Hannah & the Dom Next Door (25 page)

“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 tightly.

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.

Her soft moan followed by the feel of her vagina clamping around his dick had him increasing his thrusts, her soft ass cushioning his pelvis as he jack hammered into her over and over. Their harsh breathing echoed in the otherwise silent room before their low groans took over, and Mitch quickly followed her into that small world where nothing existed, nothing mattered but the pleasure sweeping through him.

Chapter Thirteen

Mitch drilled another screw through the dead bolt plate as he tried to ignore the way Hannah was pacing behind him, try being the operative word. He’s learned that Hannah paced when she was thinking deeply about something, and God knows, she’s had plenty to pace about in the last twenty-four hours. He didn’t mention the club again this morning, mainly because he wanted to get the dead bolts installed on her doors before leaving her here alone for the day, so he had no clue how she felt about it. But her bare feet kept passing through his peripheral vision and he found the sight of them distracting. Between her small, cute feet and the sight of her dressed in her new jeans, the ones that molded to her ass perfectly, he’s damn near drilled his hand several times.

“I’m almost done here, Hannah,” he told her with a quick glance as he withdrew a screw from his tool belt.

“You are? Okay, I’ll go,” Hannah said in a rush before she could second guess her decision.

“Go where, sweetheart?” he mumbled around the screw he had placed in his mouth while he lined up the last hole.

“To your club.”

“Goddamn it!” Mitch cursed as he almost swallowed the screw then dropped his drill on his foot point down. He had work boots on so it wasn’t pain that made him cuss, it was the way she startled him by that ‘out of the blue’ comment. He turned, noted her frown and before she could reprimand him, he warned, “Don’t say it.”

“Fine,” Hannah responded tersely then turned away and muttered lowly, “But you shouldn’t blaspheme.”

Ignoring her dig, he said, “I thought we were past you tossing out surprises like that. What made you decide on the club? We haven’t had a chance to talk about it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” And she didn’t want to reveal that it was the feel of intimacy she experienced last night when they had sex that helped make her decision, an intimacy that hadn’t been there previously. Mitch’s version of TLC last night had worked like a charm in making Hannah forget the trauma of her mugging. Despite the lingering effects from that spanking, she slept like a baby, that is until she felt him entering her from behind, his penis stretching her tight sheath in a way she had come to love. It had been highly erotic as well as intimate having sex in the middle of the night, shrouded in darkness and silence then falling back asleep completely relaxed and sated. She could get used to doing that on a regular basis, and the possibility that the sex meant more to her than just making up for everything she had been missing out on was what had decided her.

“Why don’t you want to discuss it?”

“Because you might talk me out of it if we do. I trust you, Mitch. Anna, Olivia and Kayla will be there?”

“Yes. Would you like to meet with them before we go upstairs?”

“Yes, that would be good.” She wasn’t about to call Anna again for advice and information and she already knew there wasn’t anything about sex clubs in her Sex for Dummies book. But she wasn’t opposed to giving Aunt Mary another call.

“I’m going to be late tonight, but if you change your mind, we’ll talk about it when I get home.” Mitch kissed her then said, “Keep the doors locked or, better yet, take your laptop to my house and stay there today.”

“I’ll be fine, Mitch. Both you and the police said it was highly unlikely a mugger would risk breaking into a private home. Thanks for the locks. Now go.” She knew it sounded cliché, but there was something really hot about a guy in a tool belt that made women want to drool and she was no exception. Watching him pick up his drill, she recalled the way his calloused hands felt on her sensitive skin, making her hope this protective mood he was in lasted a little longer and he stayed the night with her again.

“I’ll call you later.” Mitch left quickly and didn’t look back, afraid he might be tempted to play hooky and spend the day in bed with Hannah. He had a feeling tomorrow night was going to be harder on him than on her. He wasn’t used to reigning in his lust at the club and Hannah wasn’t used to letting go with hers in public. It ought to be an interesting evening.

After spending the morning in her office, both Hannah and Roxy were ready for some fresh air. Picking up her glass of iced tea, Hannah called Roxy and went out back, settling in the glider on the back patio before dialing her aunt’s number. She may have agreed to go to Mitch’s club, but that didn’t mean she was comfortable with her decision, and if anyone could understand that it was Aunt Mary. Without her ever mentioning it, she knew her alternative lifestyle with Patty has caused her emotional grief.

“What’s wrong, Hannah?” Mary asked when she picked up the phone.

“How do you know something’s wrong? Can’t I call just to say hi?” Hannah demanded guiltily.

