Page 9 of Claiming Hannah


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Hannah smiled warmly at Lucia. “I’m so glad you enjoy my stories. It means a lot to me.”

To her surprise, Lucia placed her hands on her hips and fixed Hannah with a surprisingly stern gaze. The effect was mildly comical, given her nudity. “You left us with a cliffhanger last year, Ms. Rose. Tell me you’re almost done with the next installment.”

Hannah shook her head ruefully. “I wish I could say yes. I’ve been suffering from writer’s block. Too stuck in my own head, I guess.”

“No worries,” Anthony interjected. “We know just the thing to remove writer’s block, or any kind of block, don’t we, Lucia?”

“Yes, Master Anthony,” she replied with an angelic smile. Anthony’s smile, on the other hand, looked decidedly devilish.

“All joking aside,” he said. “I hope you will join Lucia and me for a scene in the dungeon after the ceremony.”

“Oh, I, um…” Hannah sputtered stupidly, dumbfounded and thrilled in equal measure. While she’d hoped someone would toss her a bone, she hadn’t dreamed it would be Anthony Gerace himself.

“Please,” Lucia added earnestly. “We would be honored.”

“I’d love to,” she blurted, trying to ignore the panicky feeling rising in her gut. No way was she going to throw away the most amazing opportunity of her life. But in the interest of full disclosure, she felt compelled to add, “I should tell you, I’ve never actually participated in a scene before. I mean, I’ve observed plenty, and my late husband and I dabbled a bit. But I have no real experience to speak of.”

“Master Anthony is excellent with newbies, Hannah,” Lucia assured her. “You couldn’t ask for a better introduction.”

“You’ll be fine,” Anthony added. “I’ll see to it.”

“If I may have your attention,” Brandon said in a loud voice. “We’re ready to begin.”

Lucia sank at once to her cushion while Anthony took a seat on the sofa. Hannah turned to sit beside him, but he stopped her with a shake of his head.

“No, Hannah,” he said, capturing her again in his powerful gaze. “Tonight you will kneel beside Lucia.” It wasn’t a question but rather a declaration.

She glanced at Lucia, who knelt with her back straight, her hands loosely clasped, her expression calm and serene. Feeling as if she were entering one of her own novels, Hannah lowered herself to the free cushion beside Lucia. Her knees creaked and her skirt hampered hermovement a little, but she managed to assume the position without toppling over.

Someone dimmed the lights in the room, leaving only a spotlight on the hearth. Jim and Brandon stood on one side of the bondage table, Charlotte and Marjorie on the other. The silent, naked slaves remained in position, hands clasped behind their backs, heads bowed.

Once the room was silent, Brandon said, “We are here tonight to celebrate the formal collaring of slave Charlotte by Master Jim. Before the actual collaring, as a demonstration of her devotion, Charlotte has chosen to be pierced by her Master.”

At a nod from Jim, Marjorie moved behind Charlotte and unhooked her bustier. As it fell away, she handed the garment to one of the kneeling slaves.

Charlotte, now bare-chested, her miniskirt riding low on her hips, allowed Marjorie to help her onto the table. Charlotte lifted her arms over her head, crossing them at the wrist. Standing at the head of the table, Marjorie placed both her hands around Charlotte’s wrists to hold her in place.

Charlotte had pretty breasts, small and round, the nipples prominent. Brandon matter-of-factly swabbed her nipples with alcohol while Jim opened a small kit and removed the hollow piercing needle.

While Hannah had never had the chance to attend a piercing demo, she’d done plenty of research on the topic, and had written many scenes involving needle play. She was in awe of Charlotte for having the courage, despite her admitted nerves, to undergo a public piercing as a way to show her love and submission for her man.

Hannah’s own nipples tingled in sympathy and anticipation as Brandon gripped one of Charlotte’s nipples, pulling it taut. His expression calm and assured, Jim bent over and placed the tip of the sharp needle on the side of Charlotte’s nipple.

Hannah held her breath, her heart beating high in her throat as Jim pushed the needle through flesh. She forced herself not to look away as he slowly threaded the jewelry through the hollow piercing needle. Suddenly dizzy, she closed her eyes as she swayed slightly on her knees.

A small hand closed over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. Opening her eyes, she glanced toward Lucia.

“You okay?” Lucia whispered.

Hannah drew in a breath and let it out, her dizziness falling away. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Thanks.”

When she looked back at the stage, it appeared Jim had completed piercing the second nipple. As he helped Charlotte to a sitting position, Hannah saw the tiny diamonds glinting on either side of each nipple.

Charlotte stared down, pure delight lighting her face. Looking up at Jim, she cried, “I love them! Thank yousomuch, Master Jim.”

While the room erupted with cheers and applause, Jim helped Charlotte from the table, proud as a peacock. As he pulled Charlotte into a careful embrace, he dipped his head to whisper something in her ear. In response, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth, eliciting another round of applause.

The two slave trainees rose to their feet and moved to the satin-covered bondage table. Hannah couldn’t help but notice that not only the young woman, but also the man was shorn of his pubic hair. The head of his rather large cock was pierced with a captive bead ring.

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