Hannah & the Dom Next Door

“Hannah, for tonight, tonight only, I’ll defer to your wishes concerning my actions. I promised Colin I’d do this for him before I planned on bringing you here, which means I’ll be touching Olivia while Colin introduces her to something new. Are you okay with that?”

Hannah’s first reaction was a stab of white-hot jealousy, but she took a moment to think about it before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know,” she finally admitted. Obviously this was something that he indulged in, at least here at the club and whether she liked it or not, a part of the alternative lifestyle he was introducing her to. It wasn’t as if they were committed to each other, had declared strong feelings for each other or were planning a future together. Instead of reassuring her, those facts just made her…sad.

“Would you rather stay in the main room while I do this?”

“If you were spending the evening with one of these other women, would you give them that choice?”

“No.”

His answer decided the matter for her. He was going above and beyond his usual concessions just for her, and that alone meant something to her, even if it didn’t to him. “Then I want to go with you. Are you…I mean, will you have sex with her?”

Mitch smiled at her. He liked the jealousy coloring her tone and darkening her pretty eyes. “Of course not. I won’t lie, my friends shared their wives before they were married, but other than light touching now, they’re very possessive. And that’s all I’ll be doing with Olivia.”

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, but her relief was short lived when he led her back inside without covering her breasts. “Uh, Mitch, wait a minute. I need to fix my dress.”

“No you don’t. Leave it, Hannah,” he ordered her without turning around to see if she obeyed.

Okay, I can do this, Hannah thought, determined not to embarrass him as they walked across the plushy carpeted floor towards a hallway she was just now noticing. She could feel eyes on her as she followed Mitch and was totally taken aback to find herself responding as she did when Colin looked upon her nakedness. Shelving her questionable behavior to dissect later, she concentrated on what Mitch was saying as they entered the dimly lit, wide hall.

“We’ll linger later, but this first room is the bedroom, for obvious reasons,” Mitch told her as they walked by the room with three king size beds. “The room here on the right is the office, set up for role play and,” he pointed out as he kept moving, “this room is the doctor’s office.”

Hannah didn’t have time to be embarrassed over the way people in the hall were giving her bare breasts appreciative looks because her attention was diverted by the brief glimpses of what was going on in each of the rooms Mitch pointed put. She caught sight of multiple, naked writhing bodies in the bedroom, a brief glimpse of a woman on her knees giving a man a blowjob as another man swung a wicked looking crop across her buttocks in the office and a shocking glance of a woman on a gynecology table, another woman’s face buried between her widely splayed legs. By the time Mitch led her into a darkened room that looked too much like a dungeon for her peace of mind, her mind and body were struggling with sensory overload.

“Mitch?” she squealed when she spotted a woman strapped on a wooden cross, her naked body glistening with perspiration as a tall, good-looking man snapped a wicked looking, multi strand flogger across her breasts.

Mitch turned at her shocked voice and grinned when he saw Crystal on the St. Andrew’s cross enjoying a thorough flogging from Bruce, a long time regular. “It’s all consensual and safe,” he assured her as he led her to where he spotted Colin strapping Olivia on a bench. “I’d love to see you up there,” he told her seriously, his eyes hot on her breasts.

Hannah was beginning to think he could talk her into anything just by giving her that look, as if she was the only woman in the room he couldn’t wait to have. “You would?”

“I would. Kneel here, sweetheart. You can watch me or the other scenes from that spot.”

He didn’t give her time to question or balk at his humiliating order as he turned and stepped up to Olivia’s side where her husband had her arms bound at her sides and her legs lifted in a wide vee, a wide strap around her thighs attached to the wrist straps. Hannah sank to her knees, now strangely grateful for Mitch’s order as she didn’t think her rubbery limbs were going to keep her up much longer. The only lighting in this room came from wall sconces, giving the room an eerie look, the sounds of slapping flesh and low moans adding to the macabre atmosphere.

Hannah found herself strangely titillated by the goings on in this room, the way the women seemed to like being bound, their bodies marked with various instruments. She couldn’t fault them the pleasure they were obviously getting from the pain. Her butt still hurt from the paddle, her cheeks still felt warm and swollen, those lingering sensations feeding her arousal as much as everything she was seeing.

What shocked her most was watching Mitch cup his hands over Olivia’s up thrust breasts and feeling her own core dampen. Was it because she knew the pleasure those large, calloused hands could give or because she knew what he was doing was helping ease her friend into a new experience? Probably both, she guessed as she watched Colin standing between Olivia’s legs, reach between them with a well lubed hand and fill her sheath with three fingers. Mesmerized, wondering what he was going to do that he hasn’t done before, she watched as Colin slowly added a fourth finger, making Hannah cringe at the tight fit.

Mitch looked over at Hannah kneeling on the floor, her yellow dress flared around her knees, her awesome breasts adorned with tight, pointed nipples and a look on her face that could only be described as totally enthralled. He was surprised at her quick acceptance of his order to kneel as well as the way she was taking in the BDSM activities with such fascinated interest. Her response on the deck had gone above and beyond what he could have hoped for her first public display, but her reaction to this room gave him the hope he had been aching for that meant their relationship just might go beyond a short-term affair.

He kneaded Olivia’s soft, small mounds, rubbing his palm over her nipples, returning his concentration to the task at hand. Her gasp when Colin inserted a fourth finger had him pinching her nipples, twisting the small buds into even tighter pinpoints. Her light brown eyes glazed over with lust and her hips lifted against Colin’s invading hand.

“Good, Olivia,” Colin murmured to his wife as he pulled his fingers out of her clutching pussy, tucked his thumb inside and, with his other hand stroking her quivering thigh, he slowly pushed his fist inside her.

Mitch bent his head, drew her right nipple into his mouth as he continued to torment the left with his fingers. Swirling his tongue around the distended tip, he nipped then soothed then nipped again until her gasps turned to pants and her body dampened with the effort to hold back.

“Not yet, Olivia,” Colin told her as, with one last push, he buried his entire fist into her snug pussy.

“Master, please,” Olivia whimpered, the pain and discomfort of his fisting quickly giving way to pleasure, the need to climax.

“Now, baby,” Hannah heard Colin say right before he pulled his hand from her body, went to his knees and buried his mouth between her legs. Olivia’s cry of pleasure made Hannah’s own sheath spasm in need, her shock over what she had just witnessed giving way to the renewed lust coursing through her. Looking at Mitch, watching him suckle the

other woman’s breasts, adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, she found herself grateful that he had allowed her to see this side of him, giving pleasure and comfort while not expecting anything in return.

When he returned to her and held out his hand, his intense look of combined lust and need was for her alone and she knew she was coming back next week for more.

Chapter Fifteen

Mitch sounded the bell that indicated the day was over for his crew thirty minutes earlier than usual. The plans he had for Hannah tonight have kept him from concentrating on his job not just today, but for the past week. He hasn’t looked forward to spending a Saturday night at the club with so much enthusiasm in a long time. Meeting Hannah, having her turn out to be nothing like he had imagined an Amish widow would be, has been an eye opener as well as a kick in the gut for him. She managed to send his preconceived notions right out the window their first encounter and has kept him on his toes ever since. She was nothing like the woman he pictured himself falling for, yet now, he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. She’s slipped under his skin so quickly, so deeply, he’s still reeling from the impact, and the pleasure.