Hannah & the Dom Next Door (5 page)

“If you guys would let me come upstairs…”

“No!” they all responded together, including Mitch.

“It’s just mean to tease me about what goes on and then not let me at least see for myself,” Ethan grumbled before asking for two cards.

“Between school and working on the farm as well as those other jobs you keep taking, you don’t have time to play, let alone for girls. Keep your nose clean, kid.” Brett had pulled strings with the local cops who answered the calls when Ethan was vandalizing their property in retaliation for the wrong he felt was done to him by not being raised a McGilley along with his brothers. Since they didn’t press charges and Ethan was busting his ass to pay off the damages while taking a full load in school, he was given a pass as long as he didn’t get so much as a speeding ticket.

“Speaking of extra work, is the neighbor you were helping the same one I’ll be cutting the grass for this summer?”

Mitch had forgotten Mary asked him if he knew of someone who could take care of her lawn while they were in Europe and he had recommended Ethan. “Yes, but it’s her niece who’ll be there for the next three months.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up. “Really? Is she pretty?”

“Forget it, kid,” Mitch said with a smile, remembering when he had been Ethan’s age and all he thought about was girls and sex. Come to think of it, those two subjects still took up the majority of his thoughts only today it was one woman in specific who plagued him. “Yes, she’s pretty, but she’s a widow, ten years older than you and Amish.”

“A challenge.” His gaze swept the table as he said, “I thought guys liked a challenge.”

“A challenge is one thing,” Donovan snorted, “but scaling Mount Etna just to get burned isn’t worth the trouble.”

Mitch thought Hannah just might be worth getting singed for, but for the right man, which wouldn’t be a man whose kinky sex preferences would send her running back to Ohio.

Chapter Three

Hannah stepped outside carrying a tall glass of iced tea just in time to wave to Mitch as he was backing out of his drive. She tried not to wonder where he was going, but had as much success with that as she had trying not to think about him this past week or her unaccustomed reaction to him. She didn’t try telling herself again that her response to her neighbor couldn’t have been as strong as she remembered, she wasn’t about to start lying to herself now. The question was what to do about it? She didn’t think there was a ‘Dummies’ book for an inexperienced Amish widow who wanted to face all of the challenges of modern day society head on that told her how to get a man interested in having sex with her. Of course, she hadn’t planned on getting involved with the first man she met who caught her attention, but her sleepless nights this past week had been plagued with visions of them in bed together, leaving her aching for something she had no name for.

The loud motor of the lawnmower was abruptly silenced, diverting her thoughts from Mitch to the reason she had come outside. Walking over to Ethan, the young college kid Mary hired to tend her half acre yard this summer, she handed him the glass of tea with a smile. “You looked thirsty. It’s unsweetened. Is that okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Downing the entire glass in one long drink, Ethan handed it back to her with a grin. “Thanks. That was much better than grabbing a drink from the hose.” Ethan had introduced himself to Mary’s niece when he arrived and thought Mitch had been right, Hannah was pretty. And nice. He wouldn’t have thought it possible dressed as she was, but she was also sexy, in an innocent sort of way. From the way she watched Mitch drive off to Casey’s, he didn’t think she was going to stay innocent for long.

“Please, come in and help yourself whenever you want more,” Hannah told him as she took the empty glass. “I’m making fried chicken, if you’d care to join me when you’re done.”

Ethan’s hazel eyes lit up at the mention of food. “From scratch, grease and all?”

“Is there any other way? About an hour?”

“Maximum. Thanks.”

Hannah grinned at his enthusiasm. Maybe if she had company over dinner she could keep her mind from wondering where Mitch was spending his Saturday night. She found it nice to be cooking for someone again and by the time Ethan finished outside and joined her, she had chicken piled on a platter, mashed potatoes filling a bowl and fresh greens sitting on the table.

“God, this is fu…uh, awesome,” Ethan mumbled as he chewed and wiped his chin at the same time, his face turning pink when he fumbled his words.

“Thank you,” she said, biting back a grin. He hadn’t come up for air since sitting down with her, and she found it was even nicer cooking for someone who appreciated such a simple meal. “I’ll wrap up some leftovers for you before you leave.”

“Really? Man, that’d be f…uh, great. You need anything else done around here?”

