Chapter 10 Hannah
CHAPTER TEN
HANNAH
Unfamiliar sensations run rampant through my body, but I’m quickly realizing this is exactly what I’ve been craving.
I thought it was just dominance that I needed, that it was enough to fill the empty void inside me. Then I thought it was Asher. But now? Now I think it’s the two of them. Together.
I don’t know how to explain it. Not when I don’t even know my stranger’s name. But this is as close to peace as I’ve ever felt, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this feeling forever.
Asher’s cock nudges the back of my throat at the same time the stranger surges forward and fills me so completely it borders on pain, and I’m barely able to keep myself from tumbling over the edge into oblivion.
I’m desperate for release, aching for it, but I won’t disappoint them by coming without permission.
The stranger chuckles behind me as he picks up his pace, making it almost impossible to keep myself away from the edge as his cock drags over the place inside me that threatens to detonate me into a million pieces.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your sweet cunt strangling my cock.”
His permission is all I need, and my body takes it and runs.
My orgasm crashes over me violently. My entire body convulses under the weight of it, and stars dance in my vision as it ravages me in crashing waves.
The sound that escapes my throat is strangled as Asher surges forward and empties himself in my mouth, his salty taste coating my tongue and dragging out my pleasure.
The stranger shouts out his own pleasure, and the only thing holding me up right now is their hands on me, keeping me steady despite how badly my body begs to collapse in a heap.
My eyes drift closed, and I allow the fatigue to tug me toward the blissful quiet.
I’m not ready to sleep, not while my body is thrumming with the aftershocks of my release.
But the beckoning quiet is too much for me to fight, and I find myself lifted from the bed with a softness so at odds with the brutality they’ve just shown me.
“You did so good, baby,” Asher murmurs against my cheek, and I’m keenly aware of another body pressed against my other side.
“You’re such a good girl for us, sweetheart,” the stranger praises, and I preen under his attention.
I never imagined I’d thrive like this with two men, but maybe I just don’t know myself as well as I think I do.
A soft blanket is wrapped around me, and a bottle of water appears at my lips. “Have some of this for me, Hannah,” Asher instructs, and I do as I’m told, following his commands without hesitation. He rewards me with a soft smile and a kiss to my forehead.
I try to remember a time I ever felt this at peace, but I come up empty.
This is where I’m meant to be. Pressed between these two men, their hands running over my naked body as they do everything they can to gently bring me back to myself. It’s everything I never knew I needed.
Ifind my way out of the fog inside my head, the dim light of the lamp glowing in the corner, and a warm body pressed against my back.
I shift, and a soft moan escapes my throat as my aching core protests.
The arm banded around my waist tugs me back against him, and when I peer down at the tattoos, I realize it’s Asher who has me held against him like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
Where’s my stranger?
Did he leave? Without saying goodbye?
I try to keep the disappointment at bay.
Perhaps he didn’t feel the same thing I did.
Maybe it really was just for the night, and I was a fool to believe he could want me for longer.
It’s not like I don’t have a long list of people in my past who have disappointed me. He certainly wouldn’t be the first.
But then I spot him sitting in the armchair in the corner, his icy gaze locked on me with an unreadable expression.
With a single finger, he gestures for me to join him, and I wriggle out from under Asher’s arm without hesitation.
If it weren’t for the fact that he’s spoken about little else this week other than how excited he was to see me with his friend, I would be hesitant to be around the stranger while he’s sleeping.
But deep down, I know Asher wouldn’t put me in danger, and I pad across the room quietly.
I reach for Asher’s shirt hanging over another chair, but my stranger shakes his head slowly, telling me without words that I’m not permitted to cover myself, no matter how vulnerable I may be feeling right now.
I drop my arm and continue toward him, not pausing until my legs are nestled between his parted thighs.
He lifts me easily, placing me across his lap and pinning me against him with a strong arm.
My stranger hasn’t bothered to put a shirt on, but his pants are pulled up, like he was considering the idea of leaving, and I try not to allow the disappointment of that to show on my face.
Was it just for the night for him?
That’s how it was meant to be, what I agreed to even, but now that I know what it’s like to be held by them both, I’m not sure I want to give it up.
“Were you about to leave?” I whisper the question. I’m terrified of the answer, but it’s better to rip the Band-Aid off now.
He shakes his head, his fingers resting at the bottom of the mask. “No. I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Who are you?” I whisper.
He sighs, and there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. It’s gone so quickly, I would think I imagined it if it weren’t for the tension in his shoulders. He doesn’t get a chance to respond before another warm body presses to my other side.
Asher’s lips brush along my shoulder, but his movements are different than normal. More staggered, less natural, and it makes my stomach roll uncomfortably.
What is it they’re not telling me?
I’ve been lied to my whole life. By my family. By people I thought were my friends. By the person who promised to protect me.
Trust doesn’t come easy to me, and the idea that I’ve let someone into my heart just for him to do as they all have has my need to run skyrocketing.
The last person who gave me this kind of security left without a word, never to be heard from again, and I refuse to let myself be hurt like that again.
When neither of them speaks, I slip off the stranger’s lap and make my way to the clothes strewn across the other side of the bed.
I’m not going to stay here and be lied to.
Not again.
Never again.
“Little doe,” Asher says softly from behind me. He knows I startle easily, especially in times of high tension, and the fact that he’s so mindful of that only makes my chest hurt more.
“Don’t,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to break under the pressure in my chest.
It’s too much.
I’m too vulnerable.
Submission is a double-edged sword for me.
It allows me to hand everything to someone else.
My worries. My fears. My responsibilities.
And my insecurities. But it also makes me vulnerable, something that goes against my nature after growing up surrounded by narcissists who only cared about themselves.
I tug my dress over my head. The smooth material brushes over the tender skin on my ass and thighs, and I don’t manage to swallow down the hiss.
Usually, I love the pain that remains after a punishment. It reminds me that I don’t always have to be strong, that there are times my mind can rest, that someone cares about me enough to take that burden from me. But not tonight. Not as I watch everything I ever hoped for slip away.
Avoiding their eyes, I move toward the door with my heart in my throat.
“Hannah,” the stranger calls, finally pushing himself up out of his seat. “Don’t go.”
“I can’t do this.” I choke on the words as the tears I’ve been trying to swallow finally fall against my cheeks.
I slip the mask over my eyes, hoping in vain that it will hide my heartbreak from everyone I pass.
Knowing it will hurt too much, I don’t give the room a backward glance before heading to the back door.
Every step I take away from them has the cracks in my chest growing, but it’s when I slide into the back of a taxi that the agony engulfs me.
Just like every time before, I’m alone again.
The way I’m meant to be.
The way I deserve.