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“I’m saying… well,” her chest was heaving with emotion, while her loins felt that natural beating growing strong, “being that you’re so busy tonight, Miss Mamie, if you need me to—well…yes, I will.”
“I don’t need you to do nuthin, girl,” Mamie said. “It can’t be obligation.”
“He’s not coercing me, ma’am, if that’s what you want to know.” The fire in her blood was just too strong to deny. “But he can have me for the night long as he pays well.”
Mamie’s lip curled into a smile. “Oh, Jarrett will pay me well,” she looked directly at the man, while holding out her hand. “I know she’s not, but let’s just pretend that she’s a virgin.” Cain scowled and fished through his pockets for a wad of cash, laying several bills on the woman’s outstretched palm. Mamie didn’t budge, so he gave her several more.
“She’s not worth more than that.”
“Oh, she’s worth a lot more than you’re paying. Treat her well, you hear, or you won’t be welcome here again.” Her tone was unusually crisp.
Jarrett bowed with mocking sociability—they’d obviously played this game before.
Miss Mamie turned back to Hannah. “Go ahead, girl, but that’s it. You got that? I’ve got room for these boys elsewhere.” She nodded to the other men.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hannah’s room was at the back of the house off the kitchen, a large room for the extra ‘whore’—should there be one. It was now her room. The airy space was furnished simply with a demure lacy bedspread on the oversized bed, a small dresser, washstand and basin, an oval rug and curtains that draped the one window, which could be easily closed to make the room as warm and cozy as the boudoir of any lady of the evening.
When the door was closed behind them, Hannah abruptly turned to face the man. Her body pulsed with expectation, but the terms of their relationship were different now in Miss Mamie’s house. “Have me if you will, Mr. Cain, but don’t ask me to say a word. Is that clear?”
Jarrett’s mouth formed a surly grin. “I’m not here for conversation, girl. But I must admit you are a quite a pleasing find.”
“I thought you knew I was here.”
“There’ve been rumors.”
“It would be good if those rumors were not circulated too broadly, Mr. Cain. That is, if you want me to stay here. Yes, we can have sex, but don’t demean me with a single word or I’ll run out of here and you won’t have me again.”
He nodded, eyebrows raised. She had regained her spunk. “Well, I appreciate the advice,” he returned with a whimsical and patronizing grin.
Hannah started to undress, taking each tiny button of her dress with care, in an act that the hovering Jarrett watched with great interest. He sat down on the bed and let the sight of the sensuous woman disrobing play upon his mind and needy body. His hand grazed the crotch of his pants and he could think only of planting his erection where it would be gripped tight by clenching muscles that would satisfy his prurient need.
While Hannah undressed, she gazed back at the man feeling contempt and excitement play against each other. Her heart resumed its erratic beating, and her loins followed with a familiar shudder of erotic desire. The deep throbbing in her belly extended to her moistening cleft. It had been days now, too long since she let her sexual passions free. She needed the man, she wanted the man. She knew him, he knew her, they understood each another and their mutual need without a lot of exploration. He knew her darkness and she could count on him to use it for his satisfaction.
Jarrett, in his careful scrutiny of the whore, witnessed the resignation in Hannah’s face, while noting the potent arousal from her hungering body. Having her was more easily accomplished than he ever figured. This was a stroke of good fortune.
“Come here, girl,” he finally said as she was down to her undergarments.
Hannah hesitated briefly, then moved between his open thighs and let him untie the ribbons on her chemise. There was more tenderness in that gesture than she’d known from him before. Her body quaked with the renewed contact and the promise of something altogether new. Once naked before him, she felt his hand between her legs, and soon a finger delicately probing her inner cavities with tenacious lust and skill.
Jarrett felt her body quiver in reply to the gentle teasing.
“You missed me, huh?”
“I said, no conversation.”
“Ah yes, you’re right,” he noted.
With the sexual tension blossoming between them, Jarrett pulled her down to him. His arms embraced her, swallowing her in their hugeness, while his mouth fixed itself on hers again. Her lips opened as they had before. And everywhere Jarrett caressed her body, she felt her animal passions explode. A hand covered her breast and squeezed it until a shiver of climax escaped.
“You do like it rough,” he murmured, to which she answered back in a thoughtless stupor: “I do.”
He slapped the tit he mauled, and she leaned back, raising her chest to him as if asking for more, which he eagerly gave her until that breast was bright red with his heavy handprints. He turned to the other beast, smacking it as he had the other. They both knew how she missed this. She missed the heavy hand in her crotch and on her ass, the rough teasing, the stinging blows to her flesh, and the feeling of heat that swamped her loins in response to such brutality.
Mad with need, her hands flew at him as wild as his, burrowing beyond his clothes so she could feel his firm muscles with her fingers, eagerly freeing his penis from its confinement. Running her mouth along his moist skin, she came to his swollen, throbbing cock. She practically swallowed his erection, opening wide to grant him access within her warm throat for a deeper fucking. Understanding the blatant message, he pounded her face with his angry groin until she choked and pulled away.
Though there was not a lick of booze in her, she was drunk and reeling inside the man’s groping body, taking anything she could get, and everything she wanted. The coming was all irrelevant, wildly exhilarating, but unessential, extraneous to the feeling of pure pleasure that rolled through her hungry body. There were no sudden crashing jolts of climax, but instead a feeling as if she’d reached some high plain of physical bliss that would go on in endless rhythms. Wave upon wave of pleasure surfaced from deep inside her, coming on her again and again as he spanked her beasts, then spanked her bottom. He spanked her hard between her legs—no implements this time, just his brutal hand connecting with the soft desiring womanhood over and over until she nearly passed out.
