Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror, he said, “Please spread your legs and pleasure yourself. You will tell me when you are about to come.”
Hannah was struck dumb for several long seconds. Was he serious?
Again, he said, “Is there a problem, Hannah? I was told you had been advised to obey me as you would any Master. This is a very simple directive. I will be forced to report your disobedience when we arrive back at The Enclave.”
Okay, don’t blow this before you’ve even started, Hannah cautioned herself. The thought of his tattling on her was as much of an incentive as her desire to participate fully in the process. She didn’t want to arrive with a black mark already on her report card.
“No,” she said hurriedly. “You don’t need to report me. I-I’m doing as you ask.”
Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t see his in the mirror, she licked her fingers and slipped her hand under her dress. She was startled to discover she was already sopping wet. In spite of her nerves, this whole thing was turning her on. Here she was in the back seat of a sedan, her driver coolly directing her to masturbate for him as he drove.
She imagined herself draped over a spanking bench, wrists and ankles locked into place, ass bare. A hard hand smacked her bottom over and over until she was whimpering in protest. When her bottom was on fire, her heart pounding, fists clenched and toes curled, he cupped her burning ass cheeks and then slipped a hard finger into her wetness.
She moaned in her fantasy and then realized a split second later that she’d actually moaned aloud. Her eyes flew open and met Hans’ in the mirror. He arched a brow.
“Are you close?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, too aroused now to be embarrassed of what she was doing. “Very close.”
“You will stop at once,” he barked. “Place your hands on top of your head and hold that position until I say otherwise.”
Her fingers had continued of their own accord while he spoke. As his words penetrated the fog of her lust, she managed a shaky laugh. “Seriously?”
To her surprise, Hans pulled over sharply onto the shoulder of the narrow road. He put the car in park and turned back to her, his expression grave. Alarmed and embarrassed, Hannah pulled her hand from between her legs and sat up straighter, again forcing herself to meet his eye.
“I was told you were joining us for ten days of modified slave training that would begin when you entered the car,” Hans said, his voice stern. “I was told you understood you were to obey me as an extension of our Masters for the duration of this drive. Yet, you seem to have trouble with the most basic commands.”
“Gosh, I, uh… I’m sorry,” Hannah managed, suddenly feeling like she was four years old. “This is, um, strange for me.”
His expression softened. “Listen, Hannah. This isn’t a game we are playing. It is a lifestyle we embrace and cherish. Master Anthony has made the decision to give you a glimpse into our private world. If these very simple tasks I am giving you are cause for distress, vielleicht nimmst du dir zu viel vor? In English I think the expression is that you have perhaps bitten off more than you can chew? There is no shame in that. I will drive you back to your home and let Master Anthony—”
“No,” Hannah exclaimed, alarmed. “I’m sorry, uh, Sir. I didn’t mean to mess up like this right off the bat. I just wasn’t expecting…I don’t really know what I was expecting, to tell you the truth. Can we…can we just start over? I’ll do better. I promise.”
“We can. But I’ll still have to report this, Hannah.”
Hannah bit back her desire to whine and wheedle her way out of the situation. He was right—this wasn’t a game. Her nearly desperate need to climax had evaporated. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a small voice.
“Good girl. Now,” he said, a cruel smile lifting his red lips, “you will start over. I’m going to watch this time. Bring yourself to the edge of orgasm. Tell me when you’re about to come.”
Oh god. This was much worse than doing it while he was distracted with driving. Could she really deal with having a beautiful gay man at least fifteen years her junior stare at her while she frigged herself in his back seat? She would die of embarrassment.
She guessed that was the point. Hadn’t she written similar scenarios in her novels? Modesty had no place in a slave’s repertoire—she understood that. While she herself was no slave, she had agreed to try this experiment. The members of The Enclave were graciously doing this for her, not the other way around.
Determined this time to obey to the letter, she let her eyes close and concentrated on her pleasure. Again, the mystery Dom in her mind stood behind her, alternating a blistering spanking with delicious cunt teasing until she was about to explode.