Hannah & the Dom Next Door

by BJ Wane

  Perplexed, Mitch asked, “Ready for what?” then bit back a smile when her brows lowered in that frown he found so cute.

  “Remember,” she practically snapped in her agitation, “last week you said whenever I was ready to reciprocate…..you know, orally, to let you know.” Gosh darn it, she groaned inwardly as she felt her face flame beet red. Just once she’d like to pull off one of these propositions without blushing like a virgin.

  With the swiftness of the last lightning strike, Mitch’s indecisive mood vanished, replaced with humor and a surge of lust so strong it threatened his composure. To hell with right and wrong and potential consequences, he wasn’t about to give up an opportunity to feel Hannah’s lush, inexperienced mouth on his cock. Just the thought of this being her first blowjob was a fucking turn on, and for a man like him, that was wrong in more ways than he could count. And he didn’t fucking care, at least not right now.

  “Sweetheart, I can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon than with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Her frown reappeared between her brows at hearing his crudeness, but the arousal on her face, in those expressive eyes, wasn’t put off.

  Hannah followed eagerly when he grabbed her left hand and practically dragged her behind him, barely managing to keep a tight hold of her Nutella. Her surprise when he led her into his great room instead of upstairs to his bedroom was overshadowed when he casually stripped off those indecent shorts and sat in a wide leather arm chair, tugging her unceremoniously to her knees between his splayed legs in a move so smooth she barely registered his actions until she was looking up at him in all his naked glory. The first time they had sex he had been naked but the room had been dark. The second time he had remained clothed. This was the first time she was able to get a good look at him and what she saw had her mouth watering. He was beautiful, there was no other word for it. She knew how wide his shoulders were, how hard his chest, arms and legs were, but the sight of all those muscles moving so smoothly beneath sun bronzed skin was a picture of art. The potent combination of his physical appeal, the sight of him wrapping his hand around his penis and the combination of lust and tenderness etched on his face made her core heat and pulse with desire, causing her to quiver with arousal.

  “What’s in your pocket, Hannah?” he asked when he noticed she kept her right hand hidden in it.

  “Nothing,” she quickly answered, not wanting him to know what she was planning to do so she could get through this until it was too late for him to stop her.

  Mitch frowned at her, warning, “I don’t like surprises. Show me what you’re hiding.”

  Hannah shook her head adamantly. “Not yet. Please, Mitch. I need to do this my way. Anna assured me you would like it.”

  “If I don’t, I’ll put you over my knee, and I assure you, you won’t like it.” Although, if she did, he would be thrilled.

  “Did you just threaten to spank me?!” She didn’t know what surprised her more, his threat or her reaction to it. Picturing herself positioned over his lap with her butt exposed was disconcertingly arousing, which was just…wrong.

  “Don’t the Amish believe in corporal punishment?” he asked her knowing full well they did from what little he had read up on.

  “Yes, of course, but I was good. I’ve never been spanked.”

  Her haughty answer made him grin despite the desperate state he was working himself into with his hand. Releasing his cock, he leaned forward to unbutton her blouse, keeping his eyes on her face as he murmured, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me? Regardless, sweetheart, consider yourself spanked if your new friend is wrong and I’m not happy with what you have planned.”

  He very astutely drew her attention away from his threat by unbuttoning her blouse to the waist, adeptly opening her bra and exposing her breasts before leaning back casually in his chair. When he didn’t say anything, Hannah realized he was waiting for her to make the next move.

  Uncertainty assailed her. He was so experienced he must have had oral sex performed on him dozens of times. What made her think she could compete?

  “Are you having second thoughts?” he asked when she hesitated and a worried look crossed her face. It’d be pure hell, but he’d respect her wishes if she wanted to back out.

  “No! I mean, I still want to please you, but, how will I know if I’m doing it right?”

  Her remark about wanting to please him sent a rush through him even though he doubted if her definition of that statement was the same as his. “You’ll know.”

  “How?” she insisted earnestly.

