Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
He covered every inch of her ample bottom, including the crease where ass meets thigh. Her yelping cries eventually subsided into moans as her bottom turned a beautiful shade of red, radiating heat beneath his touch. There was something intensely satisfying about seeing the imprint of his hand on her soft, glowing flesh.
He felt the precise moment when she slipped into that delicious, rarefied zone some called flying. Her entire body relaxed, every muscle loosening as a deep sigh escaped her lips. It was the same place he’d taken her that very first night, before he had any real idea who she was.
“Yes,” he urged softly. “Just like that, Hannah. Perfect.”
This time when he put some power behind the strike, she didn’t move a muscle or make a sound, save for another soft sigh. He struck her hard several more times and still she didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, a smile lifting the edges of her lips. She was in that zone where she no longer had the ability or physical awareness to use her safeword or otherwise stop him. It was up to him to keep her from harm.
He gradually eased the intensity of his strokes until he was lightly patting her heated flesh. Still, she didn’t move. He leaned over, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Hey, you,” he said softly. “You alive?”
“Mhmmmm,” she breathed. Her eyes slowly opened, her lips curving into a smile. “I’m better than alive. I’m in heaven, floating in the clouds.” Then a small pucker appeared between her brows, her eyes focusing on his face. “But, man, my poor ass is on fire.”
Grinning, Mason reached for the bowl of ice. He plucked a cube and ran it lightly over her hot flesh. She sucked in a breath at the sudden cold.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said, giving a deeply southern inflection to the word.
He continued to rub the ice over her flesh. Once her skin had cooled, he dropped the melting ice back into the bowl.
“I didn’t think to pack Aubrey’s miracle balm. We should take a ride up to The Enclave later. If you want to, that is,” he added hurriedly, not wanting to pressure her in any way.
She lifted her head, twisting back to meet his gaze. “I would like that,” she said with a smile. Then, to his pleased surprise, she rolled from his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs.
Gently cupping his balls with one hand, she lowered her mouth over his rock-hard shaft. Mason groaned as she expertly milked his cock. As a powerful climax rose inside him, he reached for her head, intent on holding her in place while he loosed his seed down her throat.
But, to his surprise, Hannah twisted adroitly away, his cock falling from her lips. “I want you to beg for it,” she said, eyes sparkling, a grin on her face.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree,” he replied with a laugh. Before she could respond or get away, he reached for her, lifting her into his arms. Half rising from the bed, he threw her down on the mattress and straddled her hips. Pinning her arms easily over her head, he added, “I just gave you a spanking, but clearly you need another. Maybe next time with the paddle.”
A look of genuine fear flashed in her eyes, releasing the sadist in him.
“Yes,” he breathed, pushing her thighs apart with one knee. “I’ll paddle that poor bottom until you’re the one begging. That will remind you who’s in charge here, little girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. Then, with a saucy smile, she purred, “How can I make it up to you, Sir?”
Releasing his grip on her wrists, Mason grabbed one of the condoms from the nightstand and tore it open.
“I’ll think of a way,” he said with an answering grin.
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Hannah smiled to herself as she dressed, enjoying the twin sensations of a well-spanked bottom and a well-fucked cunt. She now understood that whole concept of being so happy you were walking on air. She floated in a bubble of pure bliss, her feet barely touching the ground.
Her impromptu sassing about making him beg had been a test, she realized in retrospect. She was daring Mason to assert his dominance and, to her delight, he’d more than risen to the occasion. She loved this new, playful side of the man. It didn’t make him less of a Dom in her eyes. On the contrary, it just made him sexier.
They drove up the mountain in companionable silence, glancing now and again at one another and smiling. She was glad to be returning to The Enclave. She’d felt bad about the way she bolted, never properly thanking everyone for accepting her so graciously into their community. Mason was just taking her back for a visit that day, but eventually she might return for a longer stay, assuming that writer-in-residence position was still on offer.