by BJ Wane
“What is that?” she gasped as a second stroke landed with more bite, but nothing compared to the spankings Mitch had tormented her with.
“A flogger and Colin is very good at wielding it. Having him behind you leaves me free to do this.” Mitch drew on her left nipple and tortured that bud as he heard the flogger land again on her ass. Most women, especially newbies like Hannah, tolerated the sting of leather strips better on the fleshier parts of their bodies, such as their asses, thighs or even breasts. Those into harder core pain liked the strokes on their backs also, where there wasn’t as much padding to absorb the blows.
Mitch nodded to Jason who had just joined them, watching Hannah closely when they both bent to her breasts just as Colin snapped the flogger on her ass again.
Hannah jerked with the next stroke then was shocked to feel two mouths surrounding her nipples, two pairs of lips suckling, two sets of teeth nibbling her sensitive tips. The stunning pleasure of the dual assault combined with the heat now building across her cheeks was enough to temporarily shelve the instant feeling of betrayal that Mitch was allowing someone else to touch her so intimately, but not enough to suppress her need for reassurance.
“Mitch?”
“Right here, like I promised. Don’t think, Hannah,” he told her as he tugged on her nipple with his fingers, “just feel.”
Hannah relaxed at the sound of his voice, winced as the next slash of the leather strands struck with more force, then trembled as the slight sting spread straight to her core. The images of the three men and what they were doing to her and the pleasure they were wreaking on her senses made her want to let go without feeling guilty about betraying her moral beliefs. There will be time later to question her actions, as well as Mitch’s, but right now her body insisted she go with the pleasure.
The small nips of pain from the flogger were gone so fast she barely had time to register them, but the tingling and warmth they left behind was having a prolonged effect. Her sheath felt so swollen, so wet she ached and her nipples were being tortured into fiery pinpoints of pleasure and all the while she held her breath waiting for the next stroke from Colin. When it came, it was slightly harder, making her cry out more from the stinging pleasure than pain. Her head fell back as she felt lips move down her waist, but her attention was returned to the surface when those lips caressed the bare folds of her labia.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, vaguely wondering which man had his mouth on her most private area, then, as a tongue licked insidiously up her slit, she discovered it didn’t matter. At least, not right at that moment.
The three of them played her, teased her endlessly, driving her right to the edge of madness before pulling back instead of letting her topple over. They kept her in a state of suspended euphoria, one where nothing existed except the pleasure they heaped upon her. Colin slapped her harder as fingers spread her folds and a tongue dove deeply inside her. Teeth bit down on her right nipple just as lips drew on her swollen clit and the flogger snapped with painful intensity across her thigh. She cried out as she exploded in climax, her hips jerking against the marauding mouth.
Hannah was still lost in the aftershocks of small pulses of pleasure when it started again. They were relentless, bringing her to orgasm over and over until she didn’t know when one ended and another started. The degree to which she responded stunned her, her senses were so steeped in pleasure she felt like she was floating on a pillowy cloud, held aloft from reality, kept suspended in a perpetual state of bliss.
It barely registered when they stopped, barely fazed her when hands caressed the abused flesh of her buttocks and thighs, a tongue softly laved her tortured nipples and Mitch’s mouth closed softly over hers. She’d know those lips anywhere and as she tasted herself on them and on his tongue, she breathed a sigh of relief that it had been him kneeling before her. She sank into the kiss and then sank onto his hard chest when her hands and feet were freed.
Mitch reached up and pulled the blindfold off before lifting Hannah and carrying her over to a chair. Cradling her on his lap, he pushed back her damp hair before running his hand over and over her body. Her responses had been awesome, more than he had ever dared to hope for and such a fucking turn on he couldn’t wait to get inside her. It was definitely a testament to his willpower to sit here calmly and give her the time he knew she needed to come down from her orgasmic high. He had waited until Jason left the room before removing her blindfold, thinking she would be more comfortable not knowing who had been touching her other than him.
“Are you with me?” he finally asked her fifteen minutes later.
“Barely, but then, that’s your fault.” Looking up at him, her numb mind finally registering the lingering pain and warmth across her butt, the soreness in her nipples and her aching clitoris, she thought she has never felt more sated. “That was…awesome.”
“So, you’re glad you trusted me?”
“Yes, of course.”
Her prim reply made him smile. “Good. Remember that because we’re not done.”
Mitch led her to a bench that resembled a vase, long and narrow then widening at the end. Easing her torso down, he bent over her and arranged her breasts to dangle down on either side of the narrow end. “Comfortable?”
Surprisingly, she was even if she wasn’t sure she was up for anything more right now. Still, she told him she trusted him, and she did, and she was curious enough about this bench and what he had planned to not complain. “Yes, but...”
“I know what I’m doing and I know what I’ve put you through,” he told her as he pulled a strap over her lower back before bringing her wrists together behind her back, snapping the cuffs together then securing her ankles two feet apart. The bench was short, only enough room at the wider end for her hips to rest comfortably, her feet barely reaching the floor because she was short. “Let your head hang down, you’ll be more comfortable.”
