Claiming Hannah – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
<<<<253543444546475565>102
Advertisement2


“Yes, Sir,” Lia replied, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Okay,” Mason continued. “Let’s give it a try. Spread your knees wide. Offer your cunt to me.”

Again that slight hesitation, but then Lia spread her knees, arching her back to further expose her delicate pink labia.

Hannah held her breath as Mason crouched down in front of the young woman. He touched the tip of the knife to the soft spot at the apex of Lia’s collarbones. “You’re going to play with yourself now for my amusement. Stay as still and quiet as you can so I don’t accidentally cut you. Be sure to ask for permission before you come.”

Her copper-colored eyes locked on his, Lia spit on her fingers and put her hand between her legs. Her pretty nipples were fully distended, the pinpricks left by the needles still visible on her areolas. As she rubbed herself, Mason kept that damn knife at the girl’s throat though, Hannah was relieved to note, the tip of the blade was no longer actually touching her skin.

It was thrilling to watch, but when Hannah tried to visualize herself in Lia’s place, masturbating for Mason while he held a knife to her throat, her brain rebelled. She would, quite simply, die of terror, embarrassment or some combination of the two.

But Lia had no such qualms. She was going at it fast and furious, her face twisting in concentration as she played with herself. It wasn’t long before she was panting, her fingers a flurry between her legs.

“Please, can I come?” Lia begged breathlessly.

“No,” Mason said.

Lia didn’t seem to hear him, her fingers still flying over her sex.

Mason set down the knife, his face darkening. He slapped Lia’s hand away and then gripped a handful of her pink hair, jerking her head back. “I said no,” he repeated in a hard voice.

Getting to his feet, he pulled her upright by the hair. When he spoke again, he didn’t sound angry, only measured and firm. “You just failed submission 101. Obey your Master without hesitation or question. Clearly, you’ve got a lot to learn if you want to make it through this program.”

Lia’s face was red with some combination of indignation, shame and fury. Letting her go, Mason took a step back and shrugged. “Frankly, I’m not sure you’re worth the bother. Go on. You’re dismissed. After lunch, Lawrence will see to your punishment—again.”

The poor girl fled from the room.

Mason turned to Hannah, his eyes flickering over her bare body. She’d almost forgotten she was naked, so caught up in the drama unfolding before her. Now her bound arms twitched with the need to cover herself.

“Sorry about that,” Mason said with a rueful smile. “Though I guess it was a lesson of sorts—a lesson on how not to behave.” Mason shook his head. “Anthony must have seen something in the girl to grant her admittance, though I’ve no idea what.”

Hannah wasn’t sure if she was supposed to reply or not. To be on the safe side, she held her tongue as she waited for him to let her down.

Instead of moving to release her, however, Mason busied himself cleaning the play area and putting away his gear. He bunched the paper covering the bondage table into a ball and tossed it into the trashcan beneath the worktable.

Finally, he came over to Hannah. As before, he stood very close to her as he reached for her cuffs. Closing her eyes, she again inhaled his comforting scent. He leaned closer, his chest brushing her bare nipples, sending a shiver of desire through her.

He released the cuffs and brought her now tingling arms down to her sides. He didn’t step away, as she’d expected. Instead, without letting go of her wrists, he dipped his head so she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

Hannah froze, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. What should she do? Was he going to kiss her? Should she shove him back before it was too late? Or should she just let it happen…

All at once, Mason took a step back. He gave a quick shake of his head, as if he were engaged in a silent conversation with himself, just as she was. Turning abruptly away from her, he bent down and plucked her sundress from the floor.

He tossed it to her with a grin. “Come on, newbie. Let’s go down and serve lunch.”

Chapter 15

It was late Tuesday afternoon when Mason took off his apron and hung it on its hook. Everything was prepped for dinner, the kitchen tidy, the dining room table already set. Hannah was off doing positions training or some other BDSM-lite bullshit activity.

Despite what he still considered her wannabe status as a trainee, she was turning out to be of far greater help than he’d anticipated. She had surprisingly good knife and prep skills and clearly knew her way around a kitchen. That morning, he’d given her the task of making biscuits to go with the morning’s breakfast, along with his recipe.


Advertisement3

<<<<253543444546475565>102

Advertisement4