“Mitch, I…” she started to say when Mitch followed her inside the house fifteen minutes later only to cut off her statement and her breath with his mouth.
Backing her against the wall, Mitch filled one hand with her hair and the other with her right breast. His mouth devoured her, the ruthless assault on her senses mimicking what he was feeling. The silky feel of her top over her breast wasn’t enough and, as he made a sweeping exploration of her mouth, he pulled her top up and damn near came in his pants at the feel of her malleable, soft flesh.
Lifting his lips a fraction, he switched from kneading the fullness of her breast to grasping her nipple between his finger and thumb and rolling the taut bud into an even stiffer pinpoint. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, hating, resenting the thread of desperation that colored his voice.
“I want you,” Hannah admitted, too shocked over the greedy hunger of her need so soon after climaxing and then battling her conscience to hesitate. Unfortunately, her body didn’t care that greed was another of those pesky deadly sins.
“Thank God.” Mitch released his cock, slid his hands under her skirt then under her ass, lifting her while demanding simultaneously, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Hannah had no choice but to comply if she wanted to hold on. His cock filled her with one deep stroke, making her shudder and wonder how she had managed to go a whole week without feeling him moving inside her. And then he was pounding into her and she ceased to think. Awash with sensation, she came quickly, her inner walls clamping around his thick girth as he stretched her and filled her almost to the point of discomfort. Her bare nipples rasping against his shirt, his heavy breathing hot on her neck and in her ear and his large hands clasping her buttocks all worked with the deep plunges from his thrusting hips to drive her over the edge into the soaring abyss of engulfing pleasure.
Mitch barely heard her cry out with her orgasm through the roaring in his ears as her slick vaginal walls sucked his own climax to the surface. His balls drew up tautly within moments of being surrounded by her white hot heat, her slick juices raining over him eased his way as he vied to bury himself deeper with each stroke. Her legs tightened around his waist as he exploded inside her in kaleidoscopic, body racking ecstasy.
“Are you all right?” he managed to ask her as she slowly unwound her legs and let them drop. She looked dazed, completely flummoxed, like someone who hadn’t heeded the warnings and had gotten blown off course by an unexpected storm.
“I think so. I’ll know better when I can feel my toes again.” A giggle escaped her before she could hold it back. “Wow.”
That small sound and the look in her silvery/blue eyes went straight to his heart and Mitch knew she had gotten to him in a way no other woman ever had. Now the only questions remaining were just how deep did his feelings run and where to go from here. Unfortunately, he needed to get out to the club and didn’t have time to take this any further tonight.
“Wow is right, but I have to go, so we’ll have to pick this up later, sweetheart. Besides, I think I hear Roxy calling for your attention.”
As much as she would like Mitch to stay the night, Hannah was actually glad to put a little time and space between them right now. She had some soul searching to do, and she couldn’t think straight if he was anywhere near. “Thank you for dinner and sex, again,” she told him with a cheeky grin, feeling lighthearted besides the inner turmoil she couldn’t seem to escape every time they were together.
“You’re welcome, again.” Mitch kissed her quickly and left without a backward glance, afraid that smile would entice him to shuck his promise and linger until it was too late to keep it.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Master Mitch. Anything I can do to perk you up?” Crystal cooed as she ran a finger lightly over his crotch and pressed her bare breasts against his arm, hoping to entice him to play.
Mitch grabbed her wrist, snapping, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me, Crystal.” He watched her sly grin turn into a practiced pout, the look she gave when she knew she had crossed a line. Before she voiced it, he knew what she was going to say next.
“That was bad of me. I hope you won’t punish me too…hard.” Damn, she thought when his frown turned to a dark scowl and he flung her arm away, he really was in a pissy mood tonight. Just her luck. Her favorite Dom had been absent last week and when he finally showed up tonight, it was to make her work for a little attention. Still, he was worth the effort.
“Find someone else to play with tonight. I’m not in the mood,” Mitch stated bluntly before turning his attention to the new girl Jason had tethered spread eagle on the St. Andrew’s cross. Her name was Diana, a pretty redhead Jason had taken under his wing. This was her first night in the BDSM room and it looked like Jason was going easy on her. Her shy innocence reminded him of Hannah and made him wish even more that she was here with him.
