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His words sent me over the edge, and I cried out as a thunderous release swept through me, the warm pulses seizing in my center and spreading outward. I writhed over his lap, whimpering and moaning as he continued caressing my clit, wringing every last vestige of pleasure from my body.
In the aftermath of the powerful climax, I remained over his sturdy thighs, panting breathlessly. He patted my bottom and soon turned me over to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. His eyes shone with love as he stroked a hand through my hair.
“Come on, baby girl, it’s time to get you home. But you’d better behave during breakfast at Kay’sandduring the drive to the ranch. If you’re naughty, I won’t hesitate to pull the truck over.” His eyebrows lifted as he gave me his trademark playful but stern look that always made me grin.
I laced my arms around his neck and batted my eyelashes at him. “Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll be ever so good.”
A DADDY FOR HANNA:
A DDLG ROMANCE
CHAPTER1
Hanna held up a small,faded mirror to inspect her appearance. A pair of haunted but determined blue eyes stared back. A hint of golden hair peeked from beneath her black kapp, and her cheeks looked paler than usual, almost sickly.
Apprehension twisted her stomach, but her pulse raced with determination.
She placed the mirror down and glanced around her small room, making certain all the belongings she wished to take had already been gathered.
A quick getaway was necessary. A bag containing her few treasures waited between two rocks in the cornfield. She’d placed it there two days prior.
The aroma of baking bread and the light clatter of dishes greeted her as she tiptoed down the steps, careful not to wake her youngest nieces and nephews who were still asleep. Her sister-in-law, Sarah, was always the first one awake. Normally Hanna would take a place beside her to get breakfast started. Today wasn’t a normal day though.
She paused at the bottom of the steps and closed her eyes, imagining what her life would be like if she stayed. Emptiness consumed her, giving her the resolve to keep moving and not back down from the difficult decision she’d already made.
The expectations that rested on her shoulders were a burden she refused to bear. The life she faced if she stayed in his house, and in this community, was a blackness enveloping her soul and her very will to live.
Change was the only cure.
The only way to change was to leave.
She’d known this her whole life, even as a small child.
She approached the kitchen and lingered in the doorway. “Sarah?”
“Good morning, Hanna. Help me with these pie crusts. The babies will be awake soon. I have eggs and oatmeal ready.” Sarah glanced over her shoulder, a fatigued but content look on her face. She truly belonged here. She fit in and Hanna doubted she’d ever questioned her place here.
“I’m leaving, Sarah.”
“What?” Sarah turned to give her a sharp, disapproving scowl.
“I’m not going to join the church. I’m certain of it, and now I know I must leave.”
“Where will you go?”
Hanna debated telling Sarah of her plan but quickly decided against it. No one would follow her or try to bring her back, but it still seemed best to keep it a secret. “I’ll be fine. Trust me. I have a place to go and know someone who will help me find Eli.”
The color drained from Sarah’s face. “How dare you speak his name?” She turned to focus on the pie crust, dusting it with flour before rolling it out with angry movements.
Until now, Hanna had only whispered her oldest brother, Eli’s, name in secret, tucked under her covers at night. Even when she visited the English neighbor, Ben Foster, who allowed her to send Eli letters from his address, she’d never uttered his name as loud as she had just now.
It felt right. Liberating.
Hanna’s gaze traveled around the plain house. The walls threatened to close in. It was a heavy feeling that never left her, a suffocating tightness in her chest that sometimes clouded her vision, one that had started not long after her mother’s passing when Hanna was but five years old.
The truth was, nothing about being Amish felt right.
Deep down, she’d always known she hadn’t belonged. Not really.
