Hannah & the Dom Next Door (17 page)

Hannah slowly swam to the steps, walking out of the pool with less self-consciousness than when she had dove in. Mitch smiled when she lay face down on a padded lounge, cushioning her head on her folded arms, her breathing heavy from her exertions. Perfect, he thought as he waited only a few minutes longer before stepping out of his jeans, grabbing a condom and joining her.

She felt positively decadent lying naked outside, the cool swim she had indulged in doing nothing to lesson her raging lust. Knowing Mitch was watching her had excited her as much as being outdoors naked. Her nipples were so sore she had no choice but to lay on her stomach in an effort to relieve the ache. Her cool body warmed quickly under the early afternoon sun, but the swim had done nothing to defuse the heat between her legs, the constant pulsing desire to be filled again. Which meant when she felt Mitch’s naked body covering her own, she was more than ready for him, so desperate for relief it never occurred to her to balk at having sex outdoors.

“Mitch,” she breathed in excitement as she attempted to turn over.

“No. Stay where you are,” Mitch demanded as the feel of her sun warmed ass under him had his cock seeping uncontrollably. Braced on his elbows, he covered her body with his, rubbing his cock in between her buttocks as his hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her arms straight up.

“What are you doing?” she asked, not really caring as long as he finally delivered on the promise he had been tormenting her with since last night.

“It’s fun to try a new position, isn’t it?” While she thought about that, Mitch grabbed the tie on the end of the cushion and wrapped it around her right wrist, securing her arm above her head before quickly doing the same with her left.

Hannah pulled her arms, but before panic could consume her, Mitch slid into her with the ease of a knife sliding through softened butter. Gasping, she felt her vaginal walls clamp around him, felt the first tremors of a climax as she struggled to lift her hips against his. When she couldn’t, her body reacted with a gush of excitement, her orgasm exploding without notice, leaving her awash in consuming pleasure, effectively erasing her initial panic at finding herself bound.

Jesus, Mitch swore as her pussy started sucking at his dick as soon as he entered her. She came so fast, he was seeing stars. Her struggles against being tied and pinned under him ceased as quickly as they began, her body embracing the thrill before it even registered in her brain. Moving nothing but his hips, he jack hammered into her spasming sheath over and over, felt her climax again but barely heard her cries of release through the roaring in his ears. Grunting, her soft buttocks egging him on as she shifted under him, he fucked her hard, went deep and only retreated halfway before attempting to go even deeper, the lounge shaking with the force of his movements. Thankfully he had enough brain cells still functioning to notice she was with him, not only didn’t mind his hard, rough possession, but was relishing it by climaxing for a third time.

Mitch joined her in the pleasure, felt his come explode from his cock in a fiery burst of ecstasy that had him cursing and praying at the same time, his hips continuing to pound against her until every drop of come was wrung from him. When he finally came to his senses, he stayed inside her, enjoying the small clutches of her pussy as he untied her hands before slowly pulling back. “Oh shit, Hannah,” he cursed when he saw the busted condom.

Hannah was still coming out of her pleasure induced stupor, shaking from the way his forceful body had wrung three climaxes out of her, when she heard Mitch’s curse. Twisting around as he stood up, she stared as he removed the ruined condom. Her first reaction was to grin. It sounded cliché, but she rather liked the idea that he had been so excited he had lost control. She knew she certainly had been. She was still reeling from her multiple orgasms, her happy place still throbbing from the pleasure, her head fuzzy from the ecstasy. Then his pale face registered and she realized what he must be thinking. “It’s okay, Mitch, I can’t get pregnant.”

Mitch frowned, noted the uncomfortable look on her face at her admission and quickly discarded the condom before asking, “Are you sure?”

Hannah shrugged self-consciously now wishing she had her clothes. She’s never spoken of her failure to conceive during her ten year marriage to anyone except Caleb and her admission left her feeling exposed in a way her nudity didn’t. “Pretty sure since my husband and I never used birth control. I’d think something would’ve taken in all that time if it were possible.”

“Then we won’t worry about it, but I’ll be more careful next time. Come on.” Grabbing her hand, he hauled her up. “I need to cool off after that workout.” Striding over to the pool, he tossed her in before diving in after her.

