Infatuation

by Anise Storm

  Hannah’s expressive eyes were drawn to one wall and she appeared to be thinking about them. Finley normally would never allow a submissive to pick what he would use on them. After all, he was the Dominant and he controlled the scene. Things were different with this woman though. She was not the usual club submissive but, rather, the woman who held his heart. By allowing her to choose, he would be able to get more insight into her, as well as her pain tolerance.

  Finley expected her to grab something like the paddle or even the crop. A few of the floggers looked very underwhelming, as well. When she finally made a decision, he watched Hannah move over to the rattan canes. She picked up the one she’d held in her hands earlier and brought it back to him. “That’s a very nice choice, baby girl. Remove your clothes for me.”

  He watched her chew nervously on her bottom lip for a few seconds as she hesitated before finally speaking. “Is there a certain way that you would like me to present myself to you, Sir?”

  Finley did have a specific presentation that he preferred but he would go over that with her after the punishment portion of this scene was over. “I do, but, for the moment, I just want you to bare yourself to me, then take your place on the spanking horse in the corner.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Yes, Sir,” Hannah said as she lowered her head. She removed her clothing and tried not to become aroused, but it was hard not to, especially when in the presence of a Dominant and one that she genuinely cared about. Taking a few short steps to the spanking horse, she positioned her body perfectly across it.

  Her mind was still spinning with the realization that the one thing she wanted the most with Finley had actually turned out to be true. What were the odds that he was also in the lifestyle? A very good one, she silently answered, shivering slightly when he crossed the room to her.

  He caressed her back with his large hands, palming her ass cheeks, and those smallest of touches set her body aflame. He didn’t speak as he leaned over to cuff each wrist to the piece of furniture. After Finley did the same to her ankles, Hannah was fully restrained. It was extremely freeing to her.

  A loud crack sounded in the air and her entire body tensed. Finley was testing out the cane, and Hannah briefly began to second guess whether that had been the right thing to pick up or not, after all. It was too late now to change her mind—not that she actually would have, even if she could have. She knew she was wrong for breaking into his room, no matter how curious she was, and now she had to face the consequences of those actions.

  “Remember, I’m going to deliver ten blows, and I would like for you to count out each one, adding an apology to the tenth and final one. If, at any time, you lose track or just outright disobey me, I’ll start back over, but with an implement of my choice,” he told her, and the deep timbre of his voice caused her body to tremble. This very man had starred in so many of her fantasies over the last couple of years, but tonight was the first time he’d done so in this capacity. His next words pulled her from her thoughts. “Do you understand me, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.” And she did. While a small part of her wanted to rebel and see what else he could—and would—give her in addition to this punishment, Hannah knew the disappointment that followed would be worse than any flogger, crop or whip he could grab from the wall. Allowing her head to drop forward, she braced herself in those few long seconds, nearly yelping at the feel of the rattan as it connected with her backside. “O-one,” she managed to choke out, as a searing pain shot across her flesh.

  There was something innately sensual about a cane. While many of the women she knew didn’t like that level of pain, Hannah craved it. She would be considered a masochist within their circle of like-minded friends, but she personally hated to label her submission. She had hard limits but, for the most part, she was willing to at least try certain things, if it meant pleasing her Dominant.

  Another loud whoosh sounded and she felt an identical stripe of fire bloom across her other cheek. “Two, Sir.” A moan also accompanied that strike when the heat turned into a more manageable and very pleasurable warmth. “Three…four…five…six…” The next few blows came in rapid succession and by now, she felt alive. Even though her ass throbbed, her entire body had become that much more aroused.

  She could feel her nipples harden, pressed against the cold leather beneath her. Hannah’s core clenched, especially when instead of delivering the next strike, Finley ran one hand over her freshly welted skin. The combination of pain and pleasure was intense, instantly causing her clit to harden in anticipation. Hannah knew she had four more lashes of the cane to take and when she arched her body as much as her current position would allow, she suddenly felt his hand connect with her flesh.

  “I’m calling the shots, baby girl. You still have four more to go. Are you ready to continue?”

  She nodded mutely at him and braced herself for the next one, which came swiftly and harder than the previous ones.

  “S-seven, Sir.” Another few swats landed, each causing a line of fire to burn from her ass inward. “Eight…nine…” Hannah’s head hung lower as she waited and waited for what seemed like forever for the final blow to arrive. With most Dominants, the tenth one would be her cue to come, and while she could so easily in this moment, Finley had mentioned nothing about allowing her to do so tonight, so she wouldn’t anger or disappoint him further by asking him. “Ten, Sir. I’m sorry that I disregarded your earlier wishes and trespassed into this space.”

  “Very good, Hannah,” he told her, as she heard him set the cane down. His hands returned to her body that was now coated in a thick layer of sweat. Her long hair clung to her dampened forehead and she felt him brush it aside. A few seconds later, she felt his lips on her cheek then forehead, the tenderness eliciting a soft sigh from her.