“What the hell’s your problem?” Crystal rashly bit out, stung by his rebuttal. “I waited for you all night.”
Sighing, Mitch turned back around and attempted to rein in his temper. It wasn’t Crystal’s fault his mind was on another woman. “I’m sorry, Crystal. Either find someone else, or go home. I’m otherwise engaged tonight.”
“With whom?”
“None of your business.” He wasn’t about to discuss Hannah with her. He left her less than an hour ago, all he could think about was how tightly her pussy had clamped around him, how hard her nipples were on his tongue, what those fey eyes looked like as she climaxed. Fuck but he wanted her again, and again. He had no idea when his interest in her had become an obsession, but it was one he wasn’t in a hurry to get over. “We’ve never been exclusive, Crystal, and I never did anything to let you think otherwise. I think it’s best if you steer your sights on someone else from here on out.”
Mitch walked away before the anger he saw brewing on her face erupted into a rage. Crystal was attractive and sexy and he had fun playing with her, but now he wanted something, or rather someone, different. Picturing Hannah up on the cross, her buttocks striped from a flogger like Diana’s were, had his cock twitching into a semi erect state. God, the things he wanted to do to her here were enough to make him want to rush right back to her place. If he didn’t figure out what he wanted and soon, he was going to make himself nuts.
“Not playing tonight?” Jason asked with a nod toward Crystal who was striding angrily from the room, her look back at Mitch one of pique.
“Not with her. How’s little Diana coming along?” he asked loud enough for the girl to hear.
Jason ran his hand over the red stripes across her white buttocks, smiling when she shifted her hips unconsciously against his caress, her soft moan one of heightened arousal. “Very nicely. She’s a natural, aren’t you, baby?”
“If you say so, sir,” came her soft reply, her thick hair shielding her face from the two men.
“She’s shy, but only until I push her boundaries and have her begging.”
Mitch tried not to envy his friend, but what he wouldn’t give to push Hannah right where he wanted her to go, splintering apart in pleasure so acute she’d never want to be with anyone else.
Chapter Eleven
“Roxy’s going to love it out here,” Hannah commented when Mitch pulled into the gravel parking lot of the McGilley Farm stables and parked next to a large pickup. She had been pleasantly surprised when he phoned her this morning and asked if she was interested in packing a picnic lunch and spending the day out at his friend’s farm, one of the best breeders of American Saddlebred horses in the state.
“And there’s no end to the mischief she can get into, especially if she pals around with Duke. It’s a good thing Ethan offered to watch her while we ride,” Mitch said as he parked and snapped a leash on the overly excited bundle of furry energy.
“Better here than at home. I’ve already got enough explaining to do to Aunt Mary.” Stepping out of the car, Hannah shielded her eyes against the late morning sun and looked out upon acres and acres of rolling green hills topped with large mature trees and surrounded by pristine white fences. Gorgeous, long-legged horses pranced with high stepping gaits or galloped with show worthy strides, their well-groomed coats glistening from their exertions, their long manes and tails whipping around them adding to the picturesque vista and making her wish she had her camera. Her grandmother would love seeing pictures of the prize winning mares, equines so similar yet so different from the draft horses Caleb used around the farm and the pair of American Standardbred they owned for pulling their buggy.
A pang of nostalgia hit her as she turned away and, her hand held tightly by Mitch’s, followed him toward the wide open doors of the stables. The smell of hay and the sound of laughter coming from inside reminded her of home and how much she had enjoyed feeding and grooming their livestock while joking with Caleb and his brothers. Even though Caleb frowned upon spoiling farm animals, which meant any animals because that’s all the dog, cats and horses were to him, she managed to sneak carrots and sugar cubes to the horses, bones to the collie, Max, and set out an occasional bowl of cream for the barn cats.
