Hannah & the Dom Next Door

Hannah didn’t know what shocked her more, the way that small nip of pain had quickly morphed into pleasure or his plan for her to touch herself. Masturbation was one area of sex that she at least knew about even though, like almost everything else he had introduced her to; she had no personal experience with it. She caught his direct gaze in the mirror and asked for clarification. “You want me to touch myself?”

It was obvious from the look on her face that she was excited just as it was obvious this was another area she was lacking in experience. “Yes, and I’m going to watch while I brush your hair. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked her in a tone that let her know he expected an answer. She had to become more comfortable with her body before she could feel comfortable around him or others if he was lucky enough to introduce her to their club scene. Mitch pulled the band from the end of her long braid and slowly began to unravel her hair as he watched her wrestle with her answer.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” She instinctively knew he’d want honesty even if it wasn’t the reply he was hoping for. The slight tugs of her hair coming loose from her braid felt good, as good as the thought of him doing something so sweet as to brush it out.

“Good answer. Honesty is a must in any relationship.” Running his fingers through her loosened hair, he spread the long tresses out, marveling at the sheer beauty of the intertwining shades of browns and gold. “You won’t find the answer sitting there.”

Now, why did that deep, commanding voice make her melt inside, make her want to obey him more to please him than herself? Shoving aside her jumbled, confused thoughts, she mimicked his moves and kneaded her breasts, the feel of her hard nipples stabbing her palms giving her a good idea of how they felt to Mitch. That thought, along with the stimulation in her nipples, made her happy place even happier, her sheath getting so wet that she was able to see her damp curls surrounding the sheen of moisture glistening along her crease in the mirror. Embarrassment had her attempting to shift off his lap so she could close her knees, but Mitch had obviously been keeping a keen eye on her and quickly deflected her intent by widening his knees a fraction, palming the inside of her thighs to let her know he wanted them to remain that way. With her most private part put on display her first instinct was to protest. But the hard look on Mitch’s face stopped her.

He waited for her to relax before saying, “You may not be ready to admit it, but your body doesn’t lie. You like the way your hands are making you feel. Do you want to feel even better?”

“Yes,” she responded unequivocally. Running her fingers over her distended tips, she was surprised to feel her core quiver in response, the pleasurable sensation urging her on as she watched Mitch move one hand north to settle at the juncture of her splayed legs while he went back to tend her hair with his other hand.

Despite the decadent position, she was totally relaxed against his thighs, her fingers now moving faster on her nipples, her breathing increasing into short pants, her pale skin dampening with the rush of pleasure. “Mitch,” she breathed as her body spiraled out of control and she didn’t know how to steer it where she wanted to go.

“Pull on your nipples like I did,” he told her as he grabbed the brush off the bedside table and started running it through her hair.

The slight tugs on her scalp felt good, just as the harder tugs on her nipples did. The dual sensations bombarded her senses, throwing her into a tailspin of pleasure. A small whimper escaped her as she leaned fully back against him, trapping his hand and brush between them, her eyes unable to look away from the mirror.

Chuckling, pleased, Mitch wiggled his hand out from behind her, tossed the brush aside and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. Her soft ass made the perfect cushion for his stiff cock as his other hand cupped her pussy.

“Let me help. No,” he snapped out, “don’t close your eyes. Keep them open.”

Helpless to do anything but obey, Hannah watched in the mirror as he penetrated her vagina with his middle finger. The sight of her labia folding around his digit coupled with the feel of him rubbing that one special spot that enflamed her senses had her reaching for the orgasm that was hovering. She plucked at her nipples, his harsh breath at her ear making her shiver as that one finger moved to tease her clit. Her hips rose automatically against his hand, silently begging him for more while she struggled against the desperate urge to beg.

“You’re shaking. You want to come.”

“Yes,” she quickly admitted hoping he would end her torment.

Mitch pulled out of her slick sheath, let her watch as he licked his finger clean from her juices then took her right hand from her breast and lowered it to her pussy. “Then make yourself come. Let me feel you come apart.”

From the look on his face, Hannah knew if she wanted to climax this was the only way he was going to allow her to do it. Had she been on her own, she knew she wouldn’t do this no matter how much she wanted to, but having him in charge took that decision away from her as well as any lingering guilt she harbored over whether this was right.

As she slowly slid her finger inside herself, she studiously avoided looking at Mitch in the mirror. That left looking at what she was doing her only other option. She didn’t know what startled as well as excited her more, the warm, damp feel of her vagina for the first time or the way Mitch’s penis jerking against her rear elicited a warm gush over her finger. She gasped at the sensation, wiggling against his thighs as she tried to find the spot he was so good at locating, that one spot that made her feel so good.

