Hannah & the Dom Next Door (16 page)

Now, she valued her independence too much to allow any man to control her life. Instinctively, she knew she wouldn’t like it if Mitch tried to dictate to her outside of anything but sex. She liked struggling with day to day decisions, liked finding ways to deal with problems that suited her and being independent. If she made mistakes, they were hers to make and hers to deal with. But when it came to this affair she had agreed to, she relished his control. His demands left her no time to wallow in moral indecision, no space to worry about her inexperience and no choice but to obey or end it. After spending the best part of her days struggling to adjust and fit in with the modern world, leaving all the decisions concerning sex up to him was an enormous relief, one that fed her responses to his sexual demands.

Hannah closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the upper showerhead spray down over her face. Her whole backside still throbbed, but she found the warm pulse of her cheeks oddly exciting still, a telltale remnant of the pleasure her first spanking gave her. A second later, she was startled to hear the glass door slide open and see Mitch step in. Flustered, she attempted to cover herself, but the slight elevation of his brow and his softly drawled, “Really?” told her how ludicrous that was.

“I suppose showers fall under your sexual preferences, therefore under your control?”

“Pretty much since anything that has to do with your body and pleasure is up to me.” Lathering up his hands, Mitch started at her tense shoulders and slowly worked his way down, soaping her breasts thoroughly while asking, “What were you thinking so seriously about?”

Hannah found it difficult to concentrate, especially when he pulled on her nipples, but when that erotic tug turned into a painful pinch, making her yelp, she answered quickly, “I was just thinking how much I like you making all the decisions about sex, but how much I wouldn’t like you, or anyone for that matter, trying to take over my life. Which doesn’t make sense to me.”

It made a lot of sense to Mitch and pleased him even more than he thought such a simple admission from her would. “Some people, men as well as women, find dealing with sex stressful, especially if they lead a stressful life. It could just be a matter of you needing to relinquish control over a part of your life so you can give your full attention to other areas. Don’t over think your reaction to us or look for explanations, Hannah. If it feels right, go with what I’m offering you. If, or when it doesn’t, there’s no reason we can’t be friendly neighbors.”

Hannah went with Mitch’s advice, mostly because it was too hard to think about anything when he was standing naked before her, his erect penis poking her abdomen, one sudsy hand moving around to fondle her butt, the other cupping her between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she moaned when both hands moved between her, the one in back stroking between her cheeks. The startling contact with her private back hole had her gasping, her first reaction to move away from such a foreign, taboo touch, but with the marbled wall behind her and Mitch in front of her, she had nowhere to go.

“Go with the flow,” Mitch told her as he saw the shock on her face when he lightly touched her anus. “Be brave enough to admit it feels good and let me worry about everything else.”

Once again the decision was smoothly taken out of her hands. The pleasure from that small touch had been startling, but she was left with no time to ponder that new revelation because his fingers on his other hand were filling her empty sheath. Touching her with unerring accuracy, he quickly drove her into the throes of an impending climax. Shifting her hips against his hand, she urged him to go deeper, touch her harder, but he ignored her silent plea and only gave her enough stimulation to arouse her senses to a feverish pitch, withholding those final touches that would push her over.

“Time to rinse off and go to bed.” Reigning in his own lust was as difficult as the struggle Hannah seemed to be having as he grabbed a handheld showerhead and rinsed her off. But to push her where he wanted her to go tomorrow, he was going to have to suffer right along with her tonight.

Hannah woke up irritable, aroused and alone. Spending the night spooned naked against Mitch’s six foot two, bare, muscle hard body would have been pleasant if he hadn’t slept with one hand wrapped around her breast, the other cupped between her legs and his stiff erection against her butt. To make matters worse, she had been roused from sleep several times to the feel of his fingers exploring her vagina, his thumb gliding so lightly over her clitoris she barely felt it only to have him retreat as soon as the small tremors signaling her orgasm began. When he left her hanging for the third time, she had turned toward him, grumbling, “Darn it, Mitch, quit being a teasing bully!” That outburst had earned her a decidedly hard slap on one cheek, which only added to her frustration when that reprimand increased her arousal. But, she thought now as she looked around his room for her skirt and blouse, at least he hadn’t tormented her anymore. Not seeing her clothes, she slipped on Mitch’s shirt again, only this time without her panties because she couldn’t seem to locate those either.

