Hannah & the Dom Next Door (8 page)

“Most definitely, but not yet. I want to spend more time playing with you first. What?” he asked when that little frown appeared between her brows, the one that he’s come to realize meant she was either confused or irritated about something.

“Nothing,” she quickly answered, not wanting to admit how easily he confused her. She thought all men were like her husband, eager to get on with the act and their pleasure.

“Lying is a sin, isn’t it? Answer my question.”

Compelled by that low, commanding tone, she replied reluctantly, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, my husband never spent much time before, well…you know,” she finished lamely. “And I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ve never done this before, Mitch,” she finished defensively.

Her husband sounded like a selfish bastard, but Mitch wisely kept that to himself. For all her shyness and inexperience, Hannah didn’t cower away from the challenges facing her away from all she has known. Luckily for her, he loved a challenge. Taking her hands, he raised them to the headboard, instructing, “All you have to concentrate on is holding onto that slat and not letting go. Can you do that?”

Hannah gripped the smooth, round iron bar, one of three that spanned between the two tall head posts, similar bars connecting the foot posts. Nodding, she tightened her fists and did as he said and concentrated on keeping them there, which, surprisingly, made it easier for her to relax when he lowered his dark head to her breasts again. Within moments he had her body fired up again, her nipples tingling from his mouth and fingers, her core pulsing in tune with their throbbing. Closing her eyes, she sank into the soft bed and let the sensations wash over her, relished the attention he was lavishing on her that was threatening to toss her off a cliff into roiling unknown waters.

She had felt vulnerably exposed with the sheet lowered to her waist, but her eyes flew open in mortifying surprise when he shoved it all the way to the foot of the bed, baring her completely. Her first instinct was to grab for it and cover herself, but Mitch’s sharp dark gaze stopped her from releasing her hold on the bar.

“You don’t want to do that, sweetheart.” Leaning his head on his hand, he gazed down into her flushed face as he ran his hand over and over her breasts, waiting for her to relax again as she got used to being naked in front of him. “There you go,” he murmured with approval when he felt the loosening of her tightly held body. He reluctantly left her breasts and trailed his hand down her waist, bending his head to take one slow swipe over each distended nipple before following his palm, slowly exploring every inch of her soft flesh with his mouth and hand, kneading her round abdomen before he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton. Her soft gasp turned into a squeal when he trailed kisses lower, his hand slipping between her legs as his mouth reached the tight curls shielding her labia. Looking up at her, he noted her knuckles were white from gripping the rail so hard, her face crimson from embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” Hannah cringed at the way her voice came out in a breathless squeak. She was trying desperately not to appear as naïve as she was, but with his face so close to her most private area, it was difficult not to cower away like a frightened virgin.

“Open your legs and I’ll show you,” he said as he attempted to push against her tightly clasped thighs.

“Not until you come back up here. Please.” She couldn’t imagine why he wanted his face where it was, but Hannah wasn’t about to give him an up close and personal look at her sheath. Not only would such close scrutiny be beyond embarrassing, but she was so wet down there she was afraid there might be something wrong with her. “Maybe this w-wasn’t a good idea. M-maybe...”

Mitch rose swiftly, grabbed her face between his hands and held her head still while he stopped her from saying anything else by plundering her mouth. He had been right about her body, he thought as all those plush curves shifted under him. Loose clothing could only disguise so much, and Hannah had a lot to cover. When she sighed into his mouth, her lips moving eagerly under his, her tongue returning his caresses, he slipped one hand back down to her pussy. Before she could tighten up again, he parted her slick folds and slid his middle finger into her wet heat. Her mind was making her say one thing, but her body was definitely on a different page.

Releasing her mouth, he stared into her eyes as he moved his finger in her pussy, gliding provocatively over her swollen clit as he searched for that special spot all women had. Her breath came in small gasps but she didn’t look away from him, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she grew wetter and wetter. When her eyes rounded in stunned surprise and her gasp once again turned into a squeak, he knew he found the right spot.

“Yes or no, Hannah?” he asked her harshly as he alternated between pressing on her g-spot with stroking her clit until her hips were arching under his hand and her face was flushed from arousal instead of embarrassment.

