Page 82 of Claiming Hannah


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He was learning that her use of the wordSirwas a way to indicate she was in a submissive state of mind.

Turning off the engine, he jumped from the car and moved quickly to the passenger side. He pulled open the door for her and held out a hand. “As soon as we’re in the house, you will go directlyto the guest bedroom and strip naked. You will then kneel on the carpet, arms extended along the floor in front of you, ass high in the air. I’ll join you shortly. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied in that throaty voice that made his dick hard.

Her hand was trembling slightly as she put the key in the lock, but she managed to get the door open. Once inside, she disappeared down the hall that led to the bedrooms. He, meanwhile, went into the kitchen. There, he filled a small mixing bowl with ice.

When he entered the bedroom, she was kneeling as directed, her luscious ass on display. He was pleased that she didn’t move as he entered the room. Some of the training at The Enclave had apparently stuck.

He set the ice on the nightstand and shucked his clothing quickly, eager to get this party started. Crouching beside her, he placed his hand on her upper back. He’d given the idea of a safeword some thought. While there was no such thing for slave trainees at The Enclave, things were different now. They were a new couple—if he even dared use that word—still figuring things out between them.

He was not going to make the same mistake he had then, assuming he knew what was best for her without taking the time to really understand her mindset. “I don’t think you’ll need it, but I want you to use your safeword if you need to. And you can always just tell me if things are getting too intense.”

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly, and he understood she was thanking him not only for the permission, but for showing her that he understood the new dynamic between them.

Mason sat on the bed and patted his thighs. “Come lie over my lap, facedown.”

When Hannah rose from the floor, her beautiful eyes were bright, her lovely nipples fully erect. As she lowered herself over his lap, he adjusted her body until he was satisfied with her position.Her head rested comfortably on the bed, her legs extended on the mattress, though he could feel the tension in her muscles.

He started gently, lightly stroking and tapping her bottom until she relaxed against him. Cupping his palm slightly, he slapped her flesh with a satisfying smack, enjoying the jiggle. She gave a small, sexy yelp but didn’t try to squirm away.

Little by little, he increased the intensity of his swats until her bottom was pleasantly pink and warm to the touch. “You ready for more?” he asked, his cock hard beneath her thigh.

“Yes, please, Sir,” she replied, to his delight.

He varied his strikes from soft to hard, keeping her on edge, not knowing what to expect next. At first, she flinched in anticipation of each swat. But after a while, she relaxed into the experience. He slipped his hand between her legs to cup her hot cunt. She was sopping wet, her inner thighs damp. The musky sweetness of her scent made his mouth water and his cock throb.

He covered every inch of her ample bottom, including the crease where ass meets thigh. Her yelping cries eventually subsided into moans as her bottom turned a beautiful shade of red, radiating heat beneath his touch. There was something intensely satisfying about seeing the imprint of his hand on her soft, glowing flesh.

He felt the precise moment when she slipped into that delicious, rarefied zone some called flying. Her entire body relaxed, every muscle loosening as a deep sigh escaped her lips. It was the same place he’d taken her that very first night, before he had any real idea who she was.

“Yes,” he urged softly. “Just like that, Hannah. Perfect.”

This time when he put some power behind the strike, she didn’t move a muscle or make a sound, save for another soft sigh. He struck her hard several more times and still she didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, a smile lifting the edges of her lips. She was in that zone where she no longer had the ability or physical awareness to use her safeword or otherwise stop him. It was up to him to keep her from harm.

He gradually eased the intensity of his strokes until he was lightly patting her heated flesh. Still, she didn’t move. He leaned over, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Hey, you,” he said softly. “You alive?”

“Mhmmmm,” she breathed. Her eyes slowly opened, her lips curving into a smile. “I’m better than alive. I’m in heaven, floating in the clouds.” Then a small pucker appeared between her brows, her eyes focusing on his face. “But, man, my poor ass is on fire.”

Grinning, Mason reached for the bowl of ice. He plucked a cube and ran it lightly over her hot flesh. She sucked in a breath at the sudden cold.

“Oh, that feelsgood,” she said, giving a deeply southern inflection to the word.

He continued to rub the ice over her flesh. Once her skin had cooled, he dropped the melting ice back into the bowl.

“I didn’t think to pack Aubrey’s miracle balm. We should take a ride up to The Enclave later. If you want to, that is,” he added hurriedly, not wanting to pressure her in any way.

She lifted her head, twisting back to meet his gaze. “I would like that,” she said with a smile. Then, to his pleased surprise, she rolled from his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs.

Gently cupping his balls with one hand, she lowered her mouth over his rock-hard shaft. Mason groaned as she expertly milked his cock. As a powerful climax rose inside him, he reached for her head, intent on holding her in place while he loosed his seed down her throat.

But, to his surprise, Hannah twisted adroitly away, his cock falling from her lips. “I want you to beg for it,” she said, eyes sparkling, a grin on her face.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree,” he replied with a laugh. Before she could respond or get away, he reached for her, lifting her into his arms. Half rising from the bed, he threw her down on the mattress and straddled her hips. Pinning her arms easily overher head, he added, “I just gave you a spanking, but clearly you need another. Maybe next time with the paddle.”

A look of genuine fear flashed in her eyes, releasing the sadist in him.

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