Mitch ran his palms down her tense back, kneaded her muscles until he felt her relax then palmed her reddened buttocks. “I wish it was lighter in here, Hannah. I can barely make out the red stripes across your ass, but I can feel how warm they still are.” He traced over the vivid stripes with his fingers and smiled when she couldn’t hold back a quiet moan. “See, you still have a little more juice left in you.”
Hannah was too busy struggling with the embarrassing position he had her in and knowing by the number of feet within her view how many people will be witnessing whatever he had in mind next to relax completely or formulate an answer. She has never been so decadently exposed, her whole lower half and both her private orifices openly displayed. But as his fingers glided down her crack, tantalized her sensitive anus then slipped between her folds, she found herself succumbing to the pleasure only he seemed able to invoke in her, no matter the circumstances or surroundings.
Mitch teased her clit with feather light caresses as he unzipped his jeans and finally freed his swollen, aching cock. Her small whimpers encouraged him as he sheathed himself in a lubed condom, then surprised her by spreading her cheeks and slowly, inexorably pushing past her tight sphincter.
Hannah gasped at the startling intrusion into her back hole. Then Mitch’s deep voice whispered in her ear, “This is why I had you wearing the butt plug so much this past week. Relax; push back as I enter then let me do the rest.”
Mitch breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t shy away or demand he stop. With his right hand still between her legs, his fingers surrounded with her slick heat, he stroked her clit as he pushed into her ass. When she tightened around him, he milked her small bundle of nerves until she was gushing with another climax, her small whimpers turning into cries of pleasure he took advantage of by embedding himself fully in her ass.
The intensity of his need shook him as he fucked her ass with slow, deliberate strokes, taking her with care when what he really wanted, needed was to pound into her. She was still contracting around his fingers, still struggling through yet another surge of pleasure and it was her
quick response that set off his own. Balls drawing up tautly, he thrust three more times before he came on waves of pleasure so racking and intense they left him shaken. Normally, he preferred a longer, slower ass fucking, but for her first taste of anal sex, it was probably best this time had been quick.
This was more than sex, he thought as he slowly pulled out of her, leaving his fingers in her still gripping pussy, more than getting his rocks off on a Saturday night, and it was past time he admitted it. Mitch left her pussy, unclipped her wrists then released the strap across her back.
“Just a minute, sweetheart.” After freeing her ankles, he took her into a reassuring embrace. Kissing her, he said, “Now we’re done. Why don’t you get dressed and take a few minutes in the restroom then meet me in the main room,” he suggested when her face reddened in mortification, replacing the look of stunned pleasure as she got her bearings and glanced around their surroundings. Reality just intruded rudely and had to be dealt with.
“Okay, thanks,” Hannah replied, not realizing how much she needed those few minutes until he suggested them. “I’ll be right out.”
Chapter Sixteen
Hannah bent over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, thankful that she never wore makeup. Her body was still humming with pleasure despite the soreness in her nipples, her clitoris and her rectum that she was just now noticing. Lifting her head, she shuddered as she gazed into eyes that still looked as shell shocked as she felt over what she had allowed Mitch to do to her the past two hours. Now that the haze of pleasure was diminishing, she couldn’t believe she had succumbed to such decadent pursuits so easily. Then again, there has always been something about Mitch that drew her, made her want to shuck all her misgivings and just go with whatever he dictated. And she wasn’t sorry. She watched her face redden as she recalled being bound naked in the middle of a room full of strangers, and could now admit knowing others were watching had added to the pleasure.
Grabbing a paper towel, she dried her face and ran her fingers through her hair. She could still feel the way Mitch’s penis had stretched her rectum, how his thrusts awakened sensitive nerve endings she never knew were in that area. All the anal play hadn’t prepared her for the pleasure that could be had from that orifice and, God help her, she wanted to experience that taboo act again. She had no idea where they were going to go from here, where Mitch wanted them to go, but she did know that her introduction to this part of his life was something she wouldn’t mind exploring further.
Turning, eager to return to Mitch, she had to step aside as another woman entered the bathroom. To her surprise, she barred the door by leaning back against it, folded her arms over her chest and glared at Hannah out of angry, hate filled eyes.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Crystal snapped, taking her anger and jealousy out on the woman Mitch had spent so much time with last week and tonight, the woman he looked at as if his world revolved around her and her responses to his mastery.
“Excuse me?” Hannah didn’t know this woman and certainly couldn’t fathom where her animosity was coming from.
“So polite,” Crystal sneered. Her nemesis had an innocent, wholesome look about her that didn’t belong in the club. “Just how long do you think you can hold Master Mitch’s attention? How long do you think it’ll be before he tires of babying you through scenes and returns to me, someone who knows what he likes and relishes what he dishes out? He may play with others, but he always returns to me.”
Hannah felt as if she had another splash of cold water thrown on her face. Was it true, what this woman was saying? Her heart turned over with the possibility, her throat clogging with unshed tears as she took this obviously experienced woman’s words to heart.