Mitch got into his truck and backed out of his drive before he could give in to the strong urge to go next door instead of meet with his friends for their weekly poker night. Hannah returned home less than two hours ago and he was already wishing he could be with her again. From the moment he met her, the woman had pulled at him in a way no other ever has and that pull was suddenly turning into a hard yank. Knowing Hannah was completely unsuited for his long-term needs didn’t seem to matter. He wanted her, his cock wanted her and he was finding it difficult to step back from a relationship he knew couldn’t go much further than a weekend fling. It didn’t help that this weekend had gone nothing like he expected. She may have hesitated a time or two, but she had met every demand and challenge head on, which had been more than he could have ever hoped for. Yet, it still wasn’t enough, at least not for the long haul. And he was beginning to think the long haul was what he was going to want if he spent many more weekends with her as he did this one.

He hadn’t been in a serious relationship since his twenties, and even those few women who had managed to keep his attention for a few months had been quickly forgotten when they were gone. He instinctively knew that would not be the case with Hannah.

Was it only a few weeks ago he was spending his weekends wallowing in discontent and envying his friends their good luck? For the first time in months, Mitch felt content, if not completely happy, with his life. Work was going better than good. He put in long, hard hours, but the end results were always rewarding. He didn’t think anything could work as effectively as spending a few hours fucking in the club to wind down from a sixty hour work week, but the past twenty-four hours spent teasing and fucking Hannah had worked in spades. By the time she left his house, he had been relaxed and mellow, looking forward to coming up with ways to torment her lush body again next weekend. But those insidious doubts about her suitability to take their play to the club and expand on it had crept in while he was showering and now had a stranglehold on his emotions. The simple fact was he wanted her, in his bed and, he was beginning to think, in his life, which is what turned a simple matter into a difficult, if not impossible one.

By the time he pulled up to Casey’s he had decided to leave things the way they were between him and Hannah, meeting for weekend sex as kinky as he could get her to agree to. He wouldn’t see her this week, wouldn’t pop over or call. That would reek of a relationship beyond sex. He would contact her next Saturday and, if she was free, they could spend some time together. Wasn’t that the way a friends with benefits relationship was supposed to work?

He had been so immersed in his thoughts he didn’t notice Colin had come out to the parking lot until he was rapping on his window.

“You going to sit out here all night or join us?” Colin asked him as he got out of his truck.

“In a hurry to give me your money?”

“That’s not liable to happen, especially with your head up your ass. What’s going on, Mitch?” Colin knew his friend well and knew when something was plaguing him.

Mitch stopped at the door to the club and faced Colin before going in. “How’d you know Olivia was the one?” he asked him, hating the slight edge of desperation he heard in his tone.

“I thought it might be a woman. Only another woman could’ve kept you from joining us last night without even a text saying you wouldn’t be there. Is it serious?”

“I have no fucking idea. It might be, but there are obstacles, big ones, ones that I don’t believe I can get past. So, how far and how long do I go on knowing it won’t go anywhere?”

Colin didn’t rib him the way either Brett or Donovan might. He knew how hard it was to find the right woman for you and know you don’t have a future with her. He had been lucky, eventually things had worked out for him and Olivia, but their relationship had come at a great personal cost for both of them. “You a hundred percent sure about the futility already? It couldn’t have been going on much longer than the past week or two since you were fucking Crystal not that long ago.”

“Who says it’s exclusive?”

“I know you. If you care for her at all, you won’t step over any lines. What’s the problem?”

“She’s Amish.” From the startled look on Colin’s face followed by a look of empathy, Mitch knew he understood without anything else being said. With the exception of Colin preferring a full-time sub and Mitch preferring a submissive woman for sex only, their proclivities ran along the same lines.

“Oh shit,” Colin muttered in heartfelt sympathy.

“Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Let’s go whip your brother’s asses in cards.”

“Works for me.”

Chapter Nine

“Oh! No, no, Roxy. Outside!” Hannah picked up the puppy in midstream and carried the bundle of curly, cream colored fur out the back door so she could finish her business outside. “Bad girl, Roxy.” Adorable black eyes stared woefully up at her and for the millionth time since bringing the poodle/lab mix home from Anna‘s veterinary clinic yesterday, Hannah felt herself cave. “I know, baby, you’re trying. But if you don’t try harder, I’m going to lose my business before I even get it started. Now,” she told her as she picked her up again, “time for you to take a nap and me to work.”

