The Perfect Gift

8. Hawk

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hawk

Four glasses of ice water waited on the kitchen counter, one of them already drained. I gave Greg a glance of approval. He was already in the living room, kneeling on the rug in front of the fireplace, naked and submissive.

He met my gaze and raised a brow.

I grabbed a glass and drained it in one gulp. I needed to replenish the wells if we were going to keep going all night. Fucking hell, I’d already unloaded inside the two of them.

But now, the four of us were freshly showered and my imagination was already roaming over the possibilities.

Rosie grabbed a glass and took a small sip, and then a larger one when I gave her the look.

“Ash will kill me if you don’t drink it all,” I said.

She sighed and bunched up her nose before drinking more.

“The more you drink, the more you squirt?” I teased.

Rosie laughed. “Oh god. Okay, you have a point.”

I licked my lips as she drained the rest of the glass. Ashton strode out of the bedroom completely naked, looking like a damn god. I shook my head at him, raising a brow at his already hardening cock.

He had that look. The one that told me not only was there an evil plan cooking up in his wild imagination, but he needed to be in complete control.

Which meant I’d be stepping more into my submissive side. As a switch, it didn’t happen as often for me since I did lean towards being dominant, so I felt a bolt of excitement at the idea of satisfying that part of me. That was always the tricky part about being a switch.

Most of the time, I wanted to tell other people to get on their knees for me.

Occasionally, I wanted to do the kneeling.

Ashton understood both sides of me, which I’d always been thankful for.

“Both of you finish your water and then go to the living room and kneel.”

The air rippled with tension. I set my glass on the counter and then went to the living room, kneeling next to Greg. The fire crackled behind us, the heat licking up my spine as I settled in, watching Ash out of the corner of my eye.

What was he up to? What did he want us to do?

Rosie finished her water, put the glass down, and then slid past Ash—trailing her nails across his chest with a gleam in her eyes that made me shake my head. She was playing with fire, but I was sadistic enough to want to see her get burned.

Ash’s eyes darkened as she joined us in the living room.

“Oh look, my cuck husband,” she chimed as she got down on her knees.

Ash ignored the three of us and crossed through the living room to the front door.

He picked up the ax.

My eyes widened slightly. A tense silence settled over the three of us, Greg especially anxious, as Ash came to the couch and sat down, laying the ax over his lap, his cock hard with a bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“Ash?” I asked.

He smiled. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Just a little,” I muttered, running my hands up my thighs.

“Don’t worry. You’re not in danger.”

Greg swallowed hard enough next to me that I heard him.

Rosie made the first move, surprising me. She went from kneeling to all fours and started to crawl towards him, but he shook his head.

“I said kneel, Rosie. Not crawl.”

She froze and sat back, frowning. “Is that all you want? You’re so hard.”

“That's all I want.”

She huffed, but obeyed.

With every minute that passed, the silence and tension grew. It grew and grew, until the three of us were squirming. Even I had to admit, I didn’t know what he wanted. It felt like a test, but for what?

“How long are we staying like this?” Rosie muttered.

“Until I say so,” Ash said with a shrug.

“But—”

Ash sat forward, eyes sparking. “Rosie. Shut the fuck up.”

Her mouth clamped closed, a shuddering breath leaving her. He lifted the ax and tossed it to the side, standing. Our eyes tracked him as he went back to the front door, picking up one of the bags.

I didn’t know what was in it.

“You let two strangers into your cabin during a snowstorm,” Ash said as he returned. He gave Greg a condescending smile. “How fucking stupid are you? Who does that?”

Greg remained quiet.

“Answer me,” Ash seethed.

“I… it was a mistake,” Greg said, his voice shaking.

“A mistake?!” Ash barked. “Me fucking your wife was a mistake?”

“Ye-yes? I mean no…”

A taunting laugh left him as he unzipped the bag. “Well, which is it? Yes or no? Choose wisely.”

Greg’s face fell. His cock hardened slowly, his chest rising and falling with nervous breaths. “No,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“No. It wasn’t a mistake.”

“Right. Because you wanted her to be thoroughly used and fucked, right? To be bred by us.”

“Yes.”

Ash pulled out two sets of handcuffs. Excitement rolled through me, coupled with anxious anticipation.

“I want you to look at her and say it,” Ash instructed. “Kneel in front of her, look her in the eyes, and tell her what your Christmas wish was.”

A flicker of worry rolled through me. Were we taking this too far? Was Ash taking this too far?

But Greg’s cock hardened to full mast as he crawled past me to Rosie. Her mascara smeared eyes widened as he looked at her, holding her gaze.

“I… I wanted them to fuck you,” he whispered. “I wanted them to breed you.”

“Why?” Ash asked.

“Because I couldn’t.”

“Why?” Ash pushed.

“Because… because I’m not worthy of you.”

“And?”

“Because they can breed you the way you deserve.”

“Greg,” Rosie whispered, her cheeks red. “I?—”

“Don’t you dare say I love you right now,” Ash interrupted. “I told you to be quiet.”

“Ash,” I growled, giving him a sharp look.

But he was smiling, his gaze dancing with secrets I didn’t know. He pulled out a long, thick dildo from the bag, along with a harness, tossing them next to the handcuffs. Then he pulled out a vibrator with a bulbous head.

I looked back at Greg, but he didn’t see the items Ash had pulled out of the bag like some sort of kinky lumberjack Santa Claus.

Rosie did, though. Her eyes widened even more.

Ash looked at me, crooking a finger. “Come,” he said.

“I can’t come on command quite yet,” I quipped. “You haven’t trained me like that.”

He snorted. “You know what I mean.”

I walked on my knees to him, raising a brow as he tipped my head up with a finger.

