Hannah remembered Mitch telling her that and that the brothers were very strict about their limited membership. “Thanks. I feel like a fish out of water just sitting down here. I can’t imagine what I’m going to think when we go upstairs.” Large, calloused hands landed on her shoulders, making her look up to see Mitch standing behind her.
“Let’s go up and find out. Ladies, your presence has been requested upstairs also.” Mitch frowned when he saw the half full margarita in front of Hannah. “Is that yours?”
Anna, Kayla and Olivia stood and left quickly, both anticipation and worry etched on their faces. Hannah felt a little off balance as she stood, but the room quickly righted itself and then she felt fine. Actually, she felt more than fine. She didn’t like that woozy feeling, but now that it had passed, she liked the courage bolstering feeling sweeping through her senses as well as the look on Mitch’s face. The one that said he wanted her and wanted her now.
“Yes, and I’m not calling you Master Mitch. Can we go up now before I change my mind?”
Mitch saw her eyes were clear and her stance steady. She hadn’t drunk much, but for someone who has never had alcohol before, what she had could be considered a lot. Luckily, she looked like she could hold her liquor pretty well and was clear-headed enough to make rational decisions tonight. “Definitely.” Taking her hand, he led her to the back of the club, opened the door marked private into a small hallway and over to the elevator. He ignored her remark about calling him Master for now. If that was the only thing she balked at, he would be pleased.
“Wait a sec,” Hannah said after he punched the U. “I need a minute.”
Mitch leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and watched her as she paced back and forth. Whatever was going on now, he knew it was something she was going to have to come to terms with on her own. He never forgot Hannah’s background or disrespected her beliefs. It was those very things that made her the woman he craved above all others, even though he was well aware it could be those traits that eventually separated them.
“I don’t have to do anything, right?” she asked, pausing a moment to look at him.
“Of course not,” he reassured her before she started pacing again.
She didn’t have to do anything, Hannah reiterated silently as she paced, and there was nothing wrong with watching. She mentally tallied up how many of the seven deadly sins she has committed. There was lust, a lot of lust, greed because she wanted more of the lust, and envy. Okay, three out of seven. She was on the low end of the scale and probably wasn’t in jeopardy of completely losing control of all she believed in. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I’m going to hell for sure, she thought as a blast of guilt fought past her reasoning. Then she looked up and saw Mitch just standing there, watching her out of dark eyes that held nothing except fondness. No anger at her delay, no impatience with her internal struggle and no censure over her moral insecurities. No words could have settled the matter for her better than that calm look of acceptance for whatever decision she came to.
Hannah felt the last of her misgivings thaw like the chill of winter with the first sign of spring warmth. Smiling, her mind clear and her heart pounding with anticipation, she nodded her head just as the elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
“But just so you know,” Mitch said as he took her hand again and led her into the elevator, his own anticipation riding high, “It’ll be my job to make you want to participate tonight.”
Oh darn, Hannah silently moaned. She knew just how good he was at convincing her to do things, which meant her participation in public tonight was a foregone conclusion.
Chapter Fourteen
When the elevator doors swooshed open and they stepped into a large room where people were mingling or sitting on plush sofas and chairs, Hannah’s first thought was it looked like someone was hosting a party in the great room of their home. Music played softly in the background so it was easy to hear the low murmurs of conversation as well as the louder sounds of laughter. But as Mitch led her inside, she quickly noted the differences. How could she have not se
en the couples having sex in a variety of positions on the long, wide padded bench against one wall first thing? Now that she has, she could distinctly hear high pitched cries and low moans of pleasure coming from those people. As they neared one seating area, the sight of Anna and Kayla sitting on their husband’s laps made her relax. It definitely helped seeing familiar faces in a room full of strangers.
“Brett, Donovan, this is Hannah.” Mitch introduced her to his friends seated on the sofa across from the wide, plush arm chair he took a seat on, pulling Hannah down on his lap.
“Hannah, you’re just as pretty as Mitch said you were. Welcome to our club.”
“Thank you, Brett,” Hannah replied as she tried to keep her eyes from wandering to that bench and the activities taking place on it. Her face heated as she couldn’t help but watch a man sink his penis into the woman seated in front of him while the man standing behind him spread his buttocks and pushed his member into the other man’s butt. “Oh, my,” she unknowingly murmured. Knowing and reading about such alternative sexual practices didn’t prepare her for the sheer eroticism of bearing witness to their lifestyle first hand.
“And just as shy,” Donovan said grinning. “I have to get creative to get Anna to blush anymore.”
Hannah quickly looked at Anna’s husband, wishing her shock and naivety weren’t so apparent. The scar that ran down Donovan’s cheek did nothing to detract from his good looks. Both men had vivid green eyes and enough of a resemblance that you could tell they were related, but where Brett’s hair was a dark, mink brown, Donovan’s sandy color was sun-streaked, making it much lighter.
“There’s a lot to blush over,” Hannah finally said in her defense.
“Don’t worry, Hannah,” Anna told her. “You’ll soon get to where these scenes won’t faze you other than to make you ready to play.”
Donovan tightened his arm around Anna and slipped his hand under her skirt. “And are you ready to play?”
Anna wrapped her hand around his thick wrist as she lifted her hips against his hand. “Can’t you tell?” she moaned then bit her lip to stifle a cry when he zeroed in on her clit.
Hannah wiggled on Mitch’s lap, felt his erection against her butt and shifted her attention off the other couples to him. Her sheath had moistened from the soft pulses of the vibrator and she was afraid there will be a telltale damp spot on her dress when she stood up. She ached to feel him inside her again, wanted to feel the soft tremors the vibrator was responsible for escalate into a body enveloping orgasm.
“Kayla tells me you’re a photographer,” Brett said as he casually lowered the thin straps of Kayla’s top, baring her breasts and her taut nipples.
Once again, she struggled not to stare when he just as casually tugged on one nipple, his eyes warm as he looked at her. “Yes, and I’m enjoying it immensely. It’s been a fun way to meet people and visit some of the more popular, scenic sights in the city.”
“Hannah’s aunt, my neighbor, has been using her social media contacts and skills to drum up business and Ethan’s been a big help in setting up her website.” Mitch kept the conversation going as he slipped his hand into his pocket and kicked the vibrator up a notch.
Hannah sucked in a breath as slightly harder pulses stimulated both her special spot and her happy button, making her tighten her legs in an effort to ease the growing ache for more. “Not fair,” she hissed under her breath.