HannasHaven (10 page)

“So I guess we both need a shower,” she said.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed sleepily.

Hanna daringly ran her hand over his chest, waiting for his
protest. He didn’t say a word. She laid a kiss to the side of one nipple.

“Want to join me?” She prayed he wouldn’t say no because she
really couldn’t get the idea of shower sex out of her mind.

Opening one eye, he tilted his head to stare down at her.

“Oh hell, I’ve created myself a monster, haven’t I?”

She grinned.

He patted her bottom, smiling as she yelped and glared. Her
butt was far too sore for any more of his not so gentle swats.

“Give me a few hours, baby, you’ve worn me out.”

“I did?”

“Yes, brat. Now lie quietly and have a nap. Then if you’re a
good girl I’ll reward you.”

“While we’re in the shower,” she qualified.

“Yes, in the shower. Damn, I’ve got to learn when to keep my
big mouth shut,” he muttered. But she heard the smile in his voice.

Happy and relaxed like she’d ever been before, she settled down
against his chest for a nap.

Marcus put down his phone and glanced over at Hanna, who was
down on her knees, scrubbing at a small stain on the carpet. It had probably
been there since she was born.

“Hanna.” He winced at the harshness in his voice. He should
try for gentle, but that wasn’t what she needed right now. He’d seen the way
she reacted when people tiptoed around her. No, coddling her was not the way to
do this. “Stop cleaning and come here.”

She continued to scrub, her pert little butt moving from
side to side with the force of her movements. His cock twitched, urging him to
go to her, push those pants down her legs and plunge deep into her tight, wet
pussy.

He knew she was wet. He could scent her arousal. Sweet, rich
and addictive.

“For each minute you procrastinate, Hanna, I’ll be giving
you ten swats.”

She paused, her body tense, clearly upset.

“You must have really liked your spanking earlier, huh,
Tink? Maybe I need to be a bit more inventive in my punishments. Tell me, have
you ever imagined having your ass plugged?”

The stunned look on her face spoke volumes. “I’ll take that
as a no.” Amused, he leaned back in his seat, momentarily forgetting the phone
conversation he’d just had. “You’ve probably never heard of figging then.”

She turned to look at him, her curiosity clear to see in her
wide eyes, the stiff nipples pressing against her t-shirt.

“Figging?”

“Uh-huh. It’s where I get a nice, big piece of ginger and
carve it up into the shape of a penis. Then I push it up inside your rectum.”

Her jaw dropped before she flushed bright-red. Marcus held
in his grin. Barely.

“Y-you can’t do that!”

“Why not? Each time you clench on that piece of ginger, it
will release some of its juices into your asshole. And that’s going to sting.
If I was punishing you, I’d spank you while you held the ginger inside you.
Each time my hand landed, you’d clench and the sting would heat you from the
inside out.”

He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re up to thirty
now, Tink. You want me to go see if I can find some ginger in the kitchen?”

Immediately she dropped the cloth she’d been using and came
to him.

“Strip off those jeans,” he ordered.

With shaking hands, she unbuttoned and peeled the denim off
her legs.

Marcus drew her between his open legs, burying his face against
her stomach. He lifted her long t-shirt, revealing her soft lace panties.

Her breathing quickened as he licked along the top of her
panties, over her flat stomach. He nipped her tummy and she hissed.

“How can that possibly turn me on?” she muttered.

He might have smiled if his attention wasn’t solely focused
on his goal. Her pussy called to him. He wanted to forget everything else, the
phone call he’d just taken, the trouble at Silverton, everything but the woman
standing before him.

Marcus shoved her t-shirt up over her breasts. She trembled,
taking a half step back.

“Stay still,” he growled.

She froze.

He pulled the t-shirt off and threw it away, leaving her
only in those pretty, delicate panties. He stared at her, soaking her beauty in.

“Turn around,” he told her.

“Marcus,” she protested, a tremble in her voice. What was
wrong? He peered up at her? Was she afraid of him? Surely she knew by now that
he wouldn’t hurt her. No, that wasn’t it. She wasn’t afraid. She was shy, nervous.
After everything they’d done?

He clasped her around the hips, holding her steady. “What’s
wrong, Hanna? What are you worrying about?” he asked. He smoothed his hands up,
clasping them around her waist. His fingers touched.

“Talk to me,” he demanded when she remained quiet.

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t just demand I talk to you,
especially when you’re not exactly forthcoming about your feelings.”