Hannah carried the already twenty pound three month old puppy back inside and put her in her crate next to her desk. She hated the crate, but Hannah knew she wouldn’t get anything done today, just like yesterday, if she didn’t keep Roxy contained for an hour or two. Resuming her seat at the computer, her back to the sad look on Roxy’s face, she once again pulled up the pictures she had taken of Melanie last week. Here it was Tuesday already, and she had only managed to edit half of them. Of course, she couldn’t blame all of the delay on getting Roxy. Spending the rainy morning on Saturday baking brownies, followed by spending the rainy afternoon having the best sex of her life, followed by hours of sexual torment that could only be described as frustratingly awesome then accumulating with another bout of mind-blowing sex the next day had to account for some of the blame. She did manage to get started yesterday as well as meet with a new client, but then got distracted by the call from Anna. Was it her fault poor Roxy had been the unwanted runt of a litter as well as unloved because her deformed leg had to be amputated? It was love at first sight, something Anna predicted, but Hannah had never had a puppy before, and she found the last twenty-four hours almost as challenging and rewarding as the hours she spent with Mitch over the weekend.

Getting Roxy had been a much needed diversion from her roiling, conflicting emotions and thoughts about entering into their affair. Unfortunately, the ‘what ifs’ were sneaking their way back into her subconscious and threatening her concentration. When she first approached Mitch for sex, she had done so with the idea it would be a one-time, curiosity filling encounter. But instead that encounter fueled the need for another and then another. Mitch’s ultimatum took all those decisions from her and she had been grateful for the reprieve. She hadn’t realized she would have to deal with the stress of growing feelings for her neighbor. She couldn’t put a name to how she felt about Mitch, she only knew that it was slowly developing into something more than friendship. She worried that soon Mitch would tire of her, especially of her inexperience. She knew she couldn’t hold his interest for long. A man of forty had been around, knew what he liked and wanted, as opposed to someone like her who had absolutely no idea about what she liked or wanted. She felt as if she was on a slow journey of discovery with a seasoned traveler who preferred a faster pace and riskier adventures. What she didn’t know was how long she had before he was ready to move on and or what she could possibly do to keep his interest as long as possible.

Hannah resolutely shoved aside worries she couldn’t deal with right now and clicked on the next row of pictures. These were taken on the walkway spanning between the annual flower beds and the then closed Home Fruit and Nut Tree garden. A flash in the trees interrupted the background of one shot. In the next one the rude couple who had slipped around the barrier could be seen in the shadows behind Melanie. She had no idea what the flash was but would try to edit it and the couple out of the pictures before deleting them. By late afternoon she had twenty really good pictures put up on her website and sent Melanie an e-mail. Shutting off her computer, she pushed back from her desk and looked for Roxy whom she had released from captivity over an hour ago. “Oh, darn,” she muttered when she saw the puppy was nowhere in sight. Well, she sighed in resignation, at least dealing with whatever shenanigans the dog had been up to will keep her mind off the disappointment that was creeping insidiously past her barriers over the fact she hadn’t heard from Mitch in two days. Feelings like that had no place in the relationship she had agreed to, at least that’s what she kept telling herself.

By Thursday evening, Hannah was a physical and emotional wreck. Her little furry bundle from hell had chewed the left shoe of both pairs of her sneakers, chewed a hole in her bedspread, gnawed on Aunt Mary’s antique dining table legs, piddled and pooped in every room in the house, most of the time just
after
coming in from outside and managed to jump up onto a kitchen chair with only one hind leg and eat half of an applesauce spice cake. An hour later, the little darling had thrown up the entire wad and she had rushed her to Anna’s clinic in tears, worried she was deathly ill. Thankfully, Anna had laughed away her concerns, shoved a pill down poor Roxy’s throat to settle her stomach and promised Hannah the puppy stage didn’t last long. Her advice for the sleepless nights was to crate her at night, but Hannah still couldn’t bring herself to do that despite how tired she was.