“I want you to fuck Rosie until I tell you to stop. I don’t want you to come inside her. I want you to wait until I allow you. Yes?”

I swallowed hard. It took a moment to melt into my submissive side. He knew this, too, and waited patiently for me to respond.

My first response was to tell him to fuck off. But then, the resistance yielded, and I let myself feel…

Comfortable.

Willing to give in.

I trusted Ash with my life. I trusted him with everything, our friendship, our relationship, our relationship s .

He raked his fingers through my beard and then through my hair, his smile gentling. “If you want to join me in bossing them around, that’s fine too. But?—”

“No,” I whispered. “I want to submit.”

He gripped my hair now, pulling my head back further. “Then open your mouth.”

I obeyed, opening my mouth for him.

He picked up a set of handcuffs and set the ring in my mouth. I closed slowly, holding the set between clenched teeth.

“Cuff her and fuck her.”

“ Yes, sir, ” I mumbled as best as I could.

He released me. I turned, taking the cuffs out of my mouth and moving to Rosie. My cock started to harden as I knelt behind her, pulling her against me while Greg watched us.

Her nipples hardened, a soft whimper leaving her. Firelight licked at our skin, turning us golden as I shoved her forward onto all fours, her face right in front of Greg’s, their lips so close to touching.

I used my hand to shove her head to the floor. She moaned as I grabbed hold of her wrists, bringing them around to her lower back. The cuffs clinked closed as I put them around her wrists, giving the chain a tug.

My fingertips traced her, all the way down to her pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunted, thrusting one into her with ease. “She’s drenched.”

Rosie whimpered as I started to finger fuck her, pushing two inside her and working them in and out. My cock hardened as she clenched around me, her mewls intertwined with Greg’s whimpering moans.

Fuck, they sounded good. Submissive, obedient. Waiting for us to do what we pleased to them.

Submitting to Ash and owning Rosie and Greg. That was where I was happiest.

I stroked my cock and then thrust into her, the two of us moaning as I gave her every inch. I grabbed hold of the chain between the cuffs and started a slow, hard rhythm.

I wondered how long Ash would have me do this. I was already riding the edge again. Think of anything else but how you’re fucking her in front of her husband right now.

She squeezed me, gripping my cock like a damn vice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Rosie,” I rasped.

All she did was moan, her eyes squeezed shut as I kept pumping into her. I looked up at Greg, deep into his eyes as I fucked his wife mere inches in front of him.

His cock was hard, pre-cum dripping. I remained kneeling, obedient, face flushed as he watched.

Ash stepped up behind him. He leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Greg nodded to whatever Ash had told him and raised his hands over his head. He quickly cuffed him, the metal gleaming around his wrists. Greg continued to hold them above his head as Ash sank down behind him, reaching around to grip his cock.

A quiet moan left Greg, his hips jerking automatically from the touch. My breath hitched as I fucked Rosie harder, turned on by the sight of Ash slowly stroking Greg’s cock, a special kind of torture because I knew how Ash was. I knew he wouldn’t let Greg come so soon.

He’d be taken straight to the edge, just like I was.

I paused in thrusting, breathing heavily. My body strained, fighting the urge to fill Rosie. She whimpered, pushing her pussy back, taking more of me.

“Hold on,” I gasped.

“No,” Ash said. “Keep fucking her, Hawk. Now.”

Fuck me. “You’re a bastard,” I growled.

But, I kept pumping my hips. I thought about anything else but the hot cunt wrapped around my cock. Vacations, traveling, the stupid TSA lines at airports, the way I’d forgotten my reusable water bottle and?—

“Fuck,” I grunted.

Roise moaned. “I’m so close,” she gasped. “ Hawk .”

Crying my name didn’t fucking help a damn thing.

“Pull out,” Ash said.

I wanted to murder him. I pulled out of her roughly, sitting back. My balls were gonna turn fucking blue at this point.

“Lay back, pull her on top of you. I want your cock in her pussy.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever moved faster. Rosie squeaked as I grabbed hold of her, sprawling out on the rug and placing her on top of me. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her back, so her head fell against my chest, her breasts pressing against me as I guided my cock against her pussy. I thrust up, filling her once again.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

Ash shoved Greg forward. “You’ll get a little reward for being good tonight. Get behind her.”

“Ash,” Rosie groaned. “Two?”

She didn’t see the evil delight on his face like I did.

I had a feeling she’d be getting more than two cocks in her.

Ash put Greg on his knees behind Rosie, bringing his cuffed hands down to rest on her lower back. I raised my head, watching as his fingers intertwined with Rosie’s for a moment, a second of connection that warmed me all the way through.

He left the three of us like that for a moment. “Lube,” he sighed, leaving the living room to retrieve the bottle.

Ash returned with the sacred bottle and flipped the cap, reaching around Greg to pour some onto his cock, and onto Rosie too.

“Mm,” she sighed. “I’m not walking tomorrow. That much is certain.”

Ash chuckled. “You won’t be doing much at all tomorrow. Let’s work Greg’s cock into you next to Hawk.”

I grunted, going still as Ash slid a finger inside Rosie along my cock. My eyes flittered back, my breaths steadying me as I stayed hard and on edge, fighting the need to come.

They were making it really fucking difficult.

Rosie lifted her head slightly, looking up at me. Her lips parted on a gasp as we both felt the head of Greg’s cock nudging into her pussy, slowly sliding in against my own.

“God damn it,” I huffed. “I’m going to come.”

“You’re not going to come,” Ash said. “If you do, then you’ll ruin all the fun.”

Fucker. What a motherfucker ? —

Greg thrust forward all the way, full seated inside her, his cock hard against mine. I moved my hips slightly, a wave of moans following from the three of us.

“Good,” Ash said. “Look at the three of you. Such obedient little sluts. Now, let’s add one more cock.”