Hannah had eyes for no one but Mitch as she crossed to him. When the girls were wrapping her in the restroom, she debated whether she could go through with this, but then hardened her resolve to make amends where she had wronged him and sucked up her insecurities. When she spotted Mitch across the room, his dark eyes widening in surprise before they turned cool and appraising, she felt everything in her settle. The rightness of what she was doing, of being here, returning to him, was all she felt as she crossed that room. He had done a good job of getting her comfortable with her body and being naked and the proud look that slowly stole across his face bolstered her courage to the point where she didn’t see anyone but him.
Anna and Kayla settled themselves on their husband’s laps and somehow, Mitch wasn’t surprised to see Colin come in with Olivia. Raising a brow in silent inquiry, Colin grinned, defending himself by saying, “Hey, lying’s okay if it’s for a good cause.”
Hannah arrived at the group in time to hear him and turned to Colin with a censuring look, that little frown between her brows appearing and having its usual effect on Mitch. His cock went from semi-erect to a full blown, painful hard-on pressing insistently against his zipper. Holding his breath, he waited until she turned back to him then surprised him by pushing his foot off his knee and sinking to her knees before him.
Looking up at him, she said simply, “I’m sorry. Will you give me a chance to make up to you?”
Mitch cupped her face in his hands and held her still while he kissed her with all the pent-up longing and frustration of the past two weeks then hauled her over his lap and laid a sharp, resounding smack on her exposed right cheek.
“Do you promise never to shut me out again?” he asked sternly, resting his hand on the bright red mark he had made.
“Yes, I promise,” Hannah gasped, still reeling from the quick way he had her flipped over, her head and legs dangling, her butt on prominent display as he raised his right knee slightly. As always, the pleasure/pain from his slap sped to her core, adding to the pleasure already aching to be released from just seeing him again. Another hard slap landed on her other cheek, making her gasp yet again, tears welling when she realized how much she has missed this.
“Do you promise never to leave again without telling me?”
“Yes, I promise, Mitch. Anything you want.” Hannah was acutely aware of the people standing around them while Mitch peppered her buttocks with several more slaps, but all she felt was relief that he was welcoming her back and that her body still responded to him the way it always did, with pulse pounding excitement and unbelievable pleasure. Her backside warmed quickly, her cheeks throbbing from the abuse that just as quickly turned to pleasure.
Mitch was so fucking proud of her he thought he might burst. She didn’
t fight him as he spanked her and made his demands and when he stopped and pushed two fingers into her pussy, he shuddered at the slick easy entry. Two weeks of abstinence made him unable to drag out her punishment. Confident he has plenty of time to cement her promises he stood her up then rose and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Mitch!” Hannah squealed as she quickly found herself face down again, this time over his shoulder.
Slapping her ass again, Mitch winked at his grinning friends, telling her, “That’s Master Mitch to you,” then strode down the hall.
Hannah’s butt landed on a soft mesh triangle hanging from the ceiling in the back room. She didn’t say anything as Mitch wrapped her wrists in cuffs above her head, but cringed when he wrapped straps above her knees, lifted each leg up and out, way out, and secured them to the side of the swing, lewdly displaying her. She has never felt more exposed, or more excited as Mitch gazed down on her trussed up body with a dark look of lust, his hand slowly gliding from her shoulders over her breasts, caressed her legs then settled at the junction between them.
“Do I really have to call you Master here?” she asked as her body swelled from the carnal look on his face.
Mitch was relishing having the feel of all that soft, soft skin under his hands again, his mind on claiming her so thoroughly she’ll never want to leave him again. Raising his eyes to her face, seeing the reciprocating feelings etched so clearly, he said, “Marry me and you can call me anything you want.”
“Marry you?!” she squeaked in surprise, astounded he was asking for a commitment so soon.
“You love me, I love you. It seems like the next logical step.”
“Who says I love you?” she managed to gasp as he pushed two fingers into her vagina and went straight for her special spot.
“You,” Mitch stated positively while he caressed her g-spot and watched her eyes glaze over before sliding a finger into her rectum. “You wouldn’t have paraded across that room naked for a man you didn’t love. Marry me.”
Oh, God, there was that steely tone he used in the softest voice that turned her to mush and made her unable to deny him anything. Add that to his total control over her, the way he wasn’t giving her any leeway, no choices but to heel to his demands, and she was left with no option but to succumb to his demands, thank God. Before she could voice her reply, his fingers moved faster, deeper into her orifices, distracting her for a moment as the small tremors announcing her impending climax started.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah,” Mitch groaned when she tightened around his fingers, “say yes so I can fuck you. I’m God damn dying here.”
“Yes,” Hannah said as small contractions threatened to explode into big ones at any moment.
Mitch released his cock and slid home with one deep plunge, bending over her to take one berry red, taut nipple into his mouth. Sensation flooded him as she clamped around him like a vice, her juices soaking his bare cock as he jackknifed into her welcoming heat over and over. Switching to her other nipple, he teased and tantalized that bud until waves of pleasure so racking and intense he shook with them erupted from his balls. Grasping her ass, he lifted her hips and thrust repeatedly into her, managing to watch as the pleasure consumed her also, her mewling cries music to his ears, the surprise and pleasure in her eyes a beautiful sight.
Hannah exploded in a torrent of ecstasy she was sure matched what she saw on Mitch’s face and felt spewing from his penis. How had she ever thought she could run away from this, she wondered as her body shook with her intense release. Her happy place was soaking up the pleasure as much as she was soaking up the look of possessive lust on Mitch’s face.
She waited until Mitch released her bonds, then couldn’t resist wrapping her legs and arms around him and whispering in his ear, “You really shouldn’t blaspheme….Master.”