“It certainly does.” He drags his fingers down her cheek, pausing with his thumb on her bottom lip. Before he can pull it away, Hannah leans forward, wrapping her lips around the finger.
Rowan groans, dropping his head back against the chair. “You’re trying to kill me.”
Her lips quirk up, but she doesn’t pull back, instead dragging his thumb further between them just like she would his cock.
“Are you being a tease, little whore?” he growls through clenched teeth.
She nods slowly, the smirk still firmly in place.
Hannah’s brat streak has always been one of my favorite things about her as a submissive, and I have a feeling Rowan likes it just as much as I do.
“You need a good spanking, don’t you, Little Doe?”
I step behind her and crouch against her back, my much larger body enveloping hers.
“Answer me, Hannah,” I growl.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles around Rowan’s thumb, dragging a groan from both of us.
“Lean forward onto your hands and knees,” I command. “Lean your cheek on Rowan’s thigh.”
Normally, I would be content for neither of us to have a clear view of her face during punishment, but not tonight. Her emotions are already heightened, and it’s only a matter of time until she breaks.
I lean back, giving her enough space to rearrange herself.
Once she’s settled, her back arched and her ass high, I run my hands over her impossibly soft skin, trailing warmth over the places that will soon be red hot.
The lead-up to spanking Hannah is my favorite. The anticipation. The need. The way her body tightens with each move I make, awaiting the bite of pain that will come at any moment.
Her lips are still wrapped around Rowan’s thumb, and he’s staring down at her like he has his whole world in his lap. And he does.
From the moment he met Hannah, she’s been his sole focus. Making sure she’s safe and happy. Making plans to ensure hecould give her the life she deserves. It’s been all he’s thought about for years, and now he has everything he always wanted.
We both do.
“I’m going to give you ten with my hand to warm you up, and then twenty with the paddle. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers around Rowan’s thumb.
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Red, Sir.”
“My perfect girl,” I rumble, running my open palm over the curve of her ass. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The words have barely passed her lips when the first slap of my hand meets her ass, dragging a long moan from her throat.
“This is how I go, I’m sure of it.” Rowan shifts in the chair, using his free hand to release his cock from the prison of his pants.
I don’t think I’ll be far off because Hannah’s ass is already turning the prettiest shade of pink, and my cock is ready to stage his own escape attempt.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
HANNAH
How can being with two men come so naturally to me?