“Yes, yes, God, Mitch, what’s happening to me?” Hannah managed to gasp out with a mixture of fear and excitement before the pleasure he was building between her legs exploded with the force of a riptide, drowning her in sensations she never imagined were possible. She barely registered the gyrations of her hips against his hand, barely heard his whispered, “Let go, baby,” over her cries and barely took notice when he shifted over her body. Ecstasy such as she has never known ran like molten lava through her senses, robbing her of cognizant thought and threatening her sanity. She was still trembling with aftershocks, still lost in the sheer bliss of pleasure when he replaced his finger with his latex-covered penis, filling her in one smooth stroke.

“You feel so good, Hannah,” Mitch rasped in her ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so damn hot and wet that I’m not going to last long.”

No man she has ever known would have spoken to her in such a way, but in this moment, Hannah found his words, uttered in that deep, compelling voice while his large, heavy body moved over and inside of her, exciting. “You don’t have to last long, Mitch, I’m used…” His hand over her mouth ended her sentence abruptly and even in the semi-darkness she could make out the angry glitter in his chocolate eyes.

“Little word of warning, sweetheart, men, especially me, do not want to hear about your experience with another man, especially not when I’m balls deep inside of you.” When her frown cleared he removed his hand, his irk disappearing as quickly as it came.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I…
Oh God
!” The feel of his hand wedging between their bodies, his finger exposing her clitoris so his pummeling shaft rubbed repeatedly against it sent her tumbling back into that huge abyss of pleasure so intense it left no room to feel chastised over her blunder right now.

At the feel of her slick walls rippling around his cock, Mitch slid his right hand behind her neck, holding her head still while he grabbed her left thigh, lifting her leg high and wide, keeping her immobile while he increased his thrusts into a pounding rhythm. Confident she was with him, he kissed her as his own orgasm erupted in a spurt of heated pleasure, her soft moan mingling with his deep groan, the old fashioned squeak of the bed almost making him smile against her mouth.

By the time Mitch roused himself, Hannah was stiffening under him again. Rolling to his side, he saw she still had a white knuckled grip on the headboard. Running his hand down her damp body in a way he hoped was soothing, he teased, “You can let go now, Hannah.”

“No, no I really don’t think I can.” She was afraid if she let go she might find out the last hour was a dream, that the most exquisite, intense pleasure she has ever felt hadn’t been real. As long as she was holding on, doing what Mitch told her to, it had to have been real, didn’t it?

Remnants of the stunned look of disbelief on her face when she climaxed were still shadowed in her wide eyes. Hoping to set her at ease, ever mindful of her inexperience and sensibilities, he said lightly, “I smelled something really good when I came over and it wasn’t coming from under your sink. Am I invited for dinner before you boot me out?”

“Oh, of course! You must be hungry…” Her own stomach took that moment to grumble and the smile that spread across Mitch’s face eased her uncertainty over what to do next.

Hannah wiped her damp brow with the back of her hand before yanking on another stubborn weed. She waited until late afternoon before coming out front to work on cleaning out the gardens along the walk, hoping it would be cooler. Even though she was in the shade, she still felt the ninety degree heat, making her question, not for the first time, why she didn’t trade in her traditional Amish garb for more comfortable clothing. After meeting with her first clients last Tuesday, a newly engaged couple, and seeing their skeptical looks based on her attire, she had intended to do some shopping before today to avoid the weekend crowds, but every time she thought of relinquishing yet another part of her roots, she balked and put off the decision. She was already overwhelmed with mixed emotions about indulging in a one-night stand and how desperately she wanted a repeat performance.

There was a lot about dealing with the modern world that left her feeling inadequate and stupid, but nothing so much as last Sunday night. Not only had she been completely out of her element that evening but this past week she had been left to struggle with the newfound knowledge of all that had been missing from her relations with Caleb. She used to think those small tremors she felt with her husband constituted an orgasm, but now she knew they were just a prelude to the big bang.

It bothered her more than she liked to admit that she hadn’t been able to share such pleasure with Caleb, but even more than that, it hurt her that he hadn’t taken the time or effort to see that she was as pleasured as he had been. He had not been a selfish man, but now that she could look back without grief clouding her vision, she could see he not only put his beliefs ahead of hers, but his needs and desires as well.

