock. Holy shit, her mouth gloves me perfectly, just as I knew it would.
“Am I doing it right?” She bats her eyes up at me as she fists my hard flesh and strokes. There goes her other hand, squeezing my balls again. I’m totally going to ruin the beads she’s still wearing if she does that again.
And then she does.
And I do.
“Betty! Fuck!” I grab my dick and pump hard just as my release boils over, erupting out of the end and covering her beads. Her neck. Her chin. She swipes her tongue across the tip of my cock, stealing a taste of my cum.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she murmurs and kisses my dick. It’s too much to take, seeing my release on her flesh. I rub it into her skin, marking her. She swings that wide gaze back up to me. “So now will you show me what you want to do with those beads. Please?”
