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Unlike Danielle, whose hands were free and at present appeared to be involved in her frenzied activity between Anthony’s legs, the other girl’s wrists were bound behind her back with black leather cuffs that had been clipped together. Her hands, Hannah observed, were clenched into fists.
Anthony had his head back, his eyes closed in apparent bliss. Lawrence was watching the girl between his knees, his gaze hard. He had his hand on the back of her head. As Lucia and Hannah came closer, Hannah could hear gagging sounds from the girl as he held her in place.
Lucia placed her hand lightly on Hannah’s arm. She touched her lips with her index finger to indicate they should be quiet. With her chin, she gestured toward some nearby floor cushions. Her face calm and serene, Lucia lowered herself effortlessly to one of the cushions.
This kneeling shit needed to stop. Either that or she needed to sign up for a yoga class, pronto. Still, when in Rome… Lifting the hem of the robe so she wouldn’t get caught in it, Hannah got down on her knees.
In that instant, Anthony’s lips parted as a shudder moved through his body. A moment later, he patted the top of Danielle’s head. The girl leaned back on her haunches, her back straight.
Anthony opened his eyes, his gaze fixing on Lucia and Hannah as he tucked himself back into his pants. Without the slightest hint of self-consciousness or guilt, he smiled.
Lawrence, meanwhile, had pushed the girl in front of him from his crotch. Fisting his erect, spit-shiny cock, he aimed it at the poor girl’s face. With a strangled cry, he ejaculated over her face and breasts.
Then he leaned back against the couch cushions, cock still in his hand, a smug, satisfied look on his face. “Lick Lia clean,” he ordered Danielle, confirming Hannah’s guess as to the identity of the girl.
It was like a porn movie happening in real life. Lia shifted on her knees to face Danielle. Hannah could see the ejaculate dripping on her cheeks and small breasts. Danielle appeared perfectly comfortable dipping her head to lick her Master’s spunk from the other girl’s skin. Lia, however, looked positively mutinous.
Hannah was startled by the girl’s expression, which struck her as anything but submissive. Was that why she’d been punished earlier? What was this girl’s story? She would love to find out.
Anthony got to his feet and ambled over to Lucia and Hannah. “Hello, girls. Did you enjoy your snack?” He lightly tapped Lucia’s shoulder.
This was apparently a cue for Lucia to stand. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising gracefully to her feet. “Thank you, Sir.”
Hannah followed suit, glad to get off her knees. She pulled her robe tighter as she glanced toward the couch where Lawrence and the two slave girls had remained. Danielle was now in his lap, Lia being used as his footrest.
“I invited Hannah to stay the night,” Lucia said. “I know I should have checked with you first, Sir. Please excuse me.”
“No problem,” Anthony replied easily. He smiled at Hannah. “You’re welcome to stay the night, or as long as you like. We’re delighted to have you.”
“Thank you,” Hannah replied gratefully, glad Lucia wasn’t in any kind of trouble.
“I’m going to give Hannah a tour of the slave quarters. If she’s comfortable, she’ll stay in one of the spare rooms tonight.”
“Sounds good,” Anthony agreed. To Hannah, he said, “If you decide to stay for more than a night, we can discuss what your role here might be.”
“My role?” she blurted, immediately alarmed and intrigued in equal measure.
“Guest, slave trainee, visiting author doing research, all of the above?” he said with an arched brow.
“Oh, um,” she hedged, not quite sure how to respond.
Anthony chuckled. “You don’t need to decide now. As I say, we can discuss all that tomorrow. No pressure. Just know you’re welcome.”
“Thank you, Anthony,” Hannah said, stunned and delighted to be granted carte blanche to this secluded BDSM haven.
As Lucia led her from the room, she pondered Anthony’s startling offer. Of course, she immediately dismissed the idea of signing up as a slave trainee. Even if she’d had a desire to submit to that degree, no way in hell would she be willing to parade around naked all day and night, forced to kneel constantly and suck random men’s cocks. Not to mention serving as furniture and being chained to her bed when she misbehaved.
Not happening.
End of discussion.
But she was already sold on the idea of staying at The Enclave for a few days or maybe longer. What an amazing opportunity to learn firsthand how such a community actually worked, not just in her imagination, but in real life.
Plus, she really liked Lucia and Anthony. They’d accepted her on her terms without making her feel like the wide-eyed wannabe she was. The couple was also a welcome reminder that there was the possibility of finding love again someday. While she wasn’t ready to leap into any kind of serious relationship, the possibility of happiness existed.
The real question was to what extent she wanted to become involved in the BDSM aspects of the community. After a lifetime of longing, was she ready to dive in headfirst? Or would she be better suited to baby steps? What was Anthony offering exactly? She would need to take him up on that promised discussion.
Then there was Mason. Not that she necessarily wanted to scene with him again. But she was curious about what made a guy like that tick. She could volunteer to help out in the kitchen to conduct her sleuthingmission. After all, she had some culinary training.
