Hannah found herself balking, but only for a split second. She had expected him to ease into something like he did last week, not jump right into sex. Reminding herself that she was the one who insisted he not hold back, she averted her gaze from the other couple as she sank to her knees, Anna only a foot away in the same position.
She watched, mesmerized as Mitch released his swollen penis and coated it with the chocolaty nut spread himself. She couldn’t help but see Donovan’s saliva dampened erection as Anna pulled up to tongue the smooth round head, lapping up his secreting juices before taking him deep again. Seeing that made her mouth water to taste Mitch again, made her want more than anything to bring him the same pleasure Anna was bringing Donovan.
“Now, Hannah.” Mitch’s guttural command was accompanied by his hand gathering up her hair at her nape to keep it off her face as he guided her head down. The hungry look in her eyes had him dribbling pre-come already and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long.
Hannah shivered at his deep, dark tone and lowered her head to swipe up and down his hardness, relishing the sweet, nutty taste of the spread as much as the salty, earthy taste of his seepage when it mixed. Groaning at that telltale sign of his excitement, she closed her lips around his girth, laved his entire length over and over until she got to the velvety-soft yet hard as steel core of him. Every veined ridge was a delight to feel, every sensitive spot she accidentally found was a pleasure to torment and every drop from his leaking slit an honor to swallow. Remembering the sensitive flesh under the bulbous crown, she slowly licked that area over and over until he was lifting into her mouth, his low groans urging her on.
“You’re too damn good at this,” Mitch muttered as he enjoyed the sight of her cheeks bulging with his cock, her tongue and lips making short work of cleaning him off and pushing his climax closer and closer.
His praise made it easier for Hannah to ignore the people mingling around them, set aside the twinge of moral guilt that was knocking at her subconscious and allowed her to bask in the knowledge that she was pleasing him. She continued to lick, stroke and suck, thinking of a lollipop as she did, one hand squeezing the base of him that didn’t fit. Wondering what she could do with her other hand to increase his pleasure, she slid a glance towards Anna. When she saw her friend caressing Donovan’s sac, she recalled reading that men’s testicles were very sensitive, as was the small area just below them.
With wicked intent, wanting to drive him as crazy as he always did her, she cupped his sac, felt the distinct shape of two balls and rolled them around. Glancing up to gauge his reaction, she was pleased to see his lips tighten, his nostrils flare and his dark eyes boring down on her. He didn’t say anything, just raised one dark brow as he tightened his hand around her hair. Not good enough, she thought as she moved her middle finger under his sac and found a small, soft spot that made him jerk and curse as soon as she caressed it.
“Jesus H. Christ,” Mitch groaned as his eyeballs crossed and his orgasm pushed past his determined efforts to hold it off a little longer. “Novice, my ass,” he managed to get out before he exploded in her mouth, his efforts to pull her back no match for her determination to keep him in her warm, wet mouth.
It was difficult, but Hannah managed to swallow his come as she continued to torment that little spot and suck on his length. She was clumsy and the urge to gag was nearly overwhelming, but she refused to back off until he was spent. As soon as she released his still semi-erect member, Anna was passing her a glass of water with a knowing grin. “Thanks,” she told her after draining the glass then looking back up at Mitch. He was still breathing heavy, his face flushed, his penis lying innocently now even though it wasn’t completely softened again. Hannah liked that proof that he wasn’t through with her yet. Feeling confident and mischievous, she forced a frown and quipped, “I wish you wouldn’t blaspheme, Mitchell.”
Both Anna and Donovan broke into laughter, and when Mitch noticed the small half smile on her lips and the light in her eyes, he joined them. “Hannah, sweetheart, every time I blaspheme it’s your fault. You might want to remember that.” Lifting his hips, he zipped his jeans then pulled Hannah onto his lap and kissed her before saying, “Thank you.”
Pleased, Hannah laid her head on his chest, content to sit a moment while he conversed with Donovan. For the first time, she noticed how many people were in the room and had witnessed her behavior, but even that revelation did nothing to dampen her satisfaction.
Hannah’s compliance was more than he could have hoped for, and Mitch felt more positive about her acceptance, and pleasure of his next step. He gave her time to relax as he visited with Donovan and they both watched, grinning when Brett bent Kayla over the bench and laid several sharp strokes of his belt across her ass. She must have done something to earn a punishment, or maybe not. When Colin strode in ten minutes later and nodded his head, Mitch nudged Hannah up.
“Come with me,” he told her before telling Donovan, “Later.”
She didn’t hesitate, which was good, and Mitch didn’t linger as they went down the hall to the last room at the end. There was always a lot fewer people in the BDSM room as only a few members indulged in that kink. On the one hand, he thought Hannah would be more amenable to stripping in the room with the least number of observers, but on the other, the activities in this room were of a more intense nature and definitely not for the timid. Hannah has never been timid, but she was innocent, so he knew he was straddling a fine line tonight.
Stopping under a dangling chain, Mitch didn’t look at her as he rooted around in his bag, saying, “Strip, Hannah,” as casually as if he was asking her to pass the salt.
Hannah swallowed convulsively at his quietly dictated order. She had been expecting to get completely naked tonight, but knowing ahead of time she was going to be doing something didn’t make it any easier when the time came to actually go through with it.
“Sometime tonight, unless you want to head home.” Mitch held two wrist cuffs in his hands and made no move to help her. She had to make this decision, and comply or not, all on her own.
Keeping her eyes averted from the other people in the room, most of them engrossed in their own activity, Hannah toed off her sandals before shimmying out of her skirt, taking her panties with it. Thankful for the dimmer lighting in this room, she slipped her top over her head then handed all her clothes into Mitch’s outstretched hand.
“Good girl,” he praised her softly before setting her garments on a chair. “Keep your eyes, your attention on me, Hannah, and you’ll do fine. Put out your wrists.”
Hannah obeyed, refusing to embarrass him by balking or questioning what he was doing. There had been a little information in her book about bondage, and he had already bound her several times at home to prepare her for tonight, so this part was rather easy. In fact, as he fastened lined leather wrist cuffs on her, she felt her body ready for him like it always did; her blood pumping hotly through her veins, her heart beating rapidly, her nipples tightening and her sheath swelling and moistening. But when he lowered a chain and attached the cuffs to it then raised it again, leaving her arms stretched over her head, her body taut as a bowstring, she struggled in panic.
“Hannah,” Mitch snapped, cupping her face with his hands. “You’re fine. I’m right here, I’ll stay right here.” Mitch gave her a moment to focus on him, waited until her body relaxed and the panic left her eyes and she gave him a rueful smile before saying softly, “That’s my girl.”
Those three words went straight to Hannah’s heart and turned it over, sealing her fate with this man. Too overwhelmed to say anything, she nodded to let him know she was ready to continue with whatever he had planned.
Mitch breathed a sigh of relief as Colin walked up and pointed for Olivia, who was naked except for her collar, to kneel on the floor. ?
?Are we good to go?” he asked of Mitch, but his eyes were on Hannah.
“Yes. Start lightly,” he cautioned his friend.
“Really? You’re telling me how to proceed with a newbie?”
“Okay, okay. Cut me some slack. You were in my shoes not long ago.”
Colin winked at Olivia. “Point taken.”
“Uh, Mitch?” Hannah wanted to twist around to see where Colin went, but just then Mitch pulled a bar and two more cuffs from his bag and knelt at her feet.
Slipping the ankle cuffs on, Mitch ignored her hesitancy and said, “Spread your legs,