HannasHaven

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  Marcus shoved her t-shirt up over her breasts. She trembled, taking a half step back.

  “Stay still,” he growled.

  She froze.

  He pulled the t-shirt off and threw it away, leaving her only in those pretty, delicate panties. He stared at her, soaking her beauty in.

  “Turn around,” he told her.

  “Marcus,” she protested, a tremble in her voice. What was wrong? He peered up at her? Was she afraid of him? Surely she knew by now that he wouldn’t hurt her. No, that wasn’t it. She wasn’t afraid. She was shy, nervous. After everything they’d done?

  He clasped her around the hips, holding her steady. “What’s wrong, Hanna? What are you worrying about?” he asked. He smoothed his hands up, clasping them around her waist. His fingers touched.

  “Talk to me,” he demanded when she remained quiet.

  She rolled her eyes. “You can’t just demand I talk to you, especially when you’re not exactly forthcoming about your feelings.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “If you want someone who’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you’re with the wrong man, Hanna. I’m not about to suddenly become one of those touchy-feely guys.”

  She sighed in exasperation. “Why would I want someone to lie to me about how gorgeous I am? I’m not a fool, I know how I look. But you’re a tad bit intimidating when you just stare at me and bark out orders. Most of the time I have no idea what you’re thinking. I mean, I should be used to it, you’re like that all the time, but I’m…”

  Nearly naked, vulnerable and in need of reassurance. He was an idiot. He moved her away from him before standing and stripping off his pants and boxers in one swift move.

  Hanna took in a sharp breath. Her gaze moved over him, looking her fill.

  “Never doubt how attractive I find you. You’re so hot that I’ve spent the last few weeks with a permanent hard-on. I’ve had so many cold showers in the last few weeks that icicles are starting to form between my toes.”

  She smiled, tension melting.

  “Turn around now, Tink.”

  She turned slowly and pleasure flooded through him at the sight of her tight butt encased in pink panties. He cupped a firm cheek, squeezing lightly.

  Hanna made a low noise in her throat.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Answer me out loud.” He tugged her panties down.

  “Y-yes sir,” she stuttered.

  “Oh, I do enjoy hearing you call me sir. Just for that I’m going to touch you there again. I’m a man who likes to please.”

  A bark of laughter escaped her as he’d planned. Marcus ran his hands over her bottom, rubbing, squeezing before leaning forward to nip one buttock, then the other.

  “Oh,” she cried out. Her knees buckled and he caught her before they gave out completely.

  “Easy. Turn back around now.”

  He held her loosely, prepared to catch her if she fell. Hanna faced him, her face flushed, eyes soaked with lust, her naked body ensnaring him.

  “Beautiful,” he told her.

  “Hardly.”

  Reaching around, he smacked her sharply on the ass.

  Hanna winced as Marcus whacked her ass a few more times. She longed to jump away, but didn’t dare. He’d warned her what would happen if she didn’t come to him immediately.

  She should probably protest, yet she enjoyed when he took charge, when he dominated her.

  He made her feel safe, cared for, protected. Desired.

  And there was no denying the surge of pleasure his punishments gave her. The way her blood heated, the way her body readied itself for him.

  She wanted this. Wanted his control. Craved it.

  When he stopped, a surge of disappointment assailed her even as she told herself she should be relieved, grateful he was going easy on her.

  “I thought you said thirty,” she blurted out, surprising herself.

  Marcus raised a brow. “Those few smacks weren’t for disobedience. They were for putting yourself down. But you’re right, you have thirty coming and I’m not cruel enough to make you wait and worry. Come, over my knee now.”

  Anxious, jittery, she took the hand he extended, letting him help her over his knee. Her torso rested on the sofa, her stomach over his firm, warm thighs.

  Marcus caressed her down back and bottom to the top of her thighs then back up again, comforting her until she relaxed.

