Page 5 of Claiming Hannah


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“Nice. So, how you feeling?” Charlotte asked. “Ready for adventure?”

Hannah let out a shaky laugh. “As ready as I’m gonna be.”

“You’ll be fine, hon. You’ll see,” Charlotte said.

Eager to change the focus from herself, Hannah asked, “How about you? Are you excited about the ceremony?”

Charlotte bit her lower lip. “I am a little nervous,” she admitted. “I mean, I totally want to do it. But getting my nipples pierced with everyone watching…”

“You’ll do just fine, darlin’,” Jim said, placing a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “I promise.”

“Thank you, Sir. I know you’re right.” She gazed at Jim with undisguised adoration.

“And you will, too,” she added, turning back to Hannah. “Tonight’s the night. I can feel it, Hannah. You’re going to move from voyeur to participant, and it’s going to be awesome.”

Hannah blew out a breath, hoping her friend was right. Though the brief experiments at home with Andy hadn’t panned out, they’d been enough to let Hannah know without a doubt that she craved erotic pain. She could still recall, a decade later, how she’d shivered with dark pleasure as the leather stroked her flesh while her hands were bound to the headboard. The one spanking Andy had given her had been heaven on earth, even if he did keep ruining it by asking if he was hurting her.

She was determined not to chicken out tonight, assuming the opportunity presented itself. While excited, she was also anxious. Whatif she wasn’t able to get out of her own head enough to take that first step? What if she made a total fool of herself?

Chill, she reminded herself as they began their ascent into the Blue Ridge Mountains.Just take things as they come.

Jim had the windows cracked and fresh, pine-scented mountain air filled the truck’s cabin. They wound their way around a narrow dirt road and finally emerged at a large plateau. The road there was wider and paved, and a large structure was visible in the near distance.

“We’re here,” Charlotte squealed excitedly, though Hannah couldn’t yet see much by the truck’s headlights. They stopped at a set of tall gates set into high concrete walls that surrounded the place. Jim pulled to a stop beside an intercom and pressed a few buttons.

Someone spoke through the intercom, though Hannah couldn’t make out the words. Jim responded, “Hi, it’s Jim Spencer and his two sub girls.” He winked at Hannah in the mirror.

The gates opened slowly inward and they drove through. Hannah drew in her breath at the sight of the multi-storied mansion. Built of stone with wood accents, it was lit by recessed lights, the effect warm and welcoming.

A man with white-blond hair stood at attention by the curving drive that fronted the building. Despite the chill in the air, the man was shirtless. As they got closer, Hannah saw he wore a thick, black leather collar around his neck. His broad chest was smooth, save for small gold barbells through his pierced nipples.

As Jim pulled the truck to a stop, the man jumped forward to open first Charlotte’s door and then Hannah’s.

“Welcome to The Enclave,” he said in accented English. “My name is Hans.” He pronounced itHahns.

Hannah admired the young man’s pierced nipples and slave collar. She made the mistake of looking down, her mouth actually falling open as she unavoidably focused on the sizable bulge in the guy’s black leather pants. Recovering herself, she looked instead into his face. He was quite good looking, with high cheekbones and bright blue eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Hans,” she said, pleased her voice didn’t betray her nerves. “I’m Hannah.”

Jim appeared from the other side of the truck, which was still running. He had a small gear bag slung over one shoulder.

Hans turned to him with a deferential smile and a slight bow. “Welcome, Master Jim. With your permission, Sir, I will park your vehicle. You are free to enter with your slaves. Master Anthony is expecting you.”

“Thanks, Hans,” Jim said.

Hannah nearly opened her mouth to correct the man as to her status, but Charlotte caught her eye and gave a minute shake of her head.

“Go with it,” she mouthed.

Hannah grinned. Charlotte was right. She arrived with them, so the assumption was reasonable. It was exciting to be thought of as someone’s slave. While she didn’t see herself as slave material in real life, it was a very compelling fantasy.

As they walked down a stone walkway that led to the entrance, one of the double doors opened inward. A pretty young woman gestured for them to enter. The redhead was stark naked save for a gorgeous emerald-green slave collar made of what looked like the softest leather. Her hair fell in soft ringlets to her shoulders, framing a round face with lovely green eyes and a rosebud mouth.

“Welcome, Master Jim,” she said without a trace of self-consciousness. “We’re honored that you’ve chosen our home for your collaring ceremony. Welcome, Charlotte,” she added, “It’s wonderful to see you both again.”

Hannah caught her breath as she noticed a crisscross of pink welts on the girl’s full, heavy breasts, as if she’d been recently whipped. Small gold hoops hung from her gumdrop pink nipples. Her mons was shaven smooth.

Jim shrugged out of his leather jacket. Underneath, he wore only a black leather vest, open to reveal his curling blond chest hair and six-pack abs. “Good to seeyouagain, Katie,” he replied as he handed her thejacket. “Allof you,” he added with a wolfish grin, his gaze flickering over her bare body.

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