Hannah & the Dom Next Door

“Very good,” he praised her for her honesty. “Now tell me why you didn’t call me tonight.”

“I thought about it,” she admitted reluctantly. She’d rather concentrate on the excitement he was building with his caresses, but she could tell from the look on his face he wasn’t going to give her the release she craved until he got the answers he wanted.

“And?” he prompted as he entered her pussy with one finger, rubbing the cloth over her clit briefly, just enough to make her gasp and lift against his hand.

“Our relationship has been about sex. I didn’t know if you’d…oh God,” she moaned when he rubbed her clitoris again, lifting his other hand to pull tautly on her left nipple.

“You didn’t know if what? If I’d want to be bothered? If I’d want to know the woman I’ve been having an affair with was accosted, traumatized? If I cared?” It was the last remark he hurtled at her that bothered Mitch the most. How could she not know he cared? Then again, their relationship has been about sex, and he had to remember that, for someone like Hannah, who was raised in a completely different culture, he could see how she would think like she had.

“Mitch!” she protested both his anger and his sudden departure from stimulating her into a frenzy of need.

Releasing the cloth, Mitch lifted her left foot onto the rim of the tub then did the same with her right, leaving her legs elevated and spread eagle. “Don’t move,” he ordered harshly when she started to lift her feet from where he set them.

Hannah swallowed convulsively, one part of her excited about this position and what he might do, another mortified at the way her sheath was so lewdly displayed, her labia spread to reveal the pink recesses of her vagina, her lack of pubic hair making her look and feel even more exposed. Gripping the sides of the tub, she did as he said and kept her legs where he positioned them, even though it was extremely difficult and required concentration.

“Here’s how it is, Hannah.” Leaning forward, he kissed her before continuing. “I care about you and I want our relationship to expand, to introduce you to another aspect of my life that’s very important to me.” He didn’t tell her how important her reaction and her acceptance of his club activities were to determining how far their relationship could go. He needed her to decide if those alternative practices were something she wanted on her own, without worrying about whether or not her decision would hinder their relationship.

“You do?” she breathed, both surprised and pleased.

“I do. And I think you care about me too.” Mitch knew from almost the beginning of their relationship that a woman with such strict morals wouldn’t enter into a sexual relationship unless she felt something for her partner.

“Yes, of course I do,” she quickly admitted. How much she didn’t know, but as his fingers played lightly between her legs, she found her concentration slipping again.

Mitch saw her struggle, both mentally and physically, to stay in the position he placed her in as well as follow their conversation, which gave him the opening he needed. “It’d be easier,” he told her as he ran his fingers lightly between the soft flesh of her crotch, “if you were restrained. Then you wouldn’t have to struggle to do as I say, all you’d have to do is enjoy.” Slipping one finger inside her, he lightly grazed her swollen clit before retreating.

“You want to do that? Tie me up again?” she squeaked, remembering the time he had tied her hands on the lounge. Once again she discovered the idea of not having to worry about displeasing him, not having to concentrate on anything except the pleasure he was so very good at invoking, very appealing. “You did that on the lounge.”

“I did and it made it easier for you to relax and take what I was giving you, didn’t it?”

“Honestly, I don’t remember.”

“That’s right, you were coming too hard and fast to even note what I’d done.” Mitch leaned forward and drew her nipple into his mouth as he added another finger to her pussy. Taking a minute to arouse her some more, he dove deeply into her pussy, making the water swirl as he finger fucked her with sure, deep strokes while sucking hard enough on her nipple he was almost positive he was going to leave an old fashioned hickey behind.

It only took seconds to have her moaning, to feel her hips surging against his hand as her slick channel tightened around his fingers. Pulling back, he bit back a smile when she gave him that irritable little frown, her chest lifting on a deep breath of frustration, her nipple berry red and contracted into a stiff peak, her hands tightly gripping the side of the tub.

“I belong to a club, Hannah,” he admitted as he pressed her clit between his thumb and finger. “A sex club owned by Ethan’s brothers, Anna, Olivia and Kayla’s husbands and my best friends.” He watched her closely for her reaction, waited to see if dealing with his admission was more important than climaxing.

“You do?” she breathed on a pant as he milked her clit just light enough to keep her hovering on the precipice of release, a much needed release. She didn’t know if her body’s instant response, the way she heated at his revelation, her nipples pulsed even harder, her core flooding with moisture was because he was tormenting her or because of what he had just revealed.

“I do, and I want to take you there. It’s such an important part of my life, of who I am, that I want to share with you.” Mitch pressed a bit harder on her clit, watching her closely. Leaning forward again, he said against her lips, “I want to fuck you there, Hannah,” then kissed her deeply as he gave her what she wanted and let her explode in orgasm. It only took a few hard squeezes on that small piece of engorged flesh to have her screaming into his mouth, her hips thrashing as she exploded under him. Amazingly, she managed to keep her legs braced on the tub’s sides.

Hannah was still reeling from her powerful climax, barely registering what he had said, when he helped her out of the tub. He shocked her again by bending her over his thick arm and swatting her butt with several hard smacks, landing one after another in quick succession. “Ouch! Mitch, what…”

“This is for not calling me, for worrying me and for not trusting that I could be there for you.” Mitch swatted her wet buttocks several more times, finding it difficult to hold on to her squirming, wet naked body. “Hannah,” he warned t

ightly.

Hannah quit struggling, obeying that tone immediately. As soon as she stilled, the heat he raised across her cheeks spread to her sheath making her vagina pulse with renewed arousal. The next few swats were lighter, extended to the under curve of her buttocks and the top of her thighs and were just as arousing.

“Very nice, sweetheart. Now you get rewarded.” It was difficult for him to ignore the tantalizing view of her reddened ass, but tonight was all about her so he continued to rein in his own raging lust. Thrusting three fingers into her pussy, discovering she was wet, swollen and ready for more, he quickly gave her another orgasm.

Her body was still shuddering in pleasure when Mitch scooped her up and carried her into his bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he glanced at Roxy who was bouncing against the side in an attempt to join her. “Not tonight, Roxy.” Turning back to Hannah, he was happy to see the sated, relaxed and sleepy look on her face. “Get comfortable. I’m going to dig out an old blanket and make a bed for Roxy before joining you.”

Hannah fell asleep thinking how sweet he was to see that Roxy was comfortable, to give her so much pleasure after her ordeal while withholding his own needs and to want to include her more fully into his life. At that last thought, her eyes flew open as she remembered what that meant. A sex club. Naked at a sex club, in front of others. Having sex in front of others. God help her, she really didn’t know how she felt about that possibility. Thankfully, she was too tired tonight to give the matter anymore thought.

The feel of a small, soft tongue licking his ass woke Mitch several hours later. Since Hannah was spooned in front of him, his cock nestled nicely against her still warm ass; he knew it wasn’t her tongue on him. Which meant that the little devil had managed to get up on the bed all by her little three-legged self. Reaching behind him, he picked up the puppy and warned her, “Stay at the foot of the bed or else,” before giving her a push that way. To his surprise, she curled into a ball and promptly shut her eyes.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t so lucky. A man could only take so much, he thought as he sheathed himself and slowly pushed into Hannah’s pussy from behind. It was his turn to shudder as he found her wet and accommodating. Peaking over her shoulder, he could barely see in the darkness but could tell her eyes were closed. As he started to move, he found there was something very intimate about being cocooned under the covers, fucking in darkness and silence. He didn’t know if she was awake, but when her hips started moving with him, he lowered his arm from under her breasts to her hips, pinning her back against him.