  “That’s better,” he murmured. “Just relax. Give in to me. You want this, don’t you, sweetheart? You need me to take control. And you know I would never hurt you. I want to take care of you, give you your every desire. That’s my job. To give you what you need. And you need this. No moving now.”

  His hand landed on her butt. Hard. Quickly he landed the next smack. Then another. Tears filled her eyes as her skin stung, the pain growing. Her breath came faster as she fought to stay still.

  She closed her eyes as he stopped to rub her bottom, spreading the heat.

  “How you doing, sugar?”

  “O-okay.”

  “Give me a color, baby. Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

  Hanna took a deep breath, assessing herself. Sure, the spanking damn well hurt, but the pain was doing things to her. The heat from her bottom had been absorbed into her bloodstream, firing all her nerve endings.

  Even though tears continued to run down her face, they were a relief more than anything else. When was the last time she’d cried? Just let go?

  “Green.”

  “Good girl.”

  He started again, each smack of his hand reverberating throughout her body. She floated, a feeling of safety coming over her. When he stopped, she arched back with a whimper, wanting more.

  “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”

  She drifted down as he massaged her lower back. Sighing, she simply lay on his lap and let him comfort her.

  “Back with me now?” he asked in a voice she’d never heard before. He sounded tender.

  “Yes sir.”

  He flipped her over, holding her close to his chest. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped away her tears.

  “You took your punishment very well.” Leaning down, he kissed her. Gently at first, then he pushed her for more, pressing his tongue against her lips, plunging into her mouth.

  Marcus cupped Hanna’s pussy with one hand, her heat searing his palm. He dipped a finger through her folds, breath quickening at the moisture he found there.

  Damn, she was made for him.

  “Nice and wet.” She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. He grinned as she blushed furiously.

  “Shy little fairy,” he murmured. He ran his hands over her quivering body, trying to soothe her.

  Go slow, go easy.

  Damn, this might just kill him.

  Marcus leaned down for a kiss. He clasped one breast, running his thumb over her nipple. The small bud was hard, and suddenly he had to taste her.

  Leaving her lips swollen and well-kissed, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, breathing over it before lapping at it softly.

  “More, please.”

  He ran his thumb over one nipple as he sucked on the other. Then he swapped, keeping her on edge, playing with her breasts until she was trembling, her hands gripping his shoulders to hold herself up.

  “Damn, that’s hot,” he muttered, leaning back to take her in. Her slight body shuddered, her breath coming quick and sharp. Her hard buds stood out, deep red against the creamy whiteness of her skin.

  “Ohh please,” she cried. “Please take me, I need you inside me.”

  He chuckled. “Not yet, baby.”

  She sobbed in protest. Marcus pressed a finger into her passage.

  “Damn, that feels good.” He thrust his finger in and out, his erection pressing against her warm buttocks. Each time she moved, she brushed against him. Torture. He had to get some control back before he embarrassed himself.

  He continued to press a
gainst her clit, lavishing it with attention as he finger-fucked her. She quivered, writhing on his lap. Marcus drew his arm around her, holding her tight against him.

  “Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand. Let me feel your pleasure, hear you scream.”

  Hanna arched back, her passage tightening around his fingers, small noises escaping her lips as she came. Marcus held her throughout, watching her, reveling in her delight. She was sweetness and light and everything he never thought he’d want.

  How the hell could he let her go?

  “Marcus,” she sighed.

  “Yes, baby?” he asked, looking down into her relaxed, satiated face.

  “Can I touch you?”

  Marcus took a deep breath. “Sugar, there is nothing I would like more.”

  Turning, she straddled his lap, staring at him as though it were Christmas morning and she didn’t know where to start. Marcus grasped her hips, partly to help her balance, partly to stop himself from grabbing her, flipping her on her back and taking her.

  Kissing her way down his neck, her pussy brushed against his hard cock, making him twitch. Her warm juices coated him, searing his sensitive shaft. Reaching his nipple, she sucked and brushed her teeth over it.