  Mitch laughed derisively. “I won’t be able to talk, for one thing.”

  Hannah recalled how he took her breath away when he went down on her, as he phrased it, which bolstered her courage. “Close your eyes,” she instructed as she tried to ignore the way her exposed breasts ratcheted up her arousal. Or maybe it was the heated look in his dark eyes that had her nipples peaking tightly and her happy place dampening her panties.

  “Only until you get comfortable, then I’m watching.” There was no way he was going to miss the sight of Hannah’s lips wrapped around his cock.

  Hannah wasted no time in taking off the lid and dipping her fingers into the soft, gooey chocolate almond concoction that can make anything taste good. Remembering Anna’s instructions to keep it light, she stroked her fingers over his penis, actually enjoying the feel of his silken hardness as well as the way his shaft jerked under her light touch. He didn’t say anything, but the way he gripped the arms of the chair told her he liked what she was doing even though she sensed he didn’t like being kept in the dark.

  “Hannah, get on with it or I’m taking over.”

  She was surprised by how much she didn’t want that, at least not yet. Her curiosity was at its peak, as was her excitement. Leaning forward, she slowly licked up his rigid length, taking a good portion of the nut spread and leaving behind exposed flesh. This wasn’t so bad, she thought as she took another lick, this time running her tongue over his bulbous crown. She discovered how silky smooth his mushroom shaped head was as she licked it clean. When a few drops of semen slipped from his slit, she automatically lapped them up. Mitch’s low groan emboldened her to engulf the first few inches, tighten her lips and boldly explore every part of him with her tongue. Of course, everything she had read in her Dummies book and all the pointers Anna had given her went out the window and she was left to wing her way through.

  Moving down, she took more of him into her mouth, swirled her tongue around his girth until all of the Nutella was gone and the only thing she could taste was Mitch. She started to flounder, not sure what to do next when Mitch’s hands cupped her head and he gently bobbed her head as he thrust up into her mouth. Able to relax now that he’d taken over, she soon got into the rhythm and within moments, Mitch’s low moans were telling her she was doing something right.

  “Jesus,” Mitch groaned when she tightened her lips around him and swiped under his crown over a very sensitive area.

  Hannah glared up at him, saw he was watching her then mumbled around his flesh, “Don’t blaspheme.”

  “I’m not,” he gasped, amused she was attempting to lecture him with his cock in her mouth. “I’m praying for the strength to hold out as well as offering up thanks. In case you can’t tell, you’re pleasing me very effectively.”

  Her eyes lit with pleasure before they closed again in concentration. Her bare breasts swayed with her movements. He loved her breasts, has been a breast man since he first felt up Tammy Clark in the eighth grade, and right now he was itching to feel Hannah’s soft globes in his hands again. Instead, he tightened his hands around her head, this time keeping her still as he thrust up into her mouth. “Suck, Hannah, I’ll do the rest.”

  She was good at taking instructions, almost too good. Her lips tightened around him and she hollowed her cheeks like a pro as he pulled her back, her deep suction making his balls draw up painfully. Her tongue continued its exploration, leaving no part of
his cock untouched and there was no way he could hold off his orgasm any longer. Pulling her head off of him, cool air washed over his engorged, heated flesh before he replaced her mouth with his fist.

  Seeing her stricken look, he quickly assured her, “You’re not ready for me to come in your mouth. Hold up your breasts for me instead.”

  Her consternation was quickly replaced with excited curiosity as she complied with his order almost immediately. They both had their eyes on his cock when he climaxed, spewing his wad on her full breasts. Mitch shuddered through the onslaught of pleasure, but maintained enough control to smile at Hannah as the final tremors of his release wound down. With one finger, he scooped up a drop of cum and held it to her lips, his eyes on hers. “Taste me,” he demanded hoarsely.

  Hannah could do nothing but comply, poking her tongue out and licking his finger. His taste was salty, not pleasant but nothing totally awful either. From the look on his face, she had pleased him greatly, and that, she was discovering, was as big a turn on as Anna said it would be.