He raised his eyebrows. “If you want someone who’ll whisper
sweet nothings in your ear, you’re with the wrong man, Hanna. I’m not about to
suddenly become one of those touchy-feely guys.”

She sighed in exasperation. “Why would I want someone to lie
to me about how gorgeous I am? I’m not a fool, I know how I look. But you’re a
tad bit intimidating when you just stare at me and bark out orders. Most of the
time I have no idea what you’re thinking. I mean, I should be used to it, you’re
like that all the time, but I’m…”

Nearly naked, vulnerable and in need of reassurance. He was
an idiot. He moved her away from him before standing and stripping off his
pants and boxers in one swift move.

Hanna took in a sharp breath. Her gaze moved over him,
looking her fill.

“Never doubt how attractive I find you. You’re so hot that
I’ve spent the last few weeks with a permanent hard-on. I’ve had so many cold
showers in the last few weeks that icicles are starting to form between my
toes.”

She smiled, tension melting.

“Turn around now, Tink.”

She turned slowly and pleasure flooded through him at the
sight of her tight butt encased in pink panties. He cupped a firm cheek,
squeezing lightly.

Hanna made a low noise in her throat.

“Like that?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Answer me out loud.” He tugged her panties down.

“Y-yes sir,” she stuttered.

“Oh, I do enjoy hearing you call me sir. Just for that I’m
going to touch you there again. I’m a man who likes to please.”

A bark of laughter escaped her as he’d planned. Marcus ran
his hands over her bottom, rubbing, squeezing before leaning forward to nip one
buttock, then the other.

“Oh,” she cried out. Her knees buckled and he caught her
before they gave out completely.

“Easy. Turn back around now.”

He held her loosely, prepared to catch her if she fell.
Hanna faced him, her face flushed, eyes soaked with lust, her naked body
ensnaring him.

“Beautiful,” he told her.

“Hardly.”

Reaching around, he smacked her sharply on the ass.

Hanna winced as Marcus whacked her ass a few more times. She
longed to jump away, but didn’t dare. He’d warned her what would happen if she
didn’t come to him immediately.

She should probably protest, yet she enjoyed when he took
charge, when he dominated her.

He made her feel safe, cared for, protected. Desired.

And there was no denying the surge of pleasure his
punishments gave her. The way her blood heated, the way her body readied itself
for him.

She wanted this. Wanted his control. Craved it.

When he stopped, a surge of disappointment assailed her even
as she told herself she should be relieved, grateful he was going easy on her.

“I thought you said thirty,” she blurted out, surprising
herself.

Marcus raised a brow. “Those few smacks weren’t for
disobedience. They were for putting yourself down. But you’re right, you have
thirty coming and I’m not cruel enough to make you wait and worry. Come, over
my knee now.”

Anxious, jittery, she took the hand he extended, letting him
help her over his knee. Her torso rested on the sofa, her stomach over his
firm, warm thighs.

Marcus caressed her down back and bottom to the top of her
thighs then back up again, comforting her until she relaxed.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “Just relax. Give in to me. You
want this, don’t you, sweetheart? You need me to take control. And you know I
would never hurt you. I want to take care of you, give you your every desire.
That’s my job. To give you what you need. And you need this. No moving now.”

His hand landed on her butt. Hard. Quickly he landed the
next smack. Then another. Tears filled her eyes as her skin stung, the pain
growing. Her breath came faster as she fought to stay still.

She closed her eyes as he stopped to rub her bottom,
spreading the heat.

“How you doing, sugar?”

“O-okay.”

“Give me a color, baby. Green for good, yellow for slow
down, red for stop.”

Hanna took a deep breath, assessing herself. Sure, the
spanking damn well hurt, but the pain was doing things to her. The heat from
her bottom had been absorbed into her bloodstream, firing all her nerve
endings.

Even though tears continued to run down her face, they were
a relief more than anything else. When was the last time she’d cried? Just let
go?

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

He started again, each smack of his hand reverberating
throughout her body. She floated, a feeling of safety coming over her. When he
stopped, she arched back with a whimper, wanting more.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay.”

She drifted down as he massaged her lower back. Sighing, she
simply lay on his lap and let him comfort her.

“Back with me now?” he asked in a voice she’d never heard
before. He sounded tender.

“Yes sir.”

He flipped her over, holding her close to his chest. Using the
pad of his thumb, he wiped away her tears.

“You took your punishment very well.” Leaning down, he
kissed her. Gently at first, then he pushed her for more, pressing his tongue
against her lips, plunging into her mouth.