If all of that wasn’t enough to cope with, it hadn’t taken her long after they ate and Mitch returned home to discover that once wasn’t going to be enough to relieve the invasive, irritating, awesome feelings and sensations she has been struggling with since meeting him. On the contrary, last week only seemed to have exacerbated her situation, had robbed her of the ability to concentrate on anything else for long without the memory of the explosive pleasure he had introduced her to slipping in. As thrilled as she was to have been hired by both the engaged couple and a high school girl to take her senior pictures, as eager as she was to get started, she was still plagued with the desire to have sex with Mitch again, if only to settle her curiosity about whether those phenomenal sensations were due to her long abstinence or if it was possible to erupt into pleasure like that over and over again. It made her uncomfortable to seek a sexual relationship outside of marriage, went against everything she has always believed in, but as Mitch said, they were single and weren’t hurting anyone. She finally decided a repeat performance was necessary before she could decide whether or not she wanted to continue pursuing exploring these new feelings.

The sound of the lawn mower turning off followed by a white truck pulling into her drive to park behind Ethan’s older, red pick-up, had Hannah shoving aside her moral misgivings as she wondered who could be stopping by. Other than her aunt and Patty, Ethan and Mitch, whom she hasn’t seen all week, she didn’t know anyone in Lexington. She definitely didn’t recognize the attractive redhead who greeted Ethan with a hug. A loud, distinctively happy bark from the back seat drew her attention and had her grinning widely when the woman opened the door and the shepherd mix bounded out, practically knocking Ethan over with his enthusiastic greeting.

Brushing her hands down her skirt, she waited as the trio walked over, then pet the dog when he nudged her hand. “Well, hello. Aren’t you a sweetie?”

“Hannah, I hope you don’t mind, but I asked Anna, my sister-in-law, to drop Duke off here instead of taking him out to the farm to wait for me. You wouldn’t know it, but he just got neutered,” Ethan said. The truth was, Mitch had come into the stables when Ethan was talking to Anna about what time to pick Duke up today and it had been his suggestion that Anna drop by Hannah’s, adding it would be nice if Hannah had a female friend to talk to while her aunt was out of town. Anna’s eyes lit with curiosity when Mitch strode off in search of Donovan, and Ethan couldn’t help but tell her about his show of jealousy last week at seeing Ethan leaving Hannah’s so late at night.

“His abundance of energy is why I kept him kenneled overnight. Hi, I’m Anna McGilley. Ethan’s told me a lot about you, all of it having to do with your cooking,” Anna greeted her, taking her outstretched hand and noting the overly conservative dress, lack of any embellishments like make-up or jewelry and, except for a few escaped tendrils, her long, tightly woven hair. Put all together, it was obvious she came from an Amish background, which made Mitch’s interest in her all the more intriguing. “It’s very nice to meet you, Hannah.”

“Young men his age are easy to please when it comes to food. It’s nice to meet you, Anna, and no, Ethan, I don’t mind in the least. I had to leave my collie when I left Ohio and I miss her very much. Are you a vet?”

“I am. That’s how I met my husband, Donovan, one of Ethan’s older brothers. I made a house call when one of his pregnant mares went into pre-mature labor after a few weeks of stress.” At Ethan’s guilty look of discomfort, Anna patted his arm, saying, “Water under the bridge, Ethan. Let it go, your brothers have.”

Hannah sensed a story there, but wasn’t one to pry. Instead, she told Ethan, “Speaking of food, I need to check on my meat loaf. Bring your dog in and I’ll find some scraps for him. He deserves a treat after what he’s been through.” Not wanting to be rude, she turned to Anna, extending her invitation. “There’s plenty if you’d like to join us.”

“Great idea, Hannah. Donovan won’t be back from delivering that filly until tomorrow, will he?” Ethan asked Anna just as Mitch pulled into his drive. Plotting quickly, he asked Hannah, “Do you have enough for four?” Ethan wasn’t above taking advantage of circumstances in order to see if there was anything going on between Mitch and Hannah.