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)
“Yes, Sir,” she said, his words appearing to calm her.
Moving his hands from her shoulders, he cupped her lovely breasts, gently pressing them together.
“Do well during this session and you will be rewarded.” Before he could control his impulse, Mason lowered his head and sucked one perfect nipple into his mouth.
Hannah’s soft moan brought him back to his senses. Dropping his hands, he took a step back. “Climb up on the bench and straddle it, facedown, ass up,” he said briskly. “I’m going to strap you down.”
As she tentatively approached the bench, he nodded.
“That’s it. Up you go.”
Chapter 24
Only the week before, Hannah had watched with longing as Mark had secured Jaime to this very spanking bench. Now she was the one draped over it, her shins and forearms flat against the padded side rests.
Earlier, while Lucia and she were clearing away the things, loading the dishwasher and tidying the kitchen, Lucia had given Hannah a steady dose of much needed encouragement and support. She’d also gently reminded Hannah that she had entered into the new contract willingly and that, while she might be scared, on some level she had to want what was happening.
“I do want it,” Hannah had agreed. “I’ve dreamed about something like this my entire adult life. Now, I’ve finally got the chance to live out my fantasies. It’s just… It’s turning out to be harder than I anticipated.”
“Hard isn’t necessarily bad,” Lucia had reminded her. “Even so, you still have a choice. You always have the option, just as Lia did, of leaving The Enclave. D/s only works with full consent. Submission by its nature is something you give willingly and with all your heart. So, if this doesn’t feel right, there’s no shame in that, Hannah. No one would judge you.”
“So, those are my choices?” Hannah had asked, aware she sounded petulant. “Play ball or go home?”
Lucia had laughed. “Basically, yes. While you’re here at The Enclave, you need to play by our rules. The fact Master Anthony and Master Mason allowed you hard limits is already something of a concession. Take comfort in that, and trust that Master Mason will keep you safe.”
Lucia was right. Hannah was there by choice. And Mason believed in her. He thought she was strong and brave. He saw something in her worth nurturing, and that was thrilling in and of itself. While this particular scenario involving multiple Doms didn’t mesh precisely with her vision of a more intimate sort of D/s, she wanted to remain open to the experience. Mason’s advice made sense. She would focus on the thrill of submission and the erotic pleasures surely in store for her. She would flow with it, and see where it took her.
She sighed with pleasure as he brought wide bands of leather over her lower back, wrists and calves, binding her securely in place. The bench was nicely padded. There was even a headrest like the kind on fancy massage tables, which had the added benefit of allowing her to hide her face.
“Comfortable?” Mason asked, his hand coming to rest on her upper back.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, lifting her head. As comfortable as she could be with her ass and cunt on full display.
Mason appeared beside her and crouched so they were at eye level. “You’re gonna do just fine tonight, Hannah.” This close, she couldn’t help but notice how charmingly his eyes crinkled at the corners. There was genuine warmth there, and kindness. “You’re ready for this, or I wouldn’t have brought you here,” he added. “This is your chance to show me—and more importantly, to show yourself—that you have what it takes to be a slave girl.”
He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek with his scarred, calloused fingers.
“Make me proud.” Then he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. It was just a brief brush of his lips, but her skin tingled at his touch.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. “I will.”
He rose and stepped away, his manner suddenly no-nonsense. “Good girl. Let’s get this party started.”
People were entering the dungeon. When she saw Brandon making a beeline toward them, Hannah quickly dropped her head back into the cradle. She felt like a little girl who believed if she hid her face, no one else could see her.
“Hey there,” Mason said. “Where’s your better two-thirds?”
It took Hannah a moment to parse that sentence before she understood.
“Marjorie was in the mood for a full body massage,” Brandon replied. “Katie is tending to her up in our suite. So your invitation was perfect timing. I’m looking forward to playing with your girl toy.”
Girl toy?
Hannah couldn’t quite decide if she liked the playful term or not.
“Great ass,” Brandon added, giving Hannah’s bottom a playful swat. “I like a woman with a little meat on her bones.”
She didn’t get a chance to feel insulted, immediately distracted by the touch of a finger running lightly along the crack between her ass cheeks. She would have slammed her legs closed if she’d been able. As it was, she could only twitch.