The Grand Mistress

The forbidden kiss they willfully both tasted was like an apple in the tree of life. It made them very aware of the sins they both committed. However such tasted good, addicting and for a moment of selfish desires, they just wanted to have each other, free from all responsibilities, fiancee's and both their past.

Hawk could taste Simione's anger while the latter tasted the M Conglomerate's hesitation. There was still doubt in him. How could he not hesitate when he knew deeply that the pleasure he was having right then was at Feather's expense?

Simione felt that Hawk's was about to withdraw the kiss and so she distracted him, in some ways she was taught. She clasped her two arms around his neck, pressing him to her and arched her back to let him know he was well pleasing her. Her mentor taught her that men love to give their women pleasure as it gives them pride and so she didn't withhold herself and let her pleasures be known to him. 

Hawk groaned hard as the girl moved her body, seemingly dancing to the tune that matches the routine of their tongues, intertwined together for their kiss. Right away, an intense desire rose above all his doubts that his priority went from Feather down to satisfying his selfish needs.  Instantly, he lifted Simione up, his right arm around her waist while the other was guiding one of her legs to wrap around him. Luckily, despite the fact that the  wedding dress she was wearing was a ball gown, it didn't become a hindrance for Hawk. 

When finally Simione's legs were at the place he wanted, around his hips, he then supported the girl by hugging her tight in, specifically making a press in the part of her waist so that her center can feel his hardness. He thought by this time he had won and took full control of their sinful deeds but man, he was so wrong! Because Simione, when she realized that Hawk was teasing her, arched her body so that her center was then squeezing Hawk's manhood in between, brushed  off and in, that in a moment he became uncontrollably hard.

"Fuck oh, Cat!" Hawk cursed and immediately carried her to the sofa he was previously nesting. There, they both fell on it—Hawk sitting on the sofa with legs wide open while Simione on top of him, grinding with their clothes still on. 

"Ah shit, Fuck!" Hawk cursed whatever curse was present in his vocabulary.

"Fuck you!" Simione cussed at him and grind even more and intentionally bit her lips in front of him, making him so aware how she was very much enjoying their unfaithfulness to their lovers—if there was one. In Hawk's part that might be true, but Simione of course was lying when she said she was there with a fiancee. She just wanted to make him feel how it felt seeing the person you thought was already yours, being stripped away by someone else in front of your face.

Hawk was sweating already even when he did nothing but just sit there, curse, moan and watch Simione do the job. In the moment he thought, Simione grinding in his lap was the most beautiful feeling he could ever have that morning, but he was wrong, because unfortunately, Simione wasn't finished yet.

The girl raised her chin up proud and fixed her eyes to Hawk. She was breathing hard and intentionally slowed down the pace of her grinding, slow but pressed hard down to him that only when they weren't wearing anything, his hardness should be inside her already, tasting her most intricate part.

"Ah..Cat," Hawk moaned as her slow grind was giving him more struggle. As if things weren't hard enough already, under his eyes that were all fired up, Simione undid the buttons of her gown that in a moment, her  two beautiful breasts were flaunting in front of him with nipples fully erected. She wasn't wearing any bra at all as the gown she was wearing didn't need one and right then, she thought it was such a good choice.

Immediately, Hawk reached for her, wanting to touch her delicate breast and play with them but Simione brushed his hands away before he could even touch her skin.

"No!" Simione smirked. "You can't have them right now, President Hawk. You are forbidden to touch me,"

Simione's announcement sponsored a frustrated groan in him. How could he not touch her? Watching her touching her body on the screen a few days ago was already one hell of a night, what more could be worse then with the circumstance that after so many days, he had finally got a chance to touch and  taste them again but he wasn't allowed to? And the fact that it was only inches away from his hand made it more frustrating.

"But you can watch me," Simione teased  victoriously. The expression in Hawk's eyes made her so aware she got the upper hand. His eyes desperately wanted it but the girl's anger with him made her want to punish him so hard that he'll ever regret why he dared to drag Feather's name into their conversation.

Wanting to torment the man, Simione pulled her gown more so that Hawk could see her entire upper body and while looking at him, she bit hard and started playing with her breast in front of him. She imitated how Hawk did  it when he first touched her breast in the car during the night Lucy had her do a stripper dance. She moaned at her own touches and Hawk went crazy at the sound of it.

In just a few minutes, her body turned pink as the pleasure hit  her and she was so smoking hot. As she was doing it, Hawk was constantly licking his lips, wanting to savor her. However, she was determined to not give him any that time. How could she when he had not been a good boy.

"So you like me more naked than seeing me in a wedding gown," Simione blabbred while she was still on it, touching and grinding at his lap. Hawk was so helpless he couldn't even move a muscle, afraid that Cat will be mad again and might end his pleasure right away. "Does it mean, I'm only meant to warm your bed?"

"No mi amor, you know you are not" His answer made Cat grind tightly on him again and when she did so, he couldn't help but begged, "Cat please, I can't last watching you long,"

"Endure it," Cat brushed off his request without thinking through. She was desperate to remind him she was not the type of woman he can easily throw away "You don't deserve it today,"

After that, Simione stood, threw her gown completely on the floor and what's left of her was a sexy black lace panty she intentionally wore for that occasion. She then, without warning, started a lap dance routine for him, swaying and grinding to his pleasure.

  There was no music with the dance she did, but the way she danced was something that needed no music at all—it was already so sensual, raw and very enticing that Hawk in just a few minutes, undid his zipper and let his manhood free from all restraint.It was so hard already, desperate for a release and hiding it off way tucked off in his tightening pants aggravated the pain he had within his stomach. The pain that made him so aware how he very much wanted to touch her then, so bad.

Surely, Simione did not ever expect Hawk would do such a thing in front of her and for the record, it was the very first time she had seen his flesh manly  pride, nor any other men's pride for that matter. She could feel her face warming up more at the sight of it and even swallowed some saliva in her mouth. Good thing Hawk didn't see it as he closed his eyes for a moment to swallow some intense pleasure brought by his own hands caressing his manhood. 

"You want a show mi amor, then I'll have something too," He opened his eyes and challenged her outright. The woman was sure winning their game, but he wasn't going home without giving it a fight. Right then he was gonna let her know what she was missing too. 

Even when she was trying too hard to keep up a steady face, the view of Hawk's full erection did make a flush in her face, making her more red. Seeing how she reacted to it, Hawk twisted the end of his lips and thought they were then even.

"You can't touch it too," Hawk mimicked her, giving her the taste of her own medicine. He then leaned on the sofa comfortably with a vicious smile, like a king taking his place, reminding everyone he was above them all and that he had more pawns hiding in his sleeves.

However, what he didn't know was that—if he was the king, Simione was the empress and she had more power over him than he had for himself. 

"If I can't touch it, then probably I can lick it," Simione's words ended the game with a checkmate!