  “Jesus Christ.” She slid off his lap and kneeled between his legs. His balls rose, tightening. A burning started low in his gut with the first flick of her tongue. As though he were a giant lollipop, she licked him, each swipe driving him crazier. Balling his hands at his sides, he closed his eyes and rested his head back against the couch.

  Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

  She swallowed the head of his shaft and he jumped. “Shit.”

  Giggling, she took him deep. The burning in his balls flamed hotter, sizzling. He was done for. “Baby, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  Her soft hand cupped his balls and he lost what little control he had left. He exploded. And Hanna swallowed every drop. When he was spent, she took her time withdrawing, almost as if she were reluctant to let him go.

  More shaken than he wanted to admit, Marcus picked her up and held her tight.

  Fuck it all, he wanted to keep her.

  Kissing her forehead, he drew her scent into him. “All right, Hanna?”

  “Yes.” She buried into him. “When are they coming?” Her whisper drew him back to reality and the phone call he’d taken only an hour ago.

  “We have two hours,” he told her.

  Her violet eyes pierced him. “Enough time for a shower then.”

  Marcus mock groaned. “Damn it, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

  *

  Hanna tensed when Marcus’ wristwatch beeped. He stood and, grabbing her hand, walked to the camera. Two all-terrain vehicles sat at the entrance to the driveway. One was Cooper’s silver Porsche, the other a BMW.

  “Ready, Tink?” Marcus asked, looking down at her.

  Throwing her shoulders back, she was determined to appear brave, even if her insides were jelly. She nodded and he hit the button allowing them entrance.

  After a very pleasurable shower, Marcus had taken her back to his bedroom, bent her over the bed and fucked her. She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a while and she relished the pain. It would be something to remember him by. When she felt alone, she could think back on this time they’d had together and know that she could be desirable. That she could be wanted.

  “Hey, come back to me now.” He turned her toward him. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  “Course it is.” Hanna planted a big, fake smile on her face. “I’m sure they’re really nice guys and in a few days I’ll be seeing you again. Of course, I have to act like I don’t know you.”

  Like I don’t want to jump you, fuck you, suck you until you scream.

  And if she was honest with herself, that’s what she found the most daunting, what she feared the most. Not having to live with two strangers or pretend that she was romantically involved with them, but the fact that she couldn’t touch Marcus when she wanted, couldn’t go to him if she were scared or horny or anything.

  “Hanna.” He tipped her chin up. A serious expression chiseled his face as they heard car doors slam shut. “You can always come to me if you’re afraid. I will always protect you. You have my phone number. I expect to hear from you if you need me. Understand me?”

  She nodded.

  “I’m serious, Tink. I find out you were in trouble and you didn’t get hold of me, I’m going to make that spanking you just had feel like love pats. Got me?”

  “Yes,” she replied. Some of her tension eased. He wouldn’t leave her completely alone.

  He opened the door just as Cooper and his brothers stepped up onto the porch.

  “Marcus, Hanna,” Cooper greeted them. “These are my brothers, Connor and Cade. Cade’s the one with the longer hair.”

  Cooper’s brothers were twins. They were built large, like Cooper. But where Cooper had short hair and hazel-colored eyes, Cade and Connor had gray eyes, and they both wore their darker hair longer.

  Cade had hair so long it nearly reached his shoulders. His face was blank. Not cold, but he didn’t give a thing away. His brother would have been identical, except his shorter hair curled at the ends and he wore a smile, his eyes filled with warmth.

  Marcus shook their hands and then it was Hanna’s turn. She took a step forward, taking Cade’s hand as he stared at her solemnly. His hand was firm, slightly calloused and warm. He stepped back to let his smiling brother forward. Connor held her hand longer, his gray gaze running over her with a look of appreciation in his eyes. She blushed.

  Marcus growled from behind her, making her jump. Connor let her hand slip free and she took a step back to stand beside Marcus.

