Hannah & the Dom Next Door

sweetheart.”

Sometimes she thought he called her that endearment, in that softly caressing tone to distract her from what he was doing. If so, it worked. She automatically obeyed, spreading her feet and watching as he attached the bar to the ankle cuffs leaving her completely bound. When he rose in front of her, he was holding one more object in his hand.

“I’ve decided you’ll do better if you’re blindfolded.” Covering her eyes with the black satin cloth, he tied it behind her head, saying, “This way you can concentrate on feeling and not worry about the surroundings. There’s only us right now, Hannah, and we’re going to make you feel good.”

Even though she could still hear the low murmur of voices, the sounds of slapping flesh and the high pitched cries of pleasure, Hannah was glad she didn’t have to see people watching her. She even quit worrying what Colin was doing behind her when she felt Mitch’s mouth close over her right breast, the strong suction of his lips followed by the sharp nip of his teeth making her moan in pleasure. The barely discernible swoosh coming from behind her wasn’t enough warning to prepare her for the sudden snap of leather strands across her buttocks, the contact more startling than painful.

“What is that?” she gasped as a second stroke landed with more bite, but nothing compared to the spankings Mitch had tormented her with.

“A flogger and Colin is very good at wielding it. Having him behind you leaves me free to do this.” Mitch drew on her left nipple and tortured that bud as he heard the flogger land again on her ass. Most women, especially newbies like Hannah, tolerated the sting of leather strips better on the fleshier parts of their bodies, such as their asses, thighs or even breasts. Those into harder core pain liked the strokes on their backs also, where there wasn’t as much padding to absorb the blows.

Mitch nodded to Jason who had just joined them, watching Hannah closely when they both bent to her breasts just as Colin snapped the flogger on her ass again.

Hannah jerked with the next stroke then was shocked to feel two mouths surrounding her nipples, two pairs of lips suckling, two sets of teeth nibbling her sensitive tips. The stunning pleasure of the dual assault combined with the heat now building across her cheeks was enough to temporarily shelve the instant feeling of betrayal that Mitch was allowing someone else to touch her so intimately, but not enough to suppress her need for reassurance.

“Mitch?”

“Right here, like I promised. Don’t think, Hannah,” he told her as he tugged on her nipple with his fingers, “just feel.”

Hannah relaxed at the sound of his voice, winced as the next slash of the leather strands struck with more force, then trembled as the slight sting spread straight to her core. The images of the three men and what they were doing to her and the pleasure they were wreaking on her senses made her want to let go without feeling guilty about betraying her moral beliefs. There will be time later to question her actions, as well as Mitch’s, but right now her body insisted she go with the pleasure.

The small nips of pain from the flogger were gone so fast she barely had time to register them, but the tingling and warmth they left behind was having a prolonged effect. Her sheath felt so swollen, so wet she ached and her nipples were being tortured into fiery pinpoints of pleasure and all the while she held her breath waiting for the next stroke from Colin. When it came, it was slightly harder, making her cry out more from the stinging pleasure than pain. Her head fell back as she felt lips move down her waist, but her attention was returned to the surface when those lips caressed the bare folds of her labia.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, vaguely wondering which man had his mouth on her most private area, then, as a tongue licked insidiously up her slit, she discovered it didn’t matter. At least, not right at that moment.

The three of them played her, teased her endlessly, driving her right to the edge of madness before pulling back instead of letting her topple over. They kept her in a state of suspended euphoria, one where nothing existed except the pleasure they heaped upon her. Colin slapped her harder as fingers spread her folds and a tongue dove deeply inside her. Teeth bit down on her right nipple just as lips drew on her swollen clit and the flogger snapped with painful intensity across her thigh. She cried out as she exploded in climax, her hips jerking against the marauding mouth.

Hannah was still lost in the aftershocks of small pulses of pleasure when it started again. They were relentless, bringing her to orgasm over and over until she didn’t know when one ended and another started. The degree to which she responded stunned her, her senses were so steeped in pleasure she felt like she was floating on a pillowy cloud, held aloft from reality, kept suspended in a perpetual state of bliss.

It barely registered when they stopped, barely fazed her when hands caressed the abused flesh of her buttocks and thighs, a tongue softly laved her tortured nipples and Mitch’s mouth closed softly over hers. She’d know those lips anywhere and as she tasted herself on them and on his tongue, she breathed a sigh of relief that it had been him kneeling before her. She sank into the kiss and then sank onto his hard chest when her hands and feet were freed.

Mitch reached up and pulled the blindfold off before lifting Hannah and carrying her over to a chair. Cradling her on his lap, he pushed back her damp hair before running his hand over and over her body. Her responses had been awesome, more than he had ever dared to hope for and such a fucking turn on he couldn’t wait to get inside her. It was definitely a testament to his willpower to sit here calmly and give her the time he knew she needed to come down from her orgasmic high. He had waited until Jason left the room before removing her blindfold, thinking she would be more comfortable not knowing who had been touching her other than him.

“Are you with me?” he finally asked her fifteen minutes later.

“Barely, but then, that’s your fault.” Looking up at him, her numb mind finally registering the lingering pain and warmth across her butt, the soreness in her nipples and her aching clitoris, she thought she has never felt more sated. “That was…awesome.”

“So, you’re glad you trusted me?”

“Yes, of course.”

Her prim reply made him smile. “Good. Remember that because we’re not done.”

Mitch led her to a bench that resembled a vase, long and narrow then widening at the end. Easing her torso down, he bent over her and arranged her breasts to dangle down on either side of the narrow end. “Comfortable?”

Surprisingly, she was even if she wasn’t sure she was up for anything more right now. Still, she told him she trusted him, and she did, and she was curious enough about this bench and what he had planned to not complain. “Yes, but...”

“I know what I’m doing and I know what I’ve put you through,” he told her as he pulled a strap over her lower back before bringing her wrists together behind her back, snapping the cuffs together then securing her ankles two feet apart. The bench was short, only enough room at the wider end for her hips to rest comfortably, her feet barely reaching the floor because she was short. “Let your head hang down, you’ll be more comfortable.”

Mitch ran his palms down her tense back, kneaded her muscles until he felt her relax then palmed her reddened buttocks. “I wish it was lighter in here, Hannah. I can barely make out the red stripes across your ass, but I can feel how warm they still are.” He traced over the vivid stripes with his fingers and smiled when she couldn’t hold back a quiet moan. “See, you still have a little more juice left in you.”

Hannah was too busy struggling with the embarrassing position he had her in and knowing by the number of feet within her view how many people will be witnessing whatever he had in mind next to relax completely or formulate an answer. She has never been so decadently exposed, her whole lower half and both her private orifices openly displayed. But as his fingers glided down her crack, tantalized her sensitive anus then slipped between her folds, she found herself succumbing to the pleasure only he seemed able to invoke in her, no matter the circumstances or surroundings.

Mitch teased her clit with feather light caresses as he unzipped his jeans and finally freed his swollen, aching cock. Her small whimpers encouraged him as he sheathed himself in a lubed condom, then surprised her by spreading her cheeks and slowly, inexorably pushing past her tight sphincter.

Hannah gasped at the startling intrusion into her back hole. Then Mitch’s deep voice whispered in her ear, “This is why I had you wearing the butt plug so much this past week. Relax; push back as I enter then let me do the rest.”

Mitch breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t shy away or demand he stop. With his right hand still between her legs, his fingers surrounded with her slick heat, he stroked her clit as he pushed into her ass. When she tightened around him, he milked her small bundle of nerves until she was gushing with another climax, her small whimpers turning into cries of pleasure he took advantage of by embedding himself fully in her ass.