  Hannah had hoped that he would now allow her a physical release, but she didn’t dare push her luck by mentioning anything, and she doubted that the magic words would be forthcoming anyway, even if she did. His hands worked at the cuffs and soon both her wrists and ankles were released from their metal prisons. She still held out hope that this would be the beginning of an even more wonderful night than the one before was, especially when she looked up and watched as he undid the buttons on his dress shirt.

  Any glimmer of hope she had remaining was doused when he removed the shirt, handing it to her and directing her to put it on. Since Finley was making her get dressed, she felt the physical ache of unreleased tension deep in her core. She made it onto her feet, moving gingerly as she slid her arms into the sleeves, then began to button the shirt.

  Since he was a few inches taller than her, the material hung down below her ass and she had to admit that it felt good against her overly-heated flesh. She was about to turn to leave when he called her name. “Hannah.”

  Turning slowly, she took a quick peek at him before lowering her lashes. “Yes, Sir?” she questioned. With her head pointed downward, all she could see were his feet and lower legs as he approached her. One hand slipped beneath her chin, and she felt him raise her head until she was now looking into his blue-green eyes.

  “I need to put some cream on those welts. Bend over that table in the corner.” Per his instructions, as soon as he released her face from his hand, Hannah moved over to the table and positioned herself over it. He was providing aftercare, which was one of the most important aspects of any contact within this lifestyle. Even though they hadn’t had a full-fledged scene, the sign of any good Dominant was knowing what their submissive needed, even when she didn’t.

  Hannah doubted that something as simple as a spanking required that, but Finley evidently thought she did, so she remained perfectly still, allowing him to massage the cool cream into her welts. When he was finished, she found herself swept up into his arms as he carried her out of the room. His bedroom was just down the hallway, and except for that one time she’d dropped his dry cleaning off, she’d never been in there. That changed when he carried her inside
and laid her across the top of his bed.

  Still aroused, she couldn’t help but run her tongue across her bottom lip as she watched him remove his shoes, socks and dress slacks. He was turned away from her, so all Hannah could see was his stellar backside. He had an ass that was so firm that one could bounce a quarter off it. Not that I’d ever be brave enough to try that.

  Finley turned and her eyes immediately met his. He smirked at her, knowing that she was drinking in the sight of him, naked and unabashed. Slowly, she lowered her gaze and became mesmerized by the bronzed muscle of his chest and torso that rippled as he shifted on his feet. She looked farther down, past his muscular vee to his hand, that was currently fisting his sizeable erection.

  “Bloody hell. If you keep looking at me like that, baby girl, we’ll never make it to dinner.” Giving his dick a quick stroke or two, he turned at the sound of her moan and walked toward his dressing room, stopping to add, “After we eat dinner, I plan to have you for dessert.”

  With those parting words, he disappeared inside. Hannah detected a few small noises coming from the master bathroom, and when she heard the sound of running water, she knew that he was about to take a shower. She sighed and rolled over onto her side, alleviating the slight discomfort she still felt from the caning. It was just her luck that she would’ve earned a punishment before seeing what else he could do for her in his playroom. As her thoughts returned to that room, it was obvious now why he kept it locked at all times. If she thought that her curiosity before was fierce, then it would know no bounds now that she had been able to glean a peek inside. It had every type of toy or piece of furniture that she could ever desire, then some. Maybe if she behaved from this point forward, he would take her in there again, this time for pleasure.

  Chapter Eleven

  The next few weeks passed by quickly, and while there wasn’t much happening for her on the job front, things between Hannah and Finley had morphed into something wonderful. The jitters and shyness she’d first felt with him had been replaced by a familiarity and comfort that exceeded even her own teenage fantasies. He was not only charming, sexy and intelligent, but he was also a very good Dominant. It was hard enough trying to find one man who wouldn’t run from her kinky desires, but to have found two was beyond her expectations.

  As great as things were going with him, on days like today, she sometimes found herself thinking back to her time in Atlanta. More specifically, she thought about her time with Thaddeus Remington. I don’t know why I keep torturing myself! Hannah groaned.

  “You need to snap out of it,” she told herself aloud, not realizing that she was no longer alone.

  “What do you need to snap out of, other than that lingerie, baby girl?” Finley’s voice broke through her thoughts and she forced herself to feign nonchalance while smiling brightly at him.

  “Just this unemployment funk that I seem to be in,” she lied. Well, maybe it wasn’t a complete lie, but still a partial one nonetheless. Finley knew that her being so dependent on him bothered her, so he didn’t even arch a brow at her response.

  Crossing the room in a few long strides, he pulled Hannah to her feet. She let out a squeak as he tore off the bra she had neglected to remove earlier, then cupped her face between his palms. Finley lowered his head and she felt the soft brush of his mouth over hers, a moan escaping from her slightly parted lips just as he fused his lips to hers.

  The kiss deepened as he worked his tongue inside, sliding and sucking her entire length.

  The man was a fantastic kisser, each time leaving her completely breathless. This time was no exception, and when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, she couldn’t help but bring two fingers to her tingling lips. Finley smirked at her, knowing very well how to touch her in order to elicit certain responses. His confidence was high, but, surprisingly, it didn’t border on complete arrogance.

  “I have a lot of work to do tonight after I take a business call in my office. Remove the rest of your clothes and join me there in about five minutes.” The statement wasn’t a question, so she didn’t verbally respond to it.

