by BJ Wane
He had always admired that independent core of steel that made her want to tackle the challenge’s she faced on her own, but this was one of those times when that determination was more a hindrance than an admirable trait. Since he doubted there was a Dummies book that she could reference about how to cope with being a victim, she should have turned to those who had befriended her these past weeks. His worry and concern for her and what she went through had changed to irritation by the end of the first week of her absence and silence. Damn it, why had she shut him out completely? Didn’t she know how much he cared, how much he grieved for the loss of what could have been? By the time he realized she probably didn’t know any of that, his irritation had turned to anger. The least she could have done was answer just one of his calls, given him the chance to tell her those things he had waited too long to say.
Mitch had known for a while his feelings for Hannah ran deeper than sex, but not how deep until she was gone. He missed her, missed seeing that little frown between her brows that told him she was irritated and that turned him on; missed hearing her laugh over Roxy’s antics or hearing her scold her in a soft, loving tone; missed seeing the disheveled look she often wore when immersed in a project; missed the way her tight pussy clutched his dick and her breathless moans that filled his ears when she came. And he missed her three-legged, curly coated, pain-in-the-ass sidekick. By midway through the second week he had had enough. Instead of wasting his time calling, he’s spent the past three days making arrangements with his on site manager to take over for a few days and he was packed and ready to head to Ohio first thing in the morning. Just let her try to shut him out when he arrived on her doorstep, he thought with a touch of malicious glee. In his mood, the mood she was responsible for, he wouldn’t be above dragging her to the woodshed for a good old fashioned disciplinary spanking before dragging her ass, caveman style if necessary, back to where she belonged. The image of him doing those things stirred his cock more than the scenes taking place along the bench across the room.
“Quit scowling, Burnett,” Donovan snapped when he sat down next to Brett on the sofa opposite of Mitch. “Colin’ll be here as soon as he can. At least you don’t have to worry about Crystal digging her claws into you again.”
Mitch was grateful for Crystal’s immediate banishment from the club, and even though he was dropping his membership, he didn’t feel inclined to suggest they could allow her to come back. Knowing his friends, Crystal had crossed a line she couldn’t cross back over, not with them. “I still don’t see why you needed me. I went back to the dungeon room as soon as I arrived and Jason was back there with Diana. He’s more than capable of keeping an eye on things.” Mitch never could say no to Colin when he asked him to fill in for him, either downstairs at the bar or up here to monitor his private BDSM domain. Colin had done plenty of favors for him in the past, especially when he was struggling starting his business. Colin, and his brothers at his request, had sent so many jobs his way he had more work than he could handle on his own and had to hire a crew years before he thought he would be able to.
“Jason’s leaving early, taking Diana out to see if they’re compatible outside of the club. You wouldn’t begrudge them the opportunity to expand on their relationship, would you?”
“Bite me, Donovan.”
Brett laughed, saying, “That’s his line. So, you’re going after your girl tomorrow?” He wondered what get up Kayla had come up with for Hannah to wear tonight. He was looking forward to seeing her in whatever it was and to seeing Mitch’s reaction when she came out, which had better be any minute now. They weren’t going to be able to keep Mitch here much longer under this ruse.
“Yes, I’m going after her, and staying until she agrees to come back and work this out. I’ll give her as much time as she needs to cope with her ordeal, but she’ll do it with me, not alone like she has been.” He would miss the club, Mitch thought now as he looked around the room at his friends, but he missed Hannah more. He was hoping someday they could get back to where they were before her attack and miscarriage, but in the meantime it was a small enough sacrifice to make after what she’s been through.
“At least she’ll be spared the trauma of having to testify against Gonzalez,” Brett said. “His plea bargain saved him from the death penalty, but he won’t be getting out again.”
Mitch barely heard what Brett was saying as his attention was riveted on the shocking sight of Hannah walking out of the restroom and crossing the large main room wearing nothing but brightly colored scarves. Wrapped above and below her breasts as well as around the fleshy mounds, they showcased their pale fullness and pointed nipples. More scarves crisscrossed around her abdomen, over her hips and around the tops of her thighs. Her shaved pubis was bare for all to see, her slit starting to shine wetly the closer she came to him. He finally had the presence of mind to raise his eyes to her face and was stunned to see her approaching him with a small smile, her fey, silver/blue eyes on him, her face completely absent of any blushing.
Swallowing past the lump lodged in his throat, Mitch resisted the urge to spring up and grab her. This was her show, and as difficult as it was, he would wait and let her play it out before jumping in and taking over.
Hannah had eyes for no one but Mitch as she crossed to him. When the girls were wrapping her in the restroom, she debated whether she could go through with this, but then hardened her resolve to make amends where she had wronged him and sucked up her insecurities. When she spotted Mitch across the room, his dark eyes widening in surprise before they turned cool and appraising, she felt everything in her settle. The rightness of what she was doing, of being here, returning to him, was all she felt as she crossed that room. He had done a good job of getting her comfortable with her body and being naked and the proud look that slowly stole across his face bolstered her courage to the point where she didn’t see anyone but him.
