Chapter 35 Rowan
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ROWAN
The way Hannah’s pussy clamps down on me every few seconds is going to make me lose my fucking mind.
I’m in my mid-forties, and I’ve spent most of my life single, so I’ve had a lot of sex. But none of it compares to her. Being inside her is an otherworldly experience that I’ll never get enough of, and keeping my hands to myself the last week has been hard as hell.
But it was necessary.
If Hannah thinks we only want her for sex, she’ll never feel at home here. She’ll never come to trust us, to rely on us the way we desperately want her to.
So we were patient.
Asher worked on training her ass, and we gave her the occasional orgasm, but we haven’t leaned into our Dominant tendencies nearly as much as we would have liked.
Apparently, our little sub has been just as frustrated as we’ve been, though, and now I’m finally inside her.
I focus on breathing through the way my balls tighten as my fingers work her swollen clit.
“Oh god,” Hannah whines, her hips trying to move, but the arm I have banded around her waist makes it almost impossible.
“Come on now, Little One. You and I both know there’s nothing holy about what I’m doing to you.”
A long moan escapes her, my words pushing her closer to her first orgasm, and when it hits, her scream fills the room as her perfect pussy clamps down around me.
“Good girl,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Good fucking girl.”
Part of me wishes I could see her face as she comes apart for me, but this position allows me to hold her in place while I drag orgasm after orgasm from her.
Her release begins to fade, and she tries to push my hand away when her clit becomes oversensitive.
Using the hand I have around her waist, I gather her wrists and trap them between my arm and her body.
“Rowan,” she whines. “It’s too much. Oh god, it’s too much.”
“You’re going to come for me again, Hannah.”
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” There’s no room for argument in my tone.
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“I know.” I chuckle, pressing kisses along her shoulder. “But you should probably get used to that.”
Her pussy flutters around my cock, my need to fuck her so hard she feels me for a week fighting with the satisfaction of dragging orgasm after orgasm from her pretty body.
As a Dom, I’ve always enjoyed controlling my subs’ orgasms, whether that be denying them for hours or even days, or forcing multiple in a short period of time until they’re a shaking mess.
And I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a sick kind of smugness from the occasional ruined orgasm when they’ve been extra bratty. But it’s different with Hannah.
Everything is different with her.
Because when this is over, and I’ve filled her with my cum, I’m not going to just provide the necessary amount of aftercare and then fuck off.
No. I’ll give her every second of care she needs before carrying her to the bathroom and helping her get ready for bed, then climbing beneath the sheets beside her and holding her while she sleeps.
Moving my fingers lower to where we’re joined, I gather her wetness before returning to my ministrations of her clit.
“Fuck,” she sobs, her inner muscles working my cock and dragging a groan from my chest.
“You feel so good, Little One,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “We might have to make this a nightly occurrence. What do you think?”
She moans, her hips shifting of their own accord. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I scoff. “If death could be brought forward by a few forced orgasms, I think we’d have a severe shortage in subs.”
A small laugh tumbles from her lips, immediately followed by a moan.
“You close again, baby girl?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
My cock pulses at the words on her lips, and I can’t help but thrust my hips once. There’s something about being called Sir by my girl that has the ability to make me lose control.
“Please fuck me,” she sobs.
“No,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need more. I need you to fuck me.”
I slap my fingers down on her clit. “I said no, Hannah. If you’re not careful, I’ll keep you coming even after I finish.”
“No,” she whines. “Please, Sir.”
But her body gives her away as her heat tightens around me.
How could I forget how much my girl likes her pussy spanked?
“Is this what you need, Hannah?” I ask against the shell of her ear a moment before I bring my hand down on her clit twice in quick succession.
“Oh fuck.” Her hips shift, frantically chasing the release that’s building.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock, baby,” I growl, delivering another series of slaps to the oversensitive bundle of nerves.
Hannah’s scream fills the room as she clenches down around me, and her body shakes with her release.
“That’s it. Such a good girl,” I praise, easing my ministrations on her clit as she starts coming down from her orgasm.
As much as I love causing her blissful pain, she doesn’t seem to be used to having this many orgasms this close together, and I don’t want to push her so much she decides to add it to her limits.
“Sir,” she sobs. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you to come.”
“You want me to fill your pretty cunt with my cum, baby girl?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Mm, you ask so nicely.” I drag my teeth along her shoulder, reveling in the way she flutters around me. “But I don’t think you’ve given me enough orgasms.”
“I have!” She insists. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“You’ll take it for as long as I see fit, and if you’re truly uncomfortable or hurting, you’ll say your safe word,” I remind her. “Do you need to say red?”
Hannah shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
“Then you’ll come as many times as I see fit before I paint your pussy with my cum.”
“Now what do we have here?” A voice comes from the doorway, causing Hannah to jolt in surprise.
Oh, this should be fun.