Suspecting her clothes had been sabotaged, she quickly braided her hair, brushed her teeth with the new toothbrush sitting on the bathroom counter and went in search of Mitch. Once downstairs, she followed a clanking noise coming from the back of the house and found him in a spare room that he had converted into a home gym. Wearing nothing but those wonderfully indecent gym shorts and tennis shoes, she watched him unobserved for a few moments.

Lying on his back, his arms bulged with the effort to lift a barbell above his head, sweat glistening on his chest and face, his breathing heavy as he worked through ten more presses. She was about to say something when he released the attached barbell and turned those dark, compelling eyes on her.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Mitch wondered if her heightened color was from sexual frustration or from watching him work out. Spending the last hour pushing his limits was the only way he could think of to work off his own frustration in holding back from taking her again last night. Between enjoying the feel of her bare ass warming under his hand, soaping her up and sleeping with her lush body pressed back against him all night, he was ready to implode. He was really going to be in dire straits if she balked at what he had planned today.

“Where are my clothes?” Hannah asked him instead of returning his greeting. Reminding herself of one of the reasons for her pique helped take her mind off the way her body responded to him without fail, each and every time he was near.

“I like seeing you in my shirt, unless, of course, you don’t want to spend a few hours with me this afternoon.”

Her relief that he was defusing the awkwardness of the morning after by letting her know he wanted her to stay a little longer went a long way toward stifling her irritation with him. She desperately needed him to relieve this itch that was tormenting her worse than the case of poison ivy she got when she was a child. “No, I’d like to stay a little longer. I could fix a late breakfast, if you want.”

He was starving, more for her than breakfast, but he’d settle for food first then see about feasting on her delectable body again. “Hey, it’s still shy of noon, so breakfast works for me. I’ll take a quick shower then help you.”

Hannah knew she shouldn’t compare Mitch with Caleb, but his offer to help, the fact that he hadn’t ever expected her to cook and clean up when they shared a meal, was yet another glaring eye opener for her. Caleb had considered anything to do with the kitchen women’s work and, being raised with the same expectation, she hadn’t thought anything of it until now.

“What do you have going this week?” Mitch asked before taking the last bite of the best omelet he’s ever had. He wasn’t sure what all Hannah had managed to find in his sparse refrigerator, but it was stuffed to bursting with cheese and vegetables he didn’t know he had.

“I need to finish editing the pictures I took at the Arboretum Thursday and I have another photo shoot as well as two more meetings with potential clients. And I’m meeting Anna and her sister-in-law, Olivia, for lunch.” Hannah was looking forward to seeing Anna again and meeting Olivia, but right now she was looking forward more to having sex with Mitch. Between the long night of sleeping next to him and parading around in nothing but his shirt for the last hour with his eyes following her every move, she felt as if she was ready to combust from pent up arousal.

Rising, Hannah gathered up her plate and took it to the dishwasher that Mitch had talked her into using. She was slowly discovering that he was good at talking her into trying new things.

At the mention of the Arboretum, something nagged at Mitch’s sub-conscience, but seeing Hannah bend over the dishwasher to put her plate in, giving him an enticing glimpse of the under curve of her ass, he quickly shoved it aside. Grabbing his plate, he joined her at the counter, leaning around her to put his plate next to hers, his free hand sliding up her thigh to cup one nicely rounded, incredibly soft buttock. “Christ, but I love your ass,” he whispered in her ear before taking a sharp nip on her earlobe.

Hannah jerked at the slight sting, resisting, barely, the urge to push back against his marauding hand in an attempt to get him to explore lower. “You…you really shouldn’t …shouldn’t blaspheme like that,” she stuttered in an attempt to admonish him for his language. Unfortunately, the feel of his fingers gliding lightly over her anus then lower startled her to where she couldn’t think straight.

