Mechanical Love ~ A Hawkeye Fan Fiction

~Chapter 6~

He totes me into my bedroom and throw me down onto my bed. Before I can move, he crawls on top of me and straddles me, grabs my arms and throws my hands above my head to hold me down. Looking up into his eyes, they have darkened. The creases and lines in his face have deepened as he scowls at me. Strangely, even though I am angry at him, this is attractive.

"Are you going to behave," he asked in a whisper.

Pursing my lips together, looking up at him, "NO!"

"Do I need to punish you to make you behave?"

"You want to punish me," I asked with a laugh. "Clint, I am not a child. How do you think you can punish me?"

"I have my ways," he said as he slowly leaned down towards my face.

Oh my Lord. What is he doing?

His face came down close to mine. His nose was touching mine. His lips were close to mine. I could feel his breath on my skin.

"When is the last time someone made you feel anything, Lu?"

"What...what do you mean?"

Lifting up his left hand as he held my wrists above my head with his right, he ran his fingers between my breasts; "When is the last time someone made you feel anything other than stress or anxiety in your life?"

I felt my body shiver at his touch.

"It's....it's been a while," I said and turned my head to the side so I couldn't look him in the eye no longer.

"No, look at me, Lu."

I wouldn't.

"That was an order, Lu. I said to look at me," he said with a deeper tone to his voice.

Good Lord.... What in the hell is this man doing to me?

Turning my face back to look at him, his pupils were dilated.

"Do you trust me, Lu?"

"Yes," I whispered.

I felt his hand untie my robe. I was slightly freaking out on the inside but intrigued at the same time. He pushed the robe open and got off of me to lie beside me. Looking down, he saw the tattoo on my thigh.

"I didn't expect to see a tattoo on you," he said with a smirk. "I'm impressed, Lu."

"Clint, you have exposed me and told me to trust you," I said and synched my eyes shut.

"See, this is what I'm talking about. This is stress and anxiety. Open your eyes and look at me. Open," he said and lightly tapped my cheek.

Opening my eyes, I looked at him.

"Here, if it will make you feel better," he said and jerked the towel off of himself and threw it on the floor.

Jesus....

He ran his fingers over my tattoo and looked at again; "Cassiopeia constellation?"

"Yes."

"Meaning?"

"Long story for another time," I whispered as I felt the goosebumps on my leg.

His hand slowly made its way to my center and his pointer finger ran down the outer lips. I gasped a little. I lifted my legs slightly.

"Legs down," he whispered.

I laid them back down.

"Good girl."

Good girl? Oh my.

I could feel my center blossoming around his fingers. He slowly took his pointer finger and slid it inside of me and his thumb found the nub to put pressure on it. I moaned a little.