  “I did good,” she stated, smiling confidently.

  “You did fucking great.” Ignoring her automatic frown of censure, he asked her, “Do you want this to continue between us, Hannah?”

  “Yes,” she answered unequivocally. She had no doubts about her desire to continue to have sex with Mitch, only with the moral inner battle she was constantly waging. But he didn’t need to know that.

  “Then from now on, sex between us will be on my terms or not at all. Agreed?” Desperation was making him give her that ultimatum. He couldn’t continue with her and suppress his own needs. He would rather they stopped now and remain friends than continue for a few more weeks and part under harsh accusations and misunderstandings.

  Hannah’s heartbeat picked up speed and her palms grew clammy. With her pursuing him, she had remained in control of their relationship. It could go as far as she wanted or not at all. But she couldn’t deny the relief sweeping through her at the thought of him taking over, calling the shots, leaving nothing for her to worry about except pleasing him and getting pleasured in return. Putting the decision making in his hands meant no more pacing in indecision while struggling to bolster her courage enough to approach him.

  She struggled for a moment with the moral dilemma this presented for her. She cared about Mitch, liked him a lot, but she didn’t love him. Then again, she had done everything right the first time around; fell in love, married then had sex and had come away with a bruised heart and a sorely lacking education.

  “Hannah,” Mitch said as he sensed where her struggle was coming from, “your roots are a part of you, what shaped you into the admirable woman you are. I respect that. I promise you, if I suggest or do anything you’re unsure of, for whatever reason, all you’ll have to do is tell me.”

  “Then I agree,” she told him quickly before she thought his proposal to death and he withdrew his offer, his reassurances helping her make her decision.

  “Then we’ll start now by getting you more comfortable with your own body.” Standing, Mitch held his hand out to her and drew her up against him. Her damp, come smeared breasts flattened against his chest as he kissed her and had his cock hardening again, but he still asked himself what the hell was he thinking? He wanted, needed, a woman who didn’t shrink from his sexual demands, not the wholesome, pure girl next door.

  But it was the contrast between that shy wholesomeness and her brazen determination to meet challenges head on that appealed to him so much. As he led her upstairs, mentally mapping out the scene he planned, he could only pray he wasn’t making a huge mistake.

  Chapter Seven

  Hannah’s eyes were glued to Mitch’s taut buttocks as she followed him upstairs, the decadent feel of her exposed, semen streaked breasts swaying, kept her mind shuttered against questioning the moral repercussions of agreeing to an affair. She flat out refused to believe being with Mitch was immoral, that the feelings and sensations he gifted her with could be deemed wrong in some eyes when they made her feel so right. Her body was practically humming with arousal and he had yet to touch her intimately. As they entered his bedroom, she barely took note of the large, masculine furniture or the French doors that appeared to lead out to a small upper balcony that overlooked his back yard.

  Despite the rapid heartbeat of excitement as well as trepidation in her chest, knowing she didn’t have to do anything but follow his lead made her more relaxed than she had been the two times he had been in her bed. When he turned those dark, intense eyes on her, saw the heated lust flare in them when he gazed blatantly upon her breasts, her hand tightened around his as she shook inside with barely suppressed desire.

  Mitch raised his eyes to her flushed face and noted the need as well as the uncertainty in her eyes. “Strip,” he ordered her quickly before he could second guess himself.

  Hannah stood stunned for a split second, watching him as he turned and opened his closet door to reveal a tall mirror on the other side. When he turned back around and raised a dark brow and crossed his arms over his chest at seeing her standing there, putting the decision whether to continue by obeying him or stopping this now, she felt her tension ease enough to unbutton her skirt and step out of it. Conscious of his eyes on her, she laid it on a stuffed armchair before slipping off her blouse and bra. As she stood before him in nothing but a pair of plain white panties, white socks and sneakers in the semi-dark room, the sound of rain beating against the windows, she felt self-conscious about her attire for the first time. Why did she ever think she could compete with the women he must have known, women who would undress and look sexy standing before him in fancy underwear and heels? Whatever made her think he would want someone as plain as her?