Even though the day was going to be warm, she wore the jeans she had picked up along with the rest of the new wardrobe Anna, Olivia and especially Kayla had talked her into. Thankfully, Kayla had recognized right away that her conservative taste wasn’t ready to be tested as extravagantly as Kayla’s preferences and she had helped her pick out clothing that was comfortable as well, she was assured, sexy without being slutty. These jeans fit her a little tighter than she was comfortable with, but because of the appreciative look on Mitch’s face, she didn’t mind a little discomfort. She had replaced the shoes Roxy chewed and managed to keep this pair out of the puppy’s greedy little mouth.
Hannah wasn’t sure what Mitch’s invite today meant. Thus far, with the exception of their first meeting, their encounters had all been sexual. She was still battling with her conscience over her behavior last night in the restaurant and she knew she wasn’t ready for another public display today. But so far, other than giving her a very thorough, toe curling kiss before they left home, Mitch hadn’t said or done anything of a sexual nature, which had her a little worried.
She hadn’t understood the obsessive attitude towards sex people in the modern world seemed to thrive on until she met Mitch. The lure of the modern world, which included a freer sexual lifestyle, drew a lot of the young people away from their Amish roots. She had been the exception to the rule because her love for Caleb went way beyond her desire for the materialistic conveniences she was willing to give up for him, but now she was a prime example of such gluttony. Now that she had a taste of what she had been missing, she wanted more, and apparently, if her behavior last night was any indication, she was willing to do what was necessary to get it. At the rate she was going, she’ll probably succumb to all seven of the deadly sins by the end of summer.
That admission didn’t sit well with her and, with a tug of her hand, she asked Mitch, “Do you mind if I walk around outside for a minute?”
Mitch looked down into her face and saw indecision struggling with longing etched plainly on her pretty features. The pale blue of her blouse accentuated her pale blue eyes and the inner turmoil she was dealing with. He had worried her actions last night would plague her in the bright light of day, which was only one of the reasons he had suggested this non-sexual outing today. Although, he might very well regret his chivalry if he had to spend the afternoon looking at how those jeans hugged her ass tightly and the enticing way her breasts filled out her closely fitted top.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. I’ll find Ethan and turn Roxy over to him then see which horses Donovan wants us to take out.”
Turning, Hannah walked towards the pastures instead of entering the stables. Leaning her arms on the fence, she asked herself just how far she was willing to stray from her values in pursuit of pleasure. It was a question she could find no answer to. She had done what she always believed was right and waited until she fell in love and married to have sex, and while she had enjoyed the intimate times in their marriage bed, not one of them had come close to giving her the pleasure she has found being with Mitch. It has taken a man she liked but wasn’t in love with to show her what her husband, who claimed to love her, should have cared enough to do.
The sight of a huge black mare meandering up to her made her temporarily shove aside her internal turmoil. “You are definitely not an American Saddlebred,” she murmured as that big head practically knocked her over with a friendly nudge to her shoulder. “Want some attention, do you?” she laughed as she reached out and stroked her velvety nose.
“You think she’s bad, you ought to see her offspring.”
Startled, Hannah turned to see Anna had joined her. “What breed is she? The only breed I know that’s this big is the Clydesdale.”
“She’s a Friesen and about a hundred pounds heavier than our largest stallion. So, a picnic lunch, huh? Mitch surprised us all with that request.” Anna just hoped Mitch knew what he was doing. She had grown fond of her new friend and didn’t want to see her hurt.
“Yeah, surprised me too, especially after last night.” That admission seemed to slip out of its own volition, but Hannah wondered if she hadn’t subconsciously said that to open the door to discussing her misgivings with Anna.
“I’m guessing he introduced you to something alternative, other than going out in public without panties, that you’re finding morally questionable now that the glow of pleasure has worn off. Want to talk about it?”
Hannah was surprised by how much she wanted to do exactly that. Petting the horse, she kept her attention on the mare as she told Anna about their date, and the mind shattering sex that she couldn’t regret no matter how much her mind was shying away from what she had done. “I think that’s my biggest problem. I don’t regret what he did to me or my response. After we got home, well let’s just say I’ve never had anyone want me so desperately, and that alone left me with a heady feeling. As a matter of fact, I’d love to do it again, but what does that say about me? I wasn’t raised this way, to believe that there was nothing wrong with what we did, or have been doing. I’m scared I’m losing myself for the sake of pleasure, and I know I don’t want that.”