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Suddenly feeling hot and stifled, her breathing became labored, and her chest heaved like a bellows in order to bring adequate air into her lungs. To her dismay, in her efforts to overcome the feeling of suffocation, both nipples had escaped the dress and were now peeking out through the feathery trim. She was immediately alarmed without knowing why, and looked up at the man dazedly.
“I was hoping this time we could do this without threats. I think they detract from the pleasure, don’t you? Of course, if you insist, I’ll bring out my whip, bare your body and beat you into submission.” He watched her waver then added, “Maybe that’s what you want, eh?”
“No, sir,” she answered faintly.
“Well then, Mrs. Crowe, drop to your knees and come this way.”
Hannah felt the hard wood floor before she understood what she was doing, and though hitting the unyielding surface sent spikes of pain through her knees, she moved forward crawling like a loose harlot to the man’s feet.
“Ah, that is my good girl,” Jarrett said as he ran his hand through her hair. His attitude turned decidedly lewd. “Now, let’s reacquaint you with the object of your stay here.” He fished inside his pants and withdrew an impressively large and extremely stiff erection that he presented to her slightly parted lips. “With the first act out of the way, the rest will be much easier.” He guided her head down to his thick meat with enough force to ensure that she’d comply.
Hannah’s mouth opened wide and the purple head slipped beyond her lips. He forced himself deep, while Hannah tried not to gag. The guiding power of his hand was so persuasive that soon, her mouth was bobbing up and down on the steely shaft, her lips sucking and slurping as she noisily bathed the organ. Her tongue wrapped vigorously around the flesh, tasting his bodily juices with a relish she’d known only a few times with Daniel. Jarrett’s scent invaded her body like some enchanted charm. She breathed it in with a longing for more and her sex clenched on its own. In time, she’d risen to her knees; her head was in his lap and her ass end danced on the air as if seeking a lover to take her from behind.
His hands upon her body were firm, parental and claiming in ways that obliged her compliance. In the kernel of her soul, the very heart of her beat the resistance, the anger, the defiance that her life required of her. But the effect of it was so submerged that it never surfaced in that fatal hour.
The more she sucked the vile man’s prick, the more she wanted. Her hand wrapped the stalk and held it tight, her lips worked with fervor. Again and again she dove down, letting the once frightening instrument further into her throat, all with a wanting she could not explain. She felt the eruption of his jism begin to gather, and tasted the first drops as they emerged from the tiny slit. Any moment, she expected the rest to bathe her mouth. Their mutual anticipation was running high.
His grunts foretold his climax with some accuracy. His hips rose, his hand forced her head down so her mouth was practically eating at his nest of hair. Her throat opened wider still as she felt that first gush spurt inside her. Another and another spewed a great mass of white come into her mouth. She swallowed two, three times, gulping his cream as she had the liquor, and feeling its power spread through her in the same way, as if for the moment and the hours that lay ahead, she truly was his. She’d been marked; like an animal marks its territory, she was Jarrett Cain’s property.
Jarrett pushed her head back once the climax died away and Hannah sat back on her heels, feeling rightfully humbled. Then the man leaned forward, his hand searching inside her dress for a breast to squeeze.
“Does this arouse you?” he murmured.
There were no restraints left to check her response. The answer came a second later, “Yes, sir.” She moaned softly as he caressed her breast a little more firmly, a little harder, drawing from her what he wanted, knowing that as he did, Hannah Crowe’s body was seeping sexual juices.
Oh! And the night had just begun!
“I have friends who want you. I’ve told them about the little wife from the other side of the valley with the succulent body and the mind filled with lust.”
In the midst of her arousal, Hannah felt her shame and she blushed. “Is this not enough, that you have me this way?”
“No, little lady, it’s not enough.” He scowled in that surly mean way that so characterized their previous meetings.
She felt some movement behind her—the door to the room had never been closed. For all she knew a crowd of raunchy ranch hands was gathering behind her in wait, their palms massaging crotches, tampering with randy dicks.
“She puts on a fine show—at least to start.”
Hannah turned to the sound of a new and unfamiliar voice. To her surprise the three men joining them in Cain’s sitting room were not the ranch hands or the scruffy trainers, or the boys that had been part of her kidnap and rape. These were gentlemen much like Cain himself, stalwart looking fellows with smooth-shaved faces, or neatly trimmed breads, with combed hair and fine looking clothes. She could single out no man in particular; they came as one, moving in together and circling her resting body. Only their fiercely sexual expressions of lust gave away their treacherous intentions.
“You mind if we beat her first?” the portly round-faced fellow said, “you said she takes to leather?”
“She’s prime now,” Jarrett answered.
“But for three at once?” the man said doubtfully.
“Then loosen her up more,” Jarrett said, “I’m sure she’s not expecting a bed of rose petals,” he looked down at her, “are you now?”
“No, sir,” she said in petrified amazement.
“And you like pain?” he asked.
“I never actually think about liking it,” her voice quite faint.
“Then tell me, what happens when you’re whipped?” Jarrett went on. “When you’re disciplined? When you’re scolded? What happens when your husband takes you to the woodshed? You are taken to the woodshed?”
“I am,” she admitted as if she could keep no secrets.
“So, what happens when your husband takes his rage out on your hide? You get aroused, hmm?”