Anna and Kayla settled themselves on their husband’s laps and somehow, Mitch wasn’t surprised to see Colin come in with Olivia. Raising a brow in silent inquiry, Colin grinned, defending himself by saying, “Hey, lying’s okay if it’s for a good cause.”
Hannah arrived at the group in time to hear him and turned to Colin with a censuring look, that little frown between her brows appearing and having its usual effect on Mitch. His cock went from semi-erect to a full blown, painful hard-on pressing insistently against his zipper. Holding his breath, he waited until she turned back to him then surprised him by pushing his foot off his knee and sinking to her knees before him.
Looking up at him, she said simply, “I’m sorry. Will you give me a chance to make up to you?”
Mitch cupped her face in his hands and held her still while he kissed her with all the pent-up longing and frustration of the past two weeks then hauled her over his lap and laid a sharp, resounding smack on her exposed right cheek.
“Do you promise never to shut me out again?” he asked sternly, resting his hand on the bright red mark he had made.
“Yes, I promise,” Hannah gasped, still reeling from the quick way he had her flipped over, her head and legs dangling, her butt on prominent display as he raised his right knee slightly. As always, the pleasure/pain from his slap sped to her core, adding to the pleasure already aching to be released from just seeing him again. Another hard slap landed on her other cheek, making her gasp yet again, tears welling when she realized how much she has missed this.
“Do you promise never to leave again without telling me?”
“Yes, I promise, Mitch. Anything you want.” Hannah was acutely aware of the people standing around them while Mitch peppered her buttocks with several more slaps, but all she felt was relief that he was welcoming her back and that her body still responded to him the way it always did, with pulse pounding excitement and unbelievable pleasure. Her backside warmed quickly, her cheeks throbbing from the abuse that just as quickly turned to pleasure.
Mitch was so fucking proud of her he thought he might burst. She didn’
t fight him as he spanked her and made his demands and when he stopped and pushed two fingers into her pussy, he shuddered at the slick easy entry. Two weeks of abstinence made him unable to drag out her punishment. Confident he has plenty of time to cement her promises he stood her up then rose and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Mitch!” Hannah squealed as she quickly found herself face down again, this time over his shoulder.
Slapping her ass again, Mitch winked at his grinning friends, telling her, “That’s Master Mitch to you,” then strode down the hall.
Hannah’s butt landed on a soft mesh triangle hanging from the ceiling in the back room. She didn’t say anything as Mitch wrapped her wrists in cuffs above her head, but cringed when he wrapped straps above her knees, lifted each leg up and out, way out, and secured them to the side of the swing, lewdly displaying her. She has never felt more exposed, or more excited as Mitch gazed down on her trussed up body with a dark look of lust, his hand slowly gliding from her shoulders over her breasts, caressed her legs then settled at the junction between them.
“Do I really have to call you Master here?” she asked as her body swelled from the carnal look on his face.
Mitch was relishing having the feel of all that soft, soft skin under his hands again, his mind on claiming her so thoroughly she’ll never want to leave him again. Raising his eyes to her face, seeing the reciprocating feelings etched so clearly, he said, “Marry me and you can call me anything you want.”
“Marry you?!” she squeaked in surprise, astounded he was asking for a commitment so soon.
“You love me, I love you. It seems like the next logical step.”
“Who says I love you?” she managed to gasp as he pushed two fingers into her vagina and went straight for her special spot.
“You,” Mitch stated positively while he caressed her g-spot and watched her eyes glaze over before sliding a finger into her rectum. “You wouldn’t have paraded across that room naked for a man you didn’t love. Marry me.”
Oh, God, there was that steely tone he used in the softest voice that turned her to mush and made her unable to deny him anything. Add that to his total control over her, the way he wasn’t giving her any leeway, no choices but to heel to his demands, and she was left with no option but to succumb to his demands, thank God. Before she could voice her reply, his fingers moved faster, deeper into her orifices, distracting her for a moment as the small tremors announcing her impending climax started.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah,” Mitch groaned when she tightened around his fingers, “say yes so I can fuck you. I’m God damn dying here.”
“Yes,” Hannah said as small contractions threatened to explode into big ones at any moment.
Mitch released his cock and slid home with one deep plunge, bending over her to take one berry red, taut nipple into his mouth. Sensation flooded him as she clamped around him like a vice, her juices soaking his bare cock as he jackknifed into her welcoming heat over and over. Switching to her other nipple, he teased and tantalized that bud until waves of pleasure so racking and intense he shook with them erupted from his balls. Grasping her ass, he lifted her hips and thrust repeatedly into her, managing to watch as the pleasure consumed her also, her mewling cries music to his ears, the surprise and pleasure in her eyes a beautiful sight.
Hannah exploded in a torrent of ecstasy she was sure matched what she saw on Mitch’s face and felt spewing from his penis. How had she ever thought she could run away from this, she wondered as her body shook with her intense release. Her happy place was soaking up the pleasure as much as she was soaking up the look of possessive lust on Mitch’s face.
She waited until Mitch released her bonds, then couldn’t resist wrapping her legs and arms around him and whispering in his ear, “You really shouldn’t blaspheme….Master.”
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