Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Upon Hannah’s return, she immediately went back to work on me again, initially teasing me with some kind of soft feathery thing, and then, with her lips and tongue, until my cock miraculously became rock-hard again. When I was sufficiently at her mercy, Hannah slipped on her high heels again, straddled me, and began riding my newly hard cock like a drunken barfly riding a mechanical bull. It’s what she’s still doing now, with her head thrown back and her nipples as hard as stones. And I’m fucking loving it.
“Tell me zhe secret!” Hannah demands with a sharp twist of my nipples.
I’m out of my head. Jacked up on pleasure. Drowning in a sea of love and sexual delirium. “I’m falling for you,” I murmur.
“Yes!” Hannah shouts, her movements on top of me intensifying. She twists my nipples again. This time, a touch harder. “What else?”
“I . . . I’m crazy about you.”
Another twist. “What else?”
“I . . . I adore you.”
Fucking hell. She twists my nipples again, even harder. And even though it hurts like hell, I’m suddenly and unexpectedly shattered by a massive orgasm that comes on like a hurricane. I yell Hannah’s name as my release throttles me, and then twitch against my bindings like a fish on a riverbank until it subsides.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah,” I murmur.
“I’m Zelda.”
“Well, Zelda’s a fucking sadist.”
“Correct. And proud of it. Stupid Hannah wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
I can’t help laughing. “Did either of you come?”
“No. We both got close, but no cigar.”
“Untie me. I’ll get you both there in record time.”
Breathing hard, Hannah unties my bindings and flops onto her back, at which point I attack her breasts and nipples with my mouth while fingering her clit and G-spot.
As promised, it doesn’t take long. In fact, in mere minutes, Hannah or Zelda—not sure which—arches her back and comes hard against my fingers inside her. When her release is complete, she snuggles against me and sighs like a Disney princess looking into a wishing well.
“Is that you, Hannah?” I ask.
“Yes. Zelda left through the window like a puff of smoke.”
I chuckle. “Tell her thank you for me.”
“I will. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”
“Not at all. Well, a little bit. But it was well worth it. That was so much fun.” I kiss the top of Hannah’s head. “Thank you. Next time, I’ll tie you up, so you can experience that kind of fun, too.”
“No, that’s okay. When you asked me where I keep the bungee cords, that’s when I suddenly realized I’ve never once had a bondage fantasy that involved me being the one tied up. Every time I’ve pictured doing that, I’m always the one in control. I can’t honestly imagine myself being that vulnerable, not even with someone I trust completely.” She brushes her fingertips against my bare chest. “Are you disappointed about that?”
“Of course, not. Like I always say, I only want to do what you’re comfortable with. It wouldn’t be fun for me, otherwise.”
“Tell the truth, though, when you came back into the room with all that stuff in your hands, were you the tiniest bit upset at me for flipping the script on you?”
“Upset? Hell no. I was nothing but stoked. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Just making sure.”
“I’ve never fantasized about being tied up, to be honest, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
Hannah cuddles close. “I must admit, I loved the way you shrieked at the hot wax.”
I chuckle. “So, you admit Zelda’s not the only sadist here? Hannah’s got a sadistic streak, too?”
“I guess so. Who knew?”
We both laugh.
I love you.
The words have once again popped into my head. Hannah would say them back to me, if I said them now, I think. I’m ninety-nine percent sure she would, but it’s that one percent chance that’s keeping my tongue tied.
Hannah kisses my chest. “I’m crazy about you, too,” she whispers. “And I adore you, too.” She lifts her head and levels me with a dazzling smile. “In fact, I’m falling pretty damned hard for you, Peter Hennessey, if you want to know the truth.”
My heart is pounding in my ears. My body vibrating with the urge to say it.
Nope.
I can’t do it.
Not yet.
“I’m falling pretty damned hard for you, too, Hannah Milliken.” It’s a lie, obviously. I’m not falling for Hannah—I’ve already soundly fallen. In fact, I’ve crashed through five floors and straight into the basement on my fall. But this phrasing will have to do for now.
Hannah squeezes me and snuggles close again. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I’m going to miss you, too.”
I hold her close, stroking the length of her naked back, until, after a while, her breathing becomes rhythmic and her body relaxed in my arms. “Hannah?” She doesn’t reply. “459,” I whisper, ever so softly, just in case I’m wrong about her being fast asleep. When she doesn’t reply again, I silently mouth the words “I love you.” And then, pull my little dominatrix close, shut my eyes, and command myself to join Hannah in blissful sleep for at least a few hours before my early alarm goes off for my flight to Munich.