  “Shall we go inside?” Connor asked.

  Cooper stared at Marcus solemnly. “We should get going,” he said.

  Marcus nodded, scowling at Connor and Cade. Hanna shivered, grateful she’d never seen him look at her that way. Marcus turned to her and, in a move that stunned her, picked her up, cradling her as though she were a babe against his chest.

  “You remember, you call me if you need me. I don’t care what the fuck anyone thinks, I will be there as soon as I can.”

  Hanna hugged him tight, burying her face into his chest, not caring what the others might think either. Her heart shattering, she held on to him as though he were hers. As though she had the right.

  “You look after her,” Marcus growled. “If she gets one scratch on her, you’ll pay, you get me?”

  “Understood,” one of the twins replied. Probably Connor, she guessed, he seemed more talkative. Cade had that tall, dark and mysterious thing going on.

  “What about security?” Cooper asked. “One of us needs to go through the system with them.”

  “Hanna knows how everything works,” Marcus replied, setting her on her feet. Hanna forced herself not to cling to him, instead taking a step back to put some space between them.

  “Hold out your wrist, Tink.”

  She frowned with puzzlement but nevertheless did as he asked.

  He removed his watch with the implanted security chip and placed it around her much smaller wrist, cinching it up tight. She looked down at the watch. He’d punched extra holes in the strap so it would fit her.

  Hanna threw her arms around him once more. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  If anyone wanted entrance or tried to enter without permission, she’d know. It was the best gift she’d ever received.

  *

  Four days later, Hanna stared out of the BMW’s window at the sprawling complex coming into view. It had the look of an old Southern mansion, but was probably only fifty years old. It had been haphazardly added to over the years, giving it an odd appearance, as though it were sprouting roots.

  Cade pulled the vehicle over to the side of the private road that led down to the mansion. “Paterson certainly had delusions of grandeur, huh?” he commented.

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p; Hanna turned to look at him. She still wondered how the hell this was going to work. She didn’t feel the slightest bit of interest for either of them, and they were both nice guys. Sure, Cade was marginally neurotic and missing a few social skills, but he said his mind and she never had to guess where she stood with him.

  Connor, on the other hand, had gotten all the charm. He smiled often, joked around and was a total gentleman.

  How the hell did she end up here? With two fake boyfriends she wasn’t attracted to? She was so screwed.

  She glanced down at the bracelet in the sun and twisted it around her wrist. Cade had insisted on her wearing it, even though she’d been a bit uncomfortable accepting jewelry from a stranger. But as he’d pointed out they weren’t supposed to be strangers and a boyfriend would be expected to give his girlfriend gifts.

  “You ready for this, pumpkin?” Connor asked, sympathy clear in his eyes.

  Hanna glared at him. “Stop calling me pumpkin. It sounds ridiculous.”

  “Plus, she’s more of a celery than a pumpkin,” Cade commented.

  “What?” Connor asked. Hanna gaped at Cade in bewilderment.

  He shrugged, obviously not understanding their confusion. “A pumpkin is round and dimply. Hanna doesn’t remind me of a pumpkin. She’s more like celery, thin and straight.”

  Well, hell. Had she just been complimented or insulted? She really didn’t know.

  Connor shook his head, turning to stare at her. “Please forgive him. Ever since that coyote stole him as a baby, he’s been a bit odd.”

  Hanna’s lips twitched. “A coyote?”

  “It’s true. One did take me as a baby while we were visiting some relatives.”

  “Seriously?” She looked over at Connor, who nodded.

  “Yep,” Connor agreed. “But it’s the coyote I feel sorry for. He didn’t know what he was in for by taking Cade. According to our father, they found Cade sitting by himself under a tree, the coyote just staring at him, whimpering. Cade was completely naked, covered in mud and the only injury he suffered was a gash on his forehead. The coyote, on the other hand, was, well, stunned I believe is the word my mother used.”