“Ethan, you don’t have to repay me for leftovers or do any extra chores to get invited for another meal. I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy your company. While I get my photography business going, I spend most of my days talking to myself.”

“I saw the fancy camera next to your computer when I went to wash up. I thought photography was one of those things your people steered clear of.” Ethan shoveled in another bite of potatoes, loving this little side benefit of his temporary job. Hannah was nice, easy to talk to and a great cook. If he were ten years older, he’d ask her to marry him.

“The general belief is that photos of ourselves will lead to prideful vanity and there is always a concern about privacy. I was raised in a more progressive order, one that is more open to photography, among other things, although they still frown upon having pictures of themselves in their homes. I attended a year of public high school here in Lexington and got hooked when I took a photography class.” Caleb hadn’t allowed her to pursue that interest when she returned to him after her year with Aunt Mary, and she would always regret not having a picture to remember him by. As she was slowly discovering, mental images fade with time.

“I saw your computer and the Internet for Dummies sitting next to it,” he said with a smirk. “How do your people feel about the internet, yea or nay?” he asked bluntly around a mouthful of the best green beans he’s ever tasted. Fresh from the garden, she told him, and the difference between fresh and canned was, well, awesome.

“My people,” she said with a wide grin, “make concessions for computer usage just like they do for electricity. My husband and I only had outdoor generators for refrigeration and a few other amenities whereas when I lived with my grandparents, our home was wired for electricity. The internet can be used for business and e-mail, but I’m completely computer illiterate. One of my tasks this next week is to find someplace that designs websites. Know of any?”

“You’re looking at a complete computer geek, Hannah, and for a piece of that cherry pie cooling on the counter, I can have a website designed and up and running tonight.”

“Ethan, if you do that, you can have the whole pie and one every week this summer, of your choice.”

“Fu…awesome! Deal!”

“You look lonely, Master Mitch. Want some company?”

Mitch looked up at Crystal, her dark blue eyes shining with expectation, her hard pink nipples poking out from a cut out bra practically begging to be sucked and the barely there thong already damp with her arousal. He should be flattered. What man wouldn’t want to see the visible proof of a woman’s lust for him before he even touched her? Of course, knowing Crystal, she could very well have been playing with someone else moments ago and left him high and dry when she saw him head back here to the bondage room. He didn’t waste any time socializing in the main room of the private club when he arrived, his sour mood calling for the darker atmosphere and even darker passions Colin’s bondage room catered to.

Grabbing her hand, Mitch pulled Crystal onto his lap, fisted her shoulder length blond hair and took her mouth the way he wanted to take her pussy, with hard, ruthless intensity. She melted against him, her mouth welcoming his tongue as well as the sharp nip to her lower lip, her hands confidently slipping a few buttons open on his shirt then sliding inside, her fingers rasping over his nipple with unerring accuracy. Mitch grabbed a handful of her ass cheek and squeezed, causing her to yelp and pull back.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me, Crystal.” Mitch watched the excitement on her face dwindle a notch, her eyes looking at him now with uncertainty and a touch of hurt. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m in a foul mood tonight.”

He hadn’t been, at least not to this extent, but seeing Hannah again after avoiding her for the past week had hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. The ridiculous, irrational jealousy he felt seeing her smile at Ethan, a fucking kid for God’s sake, didn’t improve his mood. Crystal didn’t limit seeking her pleasure to dominate men and, even though he preferred a dom/sub role for his pleasure, he sure as hell didn’t limit himself to playing with those of like mind.

Crystal bounced back quickly, wiggled her ass on the erection poking her and spread his shirt to reveal his superb chest. Bending her head, she ran her tongue over his distended nipple before looking up at him slyly. “Maybe you better punish me, Master, for my forward behavior.”

Mitch’s lips quirked, but it wouldn’t do to smile. “Maybe I should.” Lifting her off his lap, he nodded to the wall that held an array of implements used to punish naughty subs. “Get the leather spanker and return to me.” Mitch watched the sassy bounce of her buttocks as she practically skipped across the room to do his bidding. With a cock hardening view like that, why was he thinking of his pure as the driven snow neighbor? His body, urged by the scenes he’s been watching for the past thirty minutes, was ready to fuck and given Crystal was a sure thing, knowing first hand she will relish what he likes to dish out, why was he trying to imagine what Hannah’s ass would feel like, look like, if he applied his hand or leather to her? Jesus, she’d probably run away screaming and bar her door against him if he even hinted at doing such a thing.