“Dear, you’ve called me twice since you arrived there; once to talk about Mitch and sex and the other time to tell me about Roxy and how the little darling is destroying my house. So, either you have an issue with Mitch or with Roxy. Not that I don’t want to hear it or from you, you know that.”

“You know me too well, Aunt Mary. Roxy’s getting better. Mitch brings her chew toys, so she’s been leaving your furniture and my shoes alone.”

“So, it must be Mitch. Am I going to be sorry I encouraged this relationship?”

“No,” she rushed to assure her, “I’m not sorry I met him or agreed to the affair. But, Aunt Mary, he wants to take me to a sex club,” she blurted quickly before she could lose her nerve. “And I said yes.”

There was a slight pause, then Mary asked quietly, “And how do you feel about that?”

“I imagine about how you felt when you met Patty,” she told her bluntly.

Mary laughed softly. “That excited, bewildered and confused, huh?”

“Yes,” Hannah sighed, smiling when Roxy clumsily landed in a sprawled belly flop when she attempted to jump up and catch a butterfly. With the myriad of flower beds Aunt Mary and Patty had planted, there was never a shortage of colorful butterflies to amuse her.

“You’ll never know if Mitch, and his lifestyle, are right for you, Hannah, if you don’t go. Then you’ll always wonder. Call me when you can with all the salacious details.”

“Okay. Now, what exciting things did you two see and do this week?”

Hannah listened to Aunt Mary’s travel adventures for thirty minutes and by the time she hung up, she found herself envious of all the places they’ve been able to visit so far. What the heck, she muttered ruefully as she called Roxy in, at this point, what was indulging in one more deadly sin going to hurt?

Hannah didn’t have time Saturday to worry or fret over her rash decision to go with Mitch that night to his club. Her morning was spent with new clients, another newly engaged couple and two high school seniors, friends of Melanie’s. She didn’t get back home until after two and after visiting with Ethan, who, thankfully, had taken the time to get Roxy out of her crate to run around, she made a batch of homemade spaghetti sauce and a lemon crème pie before heading upstairs to shower before Mitch got home. He had insisted they spend the night over at his house again last night, but she was more comfortable bathing and dressing in her own space.

Hannah came downstairs just as Mitch was coming in the front door carrying a small pink bag and grinning widely.

“I’ve never seen you in shorts, Hannah. You need to wear them more often.” She had the prettiest legs, perfectly proportioned, her thighs softly rounded just like her breasts. She would turn heads tonight dressed just as she was; unfortunately, shorts didn’t give him the easy access to her body that he needed.

“I’m still not comfortable in them,” she admitted, her face warming at the way he watched her descend the stairs. “You didn’t say what time we were leaving, so I made spaghetti, if you’re hungry.”

“Starved,” he said, but held back from telling her he was hungrier for her reaction and responses to the night’s activities than he was for food. Given her acceptance and responses to everything he has subjected her to thus far, Mitch was hoping the hardest part for Hannah tonight will be how aroused she gets when she witness’s the club’s activities. “We have plenty of time to eat. I suppose Ethan and Roxy are joining us?”

Hannah giggled at his put upon tone because she knew it was feigned. Any guy who didn’t go ballistic over being awakened from a puppy’s tongue on his butt had to be a dog lover. “Of course.”

Ethan didn’t ask where they were going, but maybe that had something to do with the look Mitch gave him when he told him they were going out after dinner. Mitch knew Ethan had grown fond of Hannah over the past few weeks and felt protective of her, but that didn’t mean he had a say so in what Mitch did with her.

“I’ll do these, Hannah,” Ethan said as he took her plate from her. Surprising both of them, he leaned over and kissed her cheek in a brotherly show of affection. “You and Mitch go have fun. The least I can do after all the food you’ve sent me home with is clean up.”

“Thank you, Ethan,” Mitch said with a look of gratitude. Maybe the kid finally realized Mitch wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt Hannah in any way. “I got home later than I wanted and your sisters-in-law want to visit with Hannah at Casey’s for a bit.”

Hannah took Mitch’s hand as he pulled her from her seat. “Thanks, Ethan. Pack up whatever you want to take home with you. My recipe makes enough for an army, so maybe your roommates will want some.”

“They have been razzing on me a lot lately about my good fortune. Okay, I’ll take enough for the four of us, but only because it was the best damn spaghetti I’ve ever had.” Sending a dark look to Mitch, Ethan warned, “And don’t tell my stepmother I said that.”