“Pot calling the kettle black, sweetheart. Who was chanting, ‘Oh God’, over and over last night while lying over my lap?” He slipped two fingers easily between her swollen folds, her slick heat damn near making him come in his jeans. She wasn’t the only one his teasing touches had struggling in frustration.

Hannah turned that cute frown on him, opened her mouth to rebuke his comment, then gasped instead when he found her swollen clit and teased that tight little bundle of nerves until he felt her tremble. Taking a deep breath, he left her pussy and returned to her ass, squeezing one cheek.

“Mitch,” Hannah moaned in frustration, “can we go upstairs now?”

Her frustrated plea was perfect, he thought as he stepped back and waited until she turned pleading eyes up to him. “No, not this time, Hannah.”

Hannah’s disappointment was nothing compared to her embarrassment. “Oh, you don’t want to have sex. I understand.” She tried to step around him, even though she really didn’t understand. Had she done something wrong or was he tired of her already?

The crestfallen look on her face was priceless, but he couldn’t stand for her to think he didn’t want her. “No you don’t,” he told her, refusing to let her slip by him. “I said we can’t go upstairs, I didn’t say I don’t want you again.” Taking her hand, he placed it over his erection. “We’re going to have sex again, only not upstairs. I thought you might like to take a swim first.” The rain had stopped late last night and the day was already heating up.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” was all she could think of to say as she enjoyed the feel of his hard penis in her hand, the solid proof that he wanted her going a long way to relieve her insecurity of a few moments ago.

Mitch pushed her hand away before he took her right here, right now, thwarting his own plan to introduce her to something new. With his eyes on hers, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, telling her, “You don’t need a suit. Like you, I don’t have any neighbors behind me, just the lake, and my six foot privacy fence ensures no one can see in from next door.”

“You want me to go
outside naked
?” she asked incredulously despite the small flare of excitement she couldn’t suppress at the idea.

“I’ll finish cleaning up the kitchen,” he told her as he slipped the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her bare. “You go lather up with the sunscreen sitting next to the lounges and enjoy yourself. Trust me, you’ll love skinny dipping.”

He made it sound like she had a choice, but one look at the stern, determined glint in his eyes and she knew she didn’t. It was either accept yet another new challenge or go home, possibly putting an end to their affair. She was slowly coming to the realization that her will was as weak as a newborn lamb around this man. She turned and walked self-consciously through the great room and out the slider to the covered back porch, aware of how her body was responding to the feel of his eyes following her. Her response, nipples so tight they ached, her core so wet she prayed he didn’t notice, helped ease her misgivings.

Stepping outside, Hannah took a quick look around before quickly skipping to the edge and diving into the deep end of the cool blue water. Within seconds she discovered that swimming naked was nothing like sitting immersed in a deep bathtub. Maybe it was the combination of feeling the warm sun above her and the caress of the cool water below that increased her arousal, or maybe it was knowing there was a pair of chocolate brown eyes watching her that had her senses revved up to a feverish pitch. Tired of waiting for relief from the lust he had built up and then left simmering, Hannah decided to try enticing him to end her torment.

Mitch took his time in the kitchen, watching Hannah through the den’s long wall of windows. She stepped outside gingerly, her head darting around, making sure she was alone before she made a running leap toward the pool, never hesitating before diving in. She came up for air a second later and started treading water, those expressive eyes growing wide as she discovered how much fun swimming nude can be.

Finished in the kitchen, he leaned against the back slider, in no hurry to join her just yet. She swam like a fish, mostly underwater, her long braid floating out behind her, her lily white body telling him she never sunbathed, at least not in anything skimpy. It took her only moments to grow comfortable with her nudity in the water, about ten more minutes before he saw how much her water play had ratcheted her arousal. Floating on her back, her nipples stood at stiff peaks aiming skyward. Her curls hid her pussy, but as she scissored her legs, he could catch a glimpse of swollen folds. It was shear torment just watching her, especially after spending so much time and effort getting her to the frustrated level of arousal she was at.