“Take your time,” Mitch told her as he squeezed her right breast. “Get to know yourself by feel, where you like to be touched, how soft or how hard. We’re in no hurry.”

Hannah paused in her ministrations long enough to turn her head and glare up at him. “You may not be, then again you’ve already had your fun,” she reminded him tartly.

Mitch grinned at her. He liked the way that feisty streak overrode her shyness when she was pushed beyond her comfort level. Flexing his cock against her ass, he said, “And I’m ready for more fun, but I can wait.”

Just as he said that, Hannah found her special spot, that one place that was sure to push her closer to coming. “Oh God,” she whispered tremulously as she rubbed herself over and over, her hips shifting restlessly with her increasing pleasure. “Mitch.” She didn’t even know she whimpered his name on a plea, didn’t realize she was pleading for help until his finger rooted out her clitoris, joining hers in driving her to the edge of madness.

“Now, Hannah,” Mitch bit out as he milked her swollen little bud between his fingers while her finger continued to stroke her pussy. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Like a magnet to metal, she was powerless to resist the pull of his command. She was left with no choice but to obey that deep, demanding voice, no option but to let go and allow the exploding pleasure to take over her senses. Her last glimpse in the mirror before she closed her eyes was of his fingers working in tandem with hers, her legs splayed wide, her breasts swaying with her body’s gyrations. Fireworks erupted behind her closed lids as her skin dampened from her exertions. She felt her vaginal walls clamp around her finger, vaguely acknowledged that Mitch was feeling the same thing as well as the increased moisture from her climax. That knowledge seemed to set off more sparks in a kaleidoscope of colors, the increased pressure of his fingers around the most tender part of her anatomy making her cry out and shudder against his hard embrace.

Mitch lied when he told her they were in no hurry. Watching her, feeling her climax under her own hand made him desperate to have her again. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, he quickly sheathed himself then lifted her hips far enough to give him room to sink into her still spasming sheath. Her pussy enveloped him like a warm glove, her slick walls clutching at his cock with the final tremors of her climax.

“Mitch!” Hannah’s eyes flew open in startlement at the sudden shift in positions and the first thing she saw in the mirror was Mitch penetrating her, his penis replacing their fingers in a move so smooth it left her gasping. He gave her no time to adjust, no time to question right or wrong, no time to panic over her insecurity about the strange position and no time to recover from her first climax before he drove her straight into the throes of another one.

He took her over, physically and emotionally, as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, c

ontrolling her, his well-aimed thrusts rasping her clit over and over as the odd position allowed him to go deeper, the mirror allowing her to watch him thrust jarringly over and over. She could do nothing but accept the pleasure, watch as her body welcomed his, each hard thrust making her breasts bounce while she leaned back against him to keep her balance. Another orgasm ripped through her, had her clutching at the burgundy spread in an attempt to anchor herself against yet another storm of pleasure.

Mitch watched Hannah move around his kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and her panties, her hip length hair flowing freely down her back. It told him something that he preferred spending this rainy Saturday evening alone with her rather than at the club with his friends. He just didn’t want to delve too deeply right now into what that something was. The ferocity of the storm had abated and all that lingered was the soft sound of light rain and an occasional rumble of distant thunder, both of which he found soothing after the raging tempest of his orgasm. He could still feel the ripples of her orgasm around his cock, hear her startled gasp of pleasure, see the surprise and awe of her response reflected on her face. If he hadn’t already been exploding with his own pleasurable release, that look alone would have set him off.

She had frowned but didn’t argue when he handed her his shirt to don instead of her clothes. She did argue, rather adamantly, about going without panties. Reminding himself he needed to take slow steps in introducing Hannah to his alternative sexual preferences if he didn’t want to risk scaring her off, he had conceded on the underwear. For now. Watching her across the room from his seat on his favorite leather chair, he wished he hadn’t given in so quickly. Every time she bent over to get something she needed to make homemade pizza, he caught the white edge of her panties instead of the enticing under curve of her buttocks. He wondered if he stepped up behind her and slid those panties off if that would draw her out of the quiet, contemplative mood she has been in since coming downstairs. As much as he was enjoying seeing her in his kitchen, liking the domestic picture she made, he worried her silence and the small frown between her eyes meant she was regretting her behavior. As easier as it would be to have an affair with Hannah if she hadn’t come from such a strict, moral background, he couldn’t dismiss that it was her upbringing that made her the woman he found himself admiring above all others of his acquaintance. Unfortunately, if she found her actions and responses to what they had just done morally questionable, their relationship was doomed before it had begun. That bothered him more than he wanted to admit, so he shoved aside his own misgivings and decided to enjoy the rest of the night and leave the future to take care of itself.