  When Finley turned and exited the room, his words repeated in her head and she realized that, with all the previous thoughts of the past, she’d forgotten to present herself properly to him. Reaching down, she quickly removed her thong then bent down to pick up what was left of her coral demi bra. For the last two weeks, he’d expected her to greet him naked, so she wasn’t sure whether she’d earned a punishment for her disobedience or not. She knew she would soon find out, though.

  After taking both pieces of lingerie to her room, Hannah headed back down to the bottom floor where Finley’s office was located. His door was partially open, and she stood there for a moment before knocking lightly. “Come on in, baby girl.”

  At his permission, she entered and stepped inside. Finley had already removed his suit jacket and was in the process of loosening his tie. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her eyes were immediately drawn to him, mesmerized by the actions of his fingers. Whether he was in full suit or nothing, the corporate mogul identity was visually arresting, even more so since she knew what the soft Italian fabric of his tailored clothing was concealing. The thought of his hard, naked body had her automatically clenching in anticipation.

  She wasn’t the only one staring and she raised her gaze back up to his, Hannah shivered at the expression on his face. His eyes had darkened considerably as they filled with lust. She knew what that look usually led to, and as he motioned her over toward him, she felt her arousal grow even stronger.

  Hannah glanced at the door behind her, seeing him nod once in agreement when she looked back at him. Closing the door softly, she crossed to where he was seated behind the desk. During the time she’d been staying with him, she hadn’t been in his office more than a few times. The most she’d done when she’d been in this room was bring him a cup of coffee or lunch. It reminded her of the time she’d spent at Remington Industries. She’d loved her job there and had loved it even before she ever allowed herself to get mixed up with the boss. If Hannah had declined Thaddeus’ invitation that night at Nirvana and not fallen for the man like some love-sick fool, then she might still be employed.

  On the other hand, she wouldn’t be here like this with Finley if things had turned out differently. Hannah knew how perceptive the man was, though, so she kept her facial features composed, not even letting a flicker of her inner thoughts be reflected in her eyes.

  “I see you standing there, baby girl, and, for the life of me, I can’t keep my thoughts where they need to be. I have a call with some investors in Los Angeles, and while I should be focused on Wetherall Communications business, all I want is to feel those luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”

  His words were blunt, but then again, he’d never been one to mince them. As they repeated in her mind, Hannah could think of nothing more that she would rather be doing than exactly what he’d expressed. The visual of her between his legs ran rampant, so it wasn’t hard to guess that he knew exactly where her head had gone.

  Smirking, Finley moved his hand to his belt. He wouldn’t really, would he? “Oh yes, baby girl. Grab a cushion from the small sofa then come back over here,” he instructed.

  Hannah did exactly as he asked, quickly retrieving a pillow and bringing it back to him. She glanced at his computer and saw his virtual messaging system loading. Oh God! He intended to have her suck him off while he was…

  Chuckling, he removed his belt completely, dropping it to the floor. “I suggest you make your way to your knees, unless you want to be seen. I will also warn you against teasing me while I’m on this conference call, or you’ll pay for it afterward.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she told him, as she set the cushion down onto the floor and lowered herself to her knees. Hannah could already taste him on her lips, and Finley had yet to even unveil her treat. She made sure to position herself just right so there would be no chance of anyone seeing the top of her head as she pleasured him.
She stifled a giggle as she visualized him talking about financial information with his group of stuffy suits then having a woman’s head come into view, seemingly out of nowhere, that let everyone know what was happening. Not only would that be embarrassing to him, it would be embarrassing to her as well, even though they might not know who she was.

  The sight of his pants lowering brought her mind back to the present. Hannah waited while he sat down in his chair and began to type away, logging into the video conference program. The entire scenario had an element of the forbidden to it and that only made the situation more appealing. While she was very conservative in everyday things, in the bedroom, she always became more turned on when she took risks. That was one of the reasons she enjoyed doing various scenes at clubs.

  Hannah would have to keep her exhibitionism to a minimum at the moment, however, because this call was obviously important to Finley. The late hour suggested it was a matter that could not wait until the next business day.

  She turned her attention now to the hard cock that was inches from her face. The tip, already dotted with pre-cum, beckoned her and she traced her tongue over her bottom lip. A few seconds later, he slid his chair closer, gripping the sides of her face with his hands and guiding her head to where he wanted it.

  Hannah needed no further encouragement. Her tongue darted out as she licked the solitary pearly drop off of his cockhead. A low growl sounded from above and she smiled against him. Moments later, two other male voices filled the space, so she forced herself to stay quiet while she worked his thick length into her mouth. Sucking him hard, she hollowed her cheeks and swirled her tongue around his velvety flesh. She licked and nibbled from base to tip and back down again repeatedly as he talked away, seemingly unaffected by her actions below.

  “We’ve run the figures for the Doran account. There seems to be something off with them though, Wetherall, and I wonder if you’ve had time to review the latest email we sent you?” She heard the man’s voice and, even though she knew he was thousands of miles away in California, it sounded as if he was just inside of the room, sitting across from Finley.