  Watching her closely, Mitch strode across the room the minute he saw her face blanch in mortification. Cupping her face, he demanded, “Talk to me, Hannah. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out, or try to.”

  He was so close her nipples brushed his chest, his springy curls tickling them into harder pinpoints, his eyes holding her captive as surely as his calloused hands held her face so she couldn’t look away. “I’m not what you’re used to, am I? I mean, the women you’ve known…they probably wore sexy under things that men like, right?”

  “Are you under the misconception that clothes make a person? Do you really think that I care whether your panties are white cotton or red satin?” Sliding his right hand down her neck to cup her full breast and tease her nipple with his thumb, he said hoarsely, “When I see you, Hannah, dressed or undressed, I see a beautiful woman with a soft heart and a will of iron. A woman I admire on every level and one that can do this to me,” taking her hand, he wrapped it around his jutting cock, “by just asking me if I want to have sex with her or bravely telling me she’s ready to give me a blowjob. The only thing you need to be concerned about is pleasing me by doing exactly as I tell you.” Releasing her, Mitch stepped back, struggling with the unaccustomed desperation filling him. He was taken completely off guard by how much he wanted this to work, how badly he ached to see Hannah submit to him, which made him harden himself to accept her withdrawal.

  From the look of implacable resolve on his face and the way he once again crossed his arms and simply watched her, waiting for her to decide whether to accept his terms or end their relationship now, Hannah knew he wasn’t going to say or do anything else to help her make this decision. What decided her was the way her palm itched to hold his silky hard penis again, her nipple throbbed with the need to feel his thumb rubbing over it and the way her sheath swelled and dampened in preparation for his possession without him touching her there.

  All misgivings withstanding, she wanted him again, any way she could have him. Toeing off her shoes, she slid her panties down, pulling her socks off with them before straightening. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait before he pulled her roughly into his arms, kissed her with demanding urgency that made her toes curl then lifted her up on his bed.

  “Scoot into the
middle, kneel and face the mirror,” Mitch instructed before settling behind her on his knees and heels between hers. Pulling her hips down until she was sitting on his thighs, he reached around her to cup her soft, full breasts in his hands. “Look in the mirror, sweetheart. Do you see how beautiful you look with my come staining your soft skin, my hands enjoying your even softer flesh?”

  Hannah struggled desperately not to blush and managed to get away with just turning slightly pink, about the same shade as her nipples she noted. Mitch’s dark hands kneading her much paler breasts was an erotic sight, a huge turn on, and being surrounded by his much bigger, much harder body helped her relax. The feel of his hair roughened, rock hard thighs under her buttocks made her want to squirm, but the tight band of his equally muscled hard arms effectively kept her still.

  “Hannah, answer me,” Mitch growled in her ear, refusing to let her remain silent.

  Hannah jerked at his rough command, not realizing he expected an answer. “Sorry. If you think I look pretty…”

  “No, I think you’re beautiful, inside and out, but right now? You’re stunning. Watch how your nipples respond so quickly to my touch.” Wanting her to see what he does, he rolled her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and when her eyes got that glazed, lust filled look in them, he tested her boundaries by pinching them lightly.

  Hannah was enjoying the pleasurable zing he wrought in her nipples, a sensation that spread straight down to her core, when that euphoric feeling was interrupted by a startling but minor flash of pain. Gasping, she automatically covered his hands with hers intending to push his away, but instead he quickly turned the tables on her and replaced his hands with her own.

  “There. If that pinch bothered you, make yourself feel better.”

  Hannah didn’t know what shocked her more, the way that small nip of pain had quickly morphed into pleasure or his plan for her to touch herself. Masturbation was one area of sex that she at least knew about even though, like almost everything else he had introduced her to; she had no personal experience with it. She caught his direct gaze in the mirror and asked for clarification. “You want me to touch myself?”