Marcus cupped Hanna’s pussy with one hand, her heat searing his
palm. He dipped a finger through her folds, breath quickening at the moisture
he found there.

Damn, she was made for him.

“Nice and wet.” She made a strangled noise in the back of
her throat. He grinned as she blushed furiously.

“Shy little fairy,” he murmured. He ran his hands over her
quivering body, trying to soothe her.

Go slow, go easy.

Damn, this might just kill him.

Marcus leaned down for a kiss. He clasped one breast,
running his thumb over her nipple. The small bud was hard, and suddenly he had
to taste her.

Leaving her lips swollen and well-kissed, he lowered his
mouth to her nipple, breathing over it before lapping at it softly.

“More, please.”

He ran his thumb over one nipple as he sucked on the other. Then
he swapped, keeping her on edge, playing with her breasts until she was
trembling, her hands gripping his shoulders to hold herself up.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he muttered, leaning back to take her
in. Her slight body shuddered, her breath coming quick and sharp. Her hard buds
stood out, deep red against the creamy whiteness of her skin.

“Ohh please,” she cried. “Please take me, I need you inside
me.”

He chuckled. “Not yet, baby.”

She sobbed in protest. Marcus pressed a finger into her
passage.

“Damn, that feels good.” He thrust his finger in and out,
his erection pressing against her warm buttocks. Each time she moved, she
brushed against him. Torture. He had to get some control back before he embarrassed
himself.

He continued to press against her clit, lavishing it with
attention as he finger-fucked her. She quivered, writhing on his lap. Marcus
drew his arm around her, holding her tight against him.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand. Let me feel your
pleasure, hear you scream.”

Hanna arched back, her passage tightening around his fingers,
small noises escaping her lips as she came. Marcus held her throughout, watching
her, reveling in her delight. She was sweetness and light and everything he
never thought he’d want.

How the hell could he let her go?

“Marcus,” she sighed.

“Yes, baby?” he asked, looking down into her relaxed,
satiated face.

“Can I touch you?”

Marcus took a deep breath. “Sugar, there is nothing I would
like more.”

Turning, she straddled his lap, staring at him as though it
were Christmas morning and she didn’t know where to start. Marcus grasped her
hips, partly to help her balance, partly to stop himself from grabbing her, flipping
her on her back and taking her.

Kissing her way down his neck, her pussy brushed against his
hard cock, making him twitch. Her warm juices coated him, searing his sensitive
shaft. Reaching his nipple, she sucked and brushed her teeth over it.

“Jesus Christ.” She slid off his lap and kneeled between his
legs. His balls rose, tightening. A burning started low in his gut with the
first flick of her tongue. As though he were a giant lollipop, she licked him,
each swipe driving him crazier. Balling his hands at his sides, he closed his
eyes and rested his head back against the couch.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

She swallowed the head of his shaft and he jumped. “Shit.”

Giggling, she took him deep. The burning in his balls flamed
hotter, sizzling. He was done for. “Baby, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Her soft hand cupped his balls and he lost what little
control he had left. He exploded. And Hanna swallowed every drop. When he was
spent, she took her time withdrawing, almost as if she were reluctant to let
him go.

More shaken than he wanted to admit, Marcus picked her up
and held her tight.

Fuck it all, he wanted to keep her.

Kissing her forehead, he drew her scent into him. “All
right, Hanna?”

“Yes.” She buried into him. “When are they coming?” Her
whisper drew him back to reality and the phone call he’d taken only an hour
ago.

“We have two hours,” he told her.

Her violet eyes pierced him. “Enough time for a shower then.”

Marcus mock groaned. “Damn it, woman, you’re going to kill
me.”

* * * * *

Hanna tensed when Marcus’ wristwatch beeped. He stood and,
grabbing her hand, walked to the camera. Two all-terrain vehicles sat at the
entrance to the driveway. One was Cooper’s silver Porsche, the other a BMW.

“Ready, Tink?” Marcus asked, looking down at her.

Throwing her shoulders back, she was determined to appear
brave, even if her insides were jelly. She nodded and he hit the button allowing
them entrance.

After a very pleasurable shower, Marcus had taken her back
to his bedroom, bent her over the bed and fucked her. She wouldn’t be sitting
comfortably for a while and she relished the pain. It would be something to
remember him by. When she felt alone, she could think back on this time they’d
had together and know that she could be desirable. That she could be wanted.