Tonight Mitch showed her what he really liked when it came to sex, showed her that all the steps he had taken with her the past few weeks that she had considered sexually extreme were just appetizers, enough to whet her appetite for the extremes he really preferred. Everything he did, every new experience he introduced her to, she now realized showed how pathetically boring and naïve she really was. She knew she was feeling vulnerable after what she just experienced, and shouldn’t listen to malicious gossip, but she couldn’t seem to help give credence to what this woman said and take some of it to heart.
Hannah cringed when she thought of how she had so easily set aside a lifetime of moral convictions for the chance to be pleasured over and over by him, and for what? For no other reason than her own self-gratification. She couldn’t even lay part of the blame on Mitch as she was the one who propositioned him first and she was the one who agreed to their affair believing it was going to be a temporary, no feelings attached liaison. She has only herself to blame if she now felt like a pathetic, naïve idiot at how blind she has been. She should have known she could never have been intimate with a man without feeling something for him, and definitely should have known a man like Mitch would never be interested in more than a few weeks of uncomplicated fun with a woman like her.
“What? Nothing to say?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know Mitch had a relationship with you.” If there was one thing she was sure of, Mitch wouldn’t have cheated if he was in a committed relationship, so she knew she wouldn’t have that sin on her conscience. He was too honorable for that and, by her own admission, Mitch played around. But that didn’t negate the validity of her other statements, that she couldn’t expect to hold Mitch’s interest for much longer.
“He and I go back several years. Master Mitch has needs I understand and that I’m willing to meet, including sharing him occasionally. Just so you know,” Crystal finished as she stepped up to her, “you’re only one of many, but I’m the one and only.” Seeing the resignation on the other woman’s face, Crystal turned away with a smile. Planting a seed of doubt was all it ever took with newbies like this one.
Hannah felt completely out of her element with this woman’s accusations and revelations. She’s never had to deal with petty jealousies or compete with women from Caleb’s past. Tall and slender with her pretty face enhanced by make-up, this woman would draw the eye of any man, and from what she said, she was well versed in knowing all the ways to please them. Averting her face, Hannah flew out the door without looking back, blinking rapidly to stem the flow of tears threatening to spill. Praying Mitch was still in the back room, she quickly made her way across the main room, keeping her face averted as she punched the elevator button. Right now, she needed some alone time, some space to examine her head and her priorities, time to figure out what it was she really wanted and just how far she was willing to go to get it. The doors swished open and she stepped in, her relief at her unnoticed exit short lived as Anna put a hand on the doors to stop them from closing.
“Hannah, what’s wrong?” Anna had noticed Hannah’s rapid beeline towards the elevator and instinctively knew she was upset. Looking at her ravaged face and guilt ridden eyes, she had been right.
“Anna, please, let it go. I’ll call you tomorrow. Please,” Hannah pleaded as she looked behind her, making sure Mitch hadn’t returned to the main room.
“Just wait one minute. Let me find Mitch. You shouldn’t leave when you’re upset.” Anna stepped back, knowing she couldn’t stop her from leaving, but she wasted no time rushing to confront Mitch about what happened. She found him in the dungeon room, Crystal shoving her panties down and grabbing his hand, trying to force it between her legs.
Storming up to them, ignoring a glare from Colin, she snapped, “Now I know why Hannah just flew out of here in tears!”
“What?! God damn it, Crystal,” Mitch ground out as he flung her hand away. “Back the fuck off.” Turning to Anna with a glare, he demanded, “Explain.”
Oh shit, Anna thought as Colin joined them, shackled Crystal’s wrist and turned icy green eyes on her. “Yes, explain,” a familiar voice said from behind her. She should have remembered Donovan always kept one eye on her.
“Hannah came out of the restroom and wen
t straight to the elevator. She looked upset so I tried to stop her.” Turning to glare at Crystal, Anna narrowed her eyes at the other woman’s guilty expression. “As a matter of fact, you practically followed her out of the bathroom, so why don’t you tell us what made Hannah so upset.”
As three pairs of angry male eyes joined the censure in Anna’s glare, Crystal tried to pull out of Colin’s grip.
“Not until you explain,” Colin told her.
“Fine,” she snapped angrily. “All I did was point out that Master Mitch and I have a long standing relationship, and that she shouldn’t read any more into his attentions than a few nights of fun. I was doing her a favor,” she finished defensively.
“You and I have nothing, as I’ve repeatedly told you.” Turning his anger on Colin and Donovan, he threatened, “I’m done here until she’s banished.” Without waiting for their response, Mitch strode quickly from the room, anger and worry threatening his composure. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Hannah had listened to Crystal’s garbage without coming to him, an idle discussion with Colin and Jason had revealed something that made him worry sick for Hannah’s safety.
Colin, a former county sheriff, always kept up with crime reports, and when he happened to mention there were no suspects yet in the case of a murdered drug dealer found in the Arboretum, he feared the attempted vandalism of Hannah’s car and her mugging might be related as the murder took place around the time Hannah had a job at the gardens. It was a long shot, highly improbable, but where Hannah was concerned, he wasn’t willing to take any chances. Mitch remembered hearing the news report when the body had been found, but hadn’t thought anything of it until now. As soon as he set her straight on Crystal’s remarks, he’d find out what day the murder had taken place and check with her to see if she had been at the gardens that day.