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)
“I think I could manage that,” he said, his eyes still on her.
“Excellent,” Anthony replied. “Though Hannah is familiar with BDSM from an academic standpoint, this is her first actual, hands-on scene. As such, we don’t want to overwhelm her. We’ll stick to basic impact play.”
“Got it. We’ve got ourselves a virgin.” Mason smirked at Hannah. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle.”
Hannah would have laughed if this was dialogue on a page. In real life, however, she was way too nervous to find him funny.
The two men turned toward the toy rack. They both had deep voices, and Hannah heard their quiet rumble as they conferred, heads close. Seizing her chance, she whispered urgently to Lucia, “I’m not sure how I feel about this. I didn’t agree to another Dom.”
“You agreed to submit to Master Anthony for the duration of the scene. That’s all you need to focus on,” Lucia murmured. She smiled encouragingly. “Relax. Master Mason is a wonderful scene partner. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Just let go. That’s the first step to true submission.”
Easy for you to say, Hannah wanted to retort, but she held her tongue. Who was she to say what was or wasn’t easy for Lucia? Maybe when Lucia had first started her own submissive adventure, she’d been as frightened as Hannah. And Lucia was right. She didn’t need to control everything all the time. It would be good—cathartic even—to just let go. If she could figure out how.
The two men returned to them. She was relieved to see that Anthony still held the large, multi-tressed flogger, while Mason had a single tail whip in his large hand. Hopefully that meant Anthony would handle her scene while Mason took care of Lucia.
Anthony placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I want you to remember to breathe throughout this exercise, Hannah. This will help you to remain calm and focused. Don’t allow yourself to be distracted by whatever is happening around you. I expect you to remain in position, feet flat, eyes straight ahead. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Anthony,” she replied. It was good advice. She would just ignore whatever was going on around her. She was determined to get through this with as much courage and grace as her fictitious heroines, especially with the other Dom present.
She dared a quick glance at Lucia. As if feeling her gaze, Lucia turned her head ever so slightly in Hannah’s direction. “You got this,” she mouthed.
Lord, Hannah hoped so.
Chapter 5
So, this was the novelist whose books had made the rounds among the women at The Enclave. Mason didn’t read much fiction, preferring cookbooks when he read anything at all. Even if he had had time for novels, some treacly, happily-ever-after girly romance would not be his genre of choice.
He’d been surprised when Anthony informed him of Hannah’s virgin BDSM status. Given her career choice and her presence at The Enclave, he’d naturally assumed she had experience. Normally, he preferred his sub girls to be well-trained. But in her case, he was willing to make an exception.
Something had definitely sparked between them during their brief introduction. He’d enjoyed making her blush as he’d undressed her with his eyes. Her wide-eyed expression of both fear and desire had stoked the sensual sadist in him.
While looks weren’t especially important to Mason, he couldn’t deny that Hannah was very easy on the eyes. She had thick dark brown hair, large silvery-blue eyes and a lush mouth. He’d always liked that contrast of dark hair and light eyes. Her figure was voluptuous, with full breasts and wide hips—a woman’s body rather than a girl’s. He liked a woman with a little meat on her bones.
Ashley had definitely been the exception. Not only had she been far too young for him, but she was as petite as Lucia, with small breasts and no hips to speak of. But holy moly, was that girl a firecracker. She’d kept up with him every step of the way. In the year and change she’d worked in his kitchen and slept in his bed, she’d never once balked, no matter how intense the edge play.
Though she’d been gone for several months now, the thought of her still made his heart twist. It was his own damn fault. He’d been foolish enough to think there was something more between them then there had been. He’d confused her devotion and submission with love.
Annoyed with himself, Mason dismissed his self-indulgent wallowing. He returned his attention to the lovely woman standing naked and bound before him. As before, she blushed as he let his gaze wander lazily over her body. A neat, dark triangle of pubic hair covered her mons like a fig leaf.
Though he probably wouldn’t admit it if pressed, his being near the scene station Anthony had chosen was not happenstance. If Anthony hadn’t invited him to join the scene, he would have stayed anyway to watch. He was curious to see how their guest would handle herself under pressure.