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He was about to open his mouth to apologize, but he forgot what he was going to say as he took in Hannah in all her blushing glory. There was a wild, sexy look in those silvery-blue eyes. And her nipples, he noted with approval, were fully erect. As plump and perfect as gumdrops, they were a dusky rose color. He wondered if her labia were a similarly pleasing pink. Unable to resist, he lifted his fingers to his nose to breathe in her intoxicating scent.
“Oh, I, yes, I mean no…” Hannah stammered helplessly.
Was this girl for real? Mason had only scened with seasoned submissives for so long that he barely remembered what it was like to scene with such a novice. Would she be up for a second scene—just the two of them?
“Hey, hope I’m not interrupting?”
They all turned to the sound of Mark’s voice. He stood at the edge of the scene station, his eyes flicking appreciatively over Hannah’s naked body. If Mason had owned her, he would have insisted she stand tall, arms at her side, or perhaps with her hands laced behind her neck. A slave was for admiring, after all.
He shook the absurd thought away. Hannah was no slave girl. Not by a long shot. To get anywhere near Enclave standards, she’d need at least a month of intensive training…
Okay, enough. He needed to get out of there before he said or did something stupid. Mark’s appearance had not only reminded him of his earlier promise, but offered the perfect getaway.
“Oh, hey, Mark. Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Mason turned to Anthony and said apologetically, “I promised Mark to help out with a blood play scene with Jaime and Ellen. You got this under control?”
“Not a problem,” Anthony replied.
Mason cleared his throat as he turned back to Hannah. Hoping his erection was no longer obvious, he shoved his hands into his pants pockets and said with a grin, “You did pretty good, for a newbie. See you around.”
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See you around?
Seriously?
While she’d been in the throes of one of the most intense encounters of her life, he’d obviously been underwhelmed by the experience. With barely a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he’d walked off without a backward glance. It was as if he flogged naked, bound women and then gave them mind-blowing orgasms every day of the week.
Duh.
That was probably exactly what he did.
Anthony placed a light hand on Hannah’s arm, his expression serious. “I apologize if Mason overstepped. Just so you know, I was watching, and if you’d exhibited even the slightest sign of distress, I would have intervened.”
Oh, great. So it wasn’t enough that she’d come like a crazy woman, but she’d had an audience as well. She looked away, absolutely refusing to allow herself to blush again.
In a gentle voice, Anthony continued, “I have to say, I’m impressed, Hannah. You comported yourself very well in a difficult situation. I’m a rather good judge of submissive character. I believe you have excellent potential if you choose to pursue a D/s connection.”
“Oh,” Hannah replied, pleased in spite of herself and the confusing situation. “Thank you. It was pretty wild. I wasn’t really expecting what happened.”
Talk about understatement. In spite of her shock at what Mason had done, the flogging had exceeded her wildest dreams. And his fingers…what the hell had he done to her? She’d never experienced anything like it. Her body still thrummed pleasantly with post-orgasmic satisfaction.
And she had done it! She had finally graduated from a kid with her face pressed to the window of the BDSM scene. She was a player now, a genuine participant. While the jury was out on her submissive nature or lack thereof, she was definitely an erotic masochist. She was born for this, and she wanted more.
Anthony moved behind her and ran a light finger over her back. “No marks to speak of. Just some redness that should resolve itself within the hour.” The skin on her back and ass felt tender but otherwise fine. “I don’t think you need much in the way of physical aftercare,” he continued, “but I’m sure you could use some downtime to process what you’ve experienced. After I see to Lucia, she’ll take you to the meditation room.”
Meditation room. Hannah instantly visualized people sitting in lotus positions on flat cushions, incense burning around them. Hopefully there were chairs and sofas there, as she’d had enough of kneeling on the ground, thank you.
Opening the cabinet door, Anthony removed a folded robe and held it out. “Would you like to put this on?” He flashed a smile. “Though, if you’d rather stay naked, that’s perfectly fine as well.”
Hannah practically grabbed the robe from his hands. “Thanks. This is perfect.” She wrapped the thick, knee-length silk robe around herself and pulled the sash tight at her waist.
Lucia had remained still and silent since the scene had ended. She stood beneath the bondage rack, her arms loosely at her sides. From the cracking, whistling sound of the lash, Lucia had taken quite a whipping, yet she appeared as calm and serene as ever.
Anthony bent down to a small cooler near the cabinet. Opening the lid, he took out two bottles of chilled water and handed one to Hannah before moving to Lucia. As he handed her a bottle, he gently stroked a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Hannah could almost see the love like an aura shimmering between them. For a moment, she missed Andy with such intensity that she nearly cried out. Fortunately, it quickly passed, leaving behind only wistfulmelancholy.
While Hannah sipped the chilled water, Anthony removed a tube of ointment from the cabinet and gestured for Lucia to turn. As she pivoted, Hannah drew in her breath.