If this kept up, he just might do that. At least if she made sure she stayed out of his sight as well as out of reach, maybe he could think about something, or someone, else. Preferably someone more suited to him. “Bend over and take your swats like a good girl and I’ll reward you.”

Remembering just how well, and thoroughly, Mitch rewarded his partners, Crystal happily bent over the arm of the sofa he had been sitting on, resting her chest on the seat, her head between her forearms.

The string of her thong nestled between her buttocks did nothing to detract or hide her round, soft cheeks. He had a thing for women’s asses, all that soft flesh his to heat up, redden, squeeze and fondle, nicely rounded cheeks that hid the taboo treasure of their rear orifices. Treasure he liked to plunder every once in a while just for the novelty and sheer eroticism. But as he laid the first stroke across both cheeks, saw the slash of red against her lily white flesh and heard her soft gasp, his mind once again betrayed him by picturing Hannah in Crystal’s place, her long, ugly skirts flipped up, her plain underwear lowered just far enough to showcase what he suspected was a spectacular ass.

Swearing silently, he lightly ran his fingers over the red mark, smiled when she shuddered, then landed another blow right below that one. A light stroke over that red slash followed with another swat. He repeated the same process a few more times, just until her buttocks were an enticing shade of red and she was squirming against the padded arm, her whimpers mewls of pain induced pleasure, as attested to by the damp sheen coating her labia.

Tossing the spanker on the sofa, by her face where she would have to look at it while he fucked her, he grabbed her buttocks and kneaded the warm red flesh, making her legs shift restlessly. “What do you say, Crystal?” he demanded harshly.

“Please, Master, please fuck me.” Damn it, Crystal thought as she tried to shift in his tight grip. He was the only one who could make her beg, the one she sought out first each time she came here, the one who could ratchet her higher, faster than anyone else. The only one she’d give up all the others for. But so far, Mitch hasn’t shown any interest, at least not with anyone at this club, of settling with one woman. As he pushed aside her thong and sank into her pussy, she put aside what he wasn’t giving her and settled, for now, for what he would.

Mitch buried himself in her snug, wet sheath with one stroke while keeping a tight hold on her hips. There were times he preferred feeling a woman move under him, her body thrusting against his, meeting him stroke for stroke, and other times he relished controlling her movements, keeping her still as if to force her to accept the pleasure he was building inside her. Tonight he wanted a quick fuck, so he kept hold of Crystal’s hips and plundered her pussy with fast, deep strokes. Her grunts and clenched fists along with the way she was soaking his dick, told him she was with him all the way. Her first climax had her tightening around him, small clutches from her vaginal walls that aided in drawing out his own orgasm. Bending over her, he demanded hoarsely, “Again, Crystal,” before slamming into her repeatedly, his torso pinning her back as his hips jack hammered over and over until she was spasming around him again, crying out just as his climax erupted forcefully. Shuddering through the pleasure, he savored her small contractions, let them suck every ounce of pleasure from his balls before slowly lifting off of her.

Mitch adjusted his jeans then gave Crystal a hand in getting up. Turning, she fell against him, smiling. “That was wonderful, Master,” she practically purred, the look on her face satisfied, but not particularly overwhelmed, much like he was feeling.

Mitch kissed her, more out of obligation than any real desire, then said, “Thank you, baby. Enjoyed it, like always. Put the spanker away before you leave.”

Crystal watched him walk away, fuming like she always did when he ended a scene by thanking her, calling her baby, men’s generic term for any willing woman, then just walking away. Sighing, she put the spanker back on the wall, her buttocks clenching as she recalled the painful pleasure she had gotten from it. Damn, that man knew how to wield a spanker, or a flogger, almost as expertly as Master Colin. And if she didn’t come up with a way to keep his attention soon, she was going to risk losing him to someone else. Watching the McGilley brothers fall hard and fast within weeks of each other after remaining single for so long had been an eye opener and hard earned lesson. You snooze, you lose, and she really didn’t like to lose.