Page 12 of Claiming Hannah


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Unlike Lucia, who had made standing from a kneeling position look easy, Hannah rose awkwardly, nearly toppling over in the process. When she reached behind herself to unhook the bra, her hands were trembling so much she couldn’t manage to release the hooks.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, embarrassed by her fumbling. She tried to breathe, to separate her nervous feelings from her excited ones, and to lock the nervous ones away where they could no longer annoy her.

Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, Hannah. You’re among friends here. If this is more than you can handle, there’s no shame in admitting that. We can end the scene now. It’s really okay.”

“No,” Hannah blurted, tears of frustration springing to her eyes, which she rapidly blinked away. “I do want to scene with you. More than anything. Please.”

Channel Jess, she reminded herself. When Jess had to face the audition tribunal to join the invitation-only BDSM club, she’d girded her courage and took whatever they threw at her. If Jess, who was a product of Hannah’s imagination, could do it then, damn it, so could she.

Feeling somewhat calmer, she managed to unhook the bra. Heart pounding, she let it fall from her shoulders. Finally, her body coursing with so much adrenaline she felt translucent, she stepped out of her panties.

Heat fanned her face and prickled in her armpits as she forced herself to stand tall and proud. She was keenly aware of her pubic hair, clearly an anomaly at The Enclave. As Anthony moved his gaze slowly and appraisingly over her body, she half expected him to remark on her ungroomed state.

Instead, a ghost of a smile hovered on his lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, sub girl?”

Yes, it absolutely fucking was, her non-submissive side wanted to retort. But, continuing to channel Jess, she replied, “No, Sir.”

Turning his gaze to Lucia, he commanded, “Stand up beside Hannah.”

Lucia rose with the grace of a dancer.

“Both of you hold out your arms in front of you, wrists crossed.”

Lucia immediately obeyed and Hannah copied her movements. Now that she’d actually managed to get naked without bursting into flame or melting into a puddle on the floor, she felt considerably calmer.

Anthony moved to the rolling cabinet and selected two pairs of nylon cross handcuffs, the kind that looped over both wrists. He slipped them into place first on Lucia and then on Hannah, adjusting the fit with Velcro closures.

She stared down at her cuffed wrists, her entire body thrumming with delight. It not only looked incredibly sexy, it just felt so…right.

Anthony removed a small one-step stool from the cabinet and set it down between the two women. At a nod from her Master, Lucia raised her bound wrists high over her head. Stepping onto the stool, he clipped the D-ring at the top of her cuffs to the chain. Then he adjusted the chain until her arms were fully extended overhead. Lucia breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, a look of utter calm and contentment on her face.

“Your turn,” he said to Hannah. “Stand with feet flat, slightly apart and raise your wrists high.”

Her heart thumping like a dryer with shoes in it, Hannah obeyed. As he pulled her arms taut and clipped her cuffs into place, she again experienced a powerful feeling of rightness, even necessity. She felt incredibly sexy and daring in this vulnerable position. She was dizzy with nervous excitement and anticipation.

Setting the stool aside, Anthony moved toward the nearby whip rack. He selected a gorgeous long-handled flogger with dozens of thick tresses. “This is an exploratory session to see how much you can tolerate. I’ll start slowly and build up. Feel free to tell me if it’s too much, or not enough. I would caution you not to be too quick to label what you’re experiencing as pain, and therefore bad. Think of it more as sensation. Let it build and resonate inside you.”

Anthony paused for a moment. “Hmm.” He looked around. “I had planned to alternate Lucia’s whipping with your flogging. But now I’m thinking you might find the experience more rewarding if I can get another Dom to help us out.”

Before Hannah could react to this, Anthony called out, “Hey there, Mason. Are you available for a quick scene? I’ve got my hands full with these two.”

The big tattooed man appeared in front of them. She hadn’t realized how tall he was—easily six foot four. He swept his gaze over her with that same slow, insolent sweep as when they’d been introduced. Only now, naked as she was, his gaze felt like a laser beam scalding her skin. Heat rushed over and through her, from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

“I think I could manage that,” he said, his eyes still on her.

“Excellent,” Anthony replied. “Though Hannah is familiar with BDSM from an academic standpoint, this is her first actual, hands-on scene. As such, we don’t want to overwhelm her. We’ll stick to basic impact play.”

“Got it. We’ve got ourselves a virgin.” Mason smirked at Hannah. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle.”

Hannah would have laughed if this was dialogue on a page. In real life, however, she was way too nervous to find him funny.

The two men turned toward the toy rack. They both had deep voices, and Hannah heard their quiet rumble as they conferred, heads close. Seizing her chance, she whispered urgently to Lucia, “I’m not sure how I feel about this. I didn’t agree to another Dom.”

“You agreed to submit to Master Anthony for the duration of the scene. That’s all you need to focus on,” Lucia murmured. She smiled encouragingly. “Relax. Master Mason is a wonderful scene partner. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Just let go. That’s the first step to true submission.”

Easy for you to say, Hannah wanted to retort, but she held her tongue. Who was she to say what was or wasn’t easy for Lucia? Maybe when Lucia had first started her own submissive adventure, she’d been as frightened as Hannah. And Lucia was right. She didn’t need to control everything all the time. It would be good—cathartic even—to just let go. If she could figure out how.

The two men returned to them. She was relieved to see that Anthony still held the large, multi-tressed flogger, while Mason had a single tail whip in his large hand. Hopefully that meant Anthony would handle her scene while Mason took care of Lucia.

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