The Grand Mistress

Chapter 68 - Losing Her Game

"..." Her invitation rendered Hawk speechless. 

His body was shooting tiny fireballs at his veins and a surge of wanting stormed into his stomach and unconsciously, Hawk bit his lips as he stared helplessly at the woman on the screen. He wanted her so badly, his hands were shaking wanting to feel her smooth skin and he felt his manhood stretch at the sight of her undergarments.

"Hmmmm, you wanted me that much?" Simione saw him bite his lips at her invitation and the desire that went to Hawk's grey eyes. It was like he was staring at a campfire and his eyes mimicked the view. 

Simione took her phone with her to her bathroom where a tub full of white bubbles was waiting. There were red petals of roses scattered everywhere surrounding the tub and the room was lit up only with a few candles she had arranged earlier. Because of the limited light, the room she went to had a dark background highlighting the tub in the middle as it was surrounded by candles. Without saying anything, she positioned the phone in a right angle, where Hawk could clearly see the tub and where she later on carefully lounged herself.

The bubbles made way for Simione and it catered her body by popping off.  At the corner of her eyes, he could see the man wiping up some sweat at his mouth at the view of her in the tub, wanting to take a bath as he was watching. For the first time, Hawk envied the innocent lifeless bubble that surround Simione's skin wishing it was him wrapping her with his warmth.

Just as Hawk heard before, there was a slow music playing at Simione's background, setting up a romantic passionate mood. As if swaying to the music, Simione touched her neck as if it was sore and caressed it ever so gently in front of Hawk's eyes that the man could only swallow a handful at the sight of her raw silk-like skin. He wanted to plant kisses on it, caressed it for her and make sure it got all the touch and appreciation it deserved under his lips, but he could only wish for it right then.

  After stroking her neck, Simione reached at her back as she loosened her brassiere and with an inward chuckle, took it away from her boy and threw it on the floor. Her imprisoned breast was freed and was hiding away from Hawk's eye under the bubbles of water where she sat. However, because her breast was kind of big, Hawk could clearly see her mounds, wanting to lick it so. His body felt some rush of wanting that he couldn't resist at the sight of it, wishing the girl could move a little so he could see a glimpse of her rose petal nipples but even when she didn't, Hawk Mosanto ended up touching his manhood and held it tight as if he was chastising it for being so impatient. Helpless, he let go of moan as he had  a small release. He just had a pre-cum.

"Ahmm," Hawk struggled, very helpless as to Simione's sedition. She was clearly playing and punishing him to her heart's desire. Was this her retribution for not being present when she demanded his company?

"Do you want this?" As if his current struggle wasn't enough, Simione touched her breast while looking at him at the screen. Her honey-colored eyes showed some wanting, telling him so that only if he was there at her side, she could do with her all the things he wanted. The girl's two hands explored her two plump mounds and even went as far as leaning her head at the end of the tub so Hawk could see her clearly, playing on her own desires.

"Ah shit!" Hawk couldn't help but lean somewhere as his knees suddenly went weak. His manhood was aching, demanding more than just a pre-cum. Helpless, Hawk pulled off his shorts down together with his undergarments to his toes and kicked it off away. He was basically naked then and with grasp and a heavy breath, formed a hollow in his hands and let his manhood on. He couldn't just watch it anymore. Seeing Simione's skin glowing in the dark, wet and pinkish, and her copper hair, slightly damped from the water and her own sweat was too raw and sensual that Hawk's mind was filled with his arousal and own fleshly wanting. He licked his lips, wishing he could filled kisses on the pinkish nipple that grind while the girl was playing with it.

"Cat f*ck! What are you doing to me?" He breathed out in husky tone as his own hands moved between his thigh, to and fro as he was drugged in a famished of something he knew only Simione could satisfy. 

"Punishing you," Simione bit her lips, her eyes fixated on him. 

Her face was red and she was drunk, literally. She didn't know why she was so pissed off at him the very moment Lucy told her that decided to bring Feather to a vacation. What the fuck was he doing? She thought that somehow she had managed to make him change hus mind about Feather after all the things he showed her. Turns out he was a damn two timing asshole who couldn't decide which to choose. Simione knew very well she shouldn't be affected by all these things considering that she doesn't really have any plans with Hawk Monsanto. Once Feather and him were ruined, then she's done with him for good. However, things seemed to have changed lately and Simione felt an unexplained betrayal—as if Hawk Monsanto had promised her anything when clearly, he didn't. There were no them, not even a relationship to speak off, all the more love. But damn! Why does things hurt?

Frustrated and ever annoyed, Simione got herself drunk and ended up in a bathtub, giving Hawk Monsanto a live stripper show. She knew how he was craving for her and thus right then, she was punishing him for being away with Feather when he implied shown her something she somehow thought was real.

"Punishing you for making miss you," She lied. Deep inside she wanted to confront him for being with Feather after the things that went on him. As her annoyance and drunkenness covered her reason, she let it control her body and promised, she'll make Hawk Monsanto pay. As if she was done punishing him, she let go of her breast and pulled off her lower undergarment, the only clothing that was left of her then. In the process, she raised her legs up and pulled her panties ever slowly for Hawk to see. 

She was all naked at that moment and the only thing that was covering her nakedness was the bubbles that filled her tub.

Hawk was so mesmerised with Simione and seeing how she was caressing her long legs carefully until her hands were back to her mounds, massaging them sensually again made the chaos inside him want to explode. His hands moved faster, his breathing became heavier. He gasped at the increasing sensation of his own hands rubbing against his manhood and the view of Simione touching herself that at the end he twitched in pleasure.

"O Cat! Damn it!" he cursed using her name as he had his release and for a moment he was imprisoned in a heavenly bliss. Together with his seeds, scattered and wasted on the floor was a long heavy moan.

His knees shuddered and he ended up collapsing in his bed nearby, naked and sweating. It was a satisfying bliss but it took all his strength away. Wanting to calm himself from the precious beautiful struggle, he ran a finger to his dark wavy locks. Just a minute after, he grabbed his phone again and found Cat, still in the tub, washing herself clean, ignoring him. 

She knew he had his release as his moan was so loud, ringing to her ears beautifully. She even saw how he closed his eyes and called her name as if it was the only thing he could depend on at his most raw vulnerable estate before vanishing from her screen. Few minutes later, Hawk came back looking so gorgeous and refreshed, combing his hair like his eyes lidded with desire. 

Cat started to bathe right then with a correct routine this time, skipping the part of seducing Hawk. She seemed to have awakened from her drunkenness but not from her annoyance and anger for his audacity to spoil another woman, as if Feather wasn't his fiancee and she was. It was a foolish thing to sulk over it but seriously, Simione was too pissed, not only with Hawk but also with herself for feeling such a stupid emotions over a man whom she knew wasn't hers in the first place. She thought all of Lucy's warnings were right, she should never fantasize anything about them or she'll end up losing the game she started with Feather.

"I'm sorry," Hawk for some reason apologized to her even if there was nothing to apologize. Simione, who was planning to shut off the video call and bathe privately without Hawk watching, confusedly looked at the M Conglomerate's President at the end of her eyes, wondering what he was apologizing for.