Chapter 44 Asher
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
ASHER
Tonight has given me whiplash.
From a date night with our girl, to being threatened by her grandfather, to the promise of giving her everything she needs to quieten her mind, it’s been quite the rollercoaster.
Once I have everything I need from the collection I’ve been building since I moved back for just an occasion like this, I gather the items in my arms and head back to Hannah’s bedroom.
No way am I missing any more of this than I have to.
I stop dead in the doorway, my cock immediately hardening at the sight in front of me.
Rowan hasn’t moved from the chair he was in when I got home, but Hannah certainly has. She stands in the middle of the room, her dress dangling from her fingers and the tiniest lingerie set I’ve ever seen left covering her perfect body.
I don’t need to be able to see her tits to know whatever she has covering them is see-through, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning.
Will I ever get used to Hannah being ours? How fucking sexy she is?
Just the thought of her rounding with our kid the other night had me almost coming in my pants, and we’re a long way away from making that a reality.
Rowan’s eyes drag away from Hannah long enough to acknowledge my return before he’s back to surveying her perfect body.
I understand because I certainly wouldn’t look at me if I were in his position, our girl almost completely bare as she awaits her next order.
“Now my pants, Little One,” he rumbles, his hold on the arms of the chair tightening to stop himself from reaching for her.
Hannah doesn’t hesitate. She drops to her knees between his spread thighs and starts working on his belt.
While she’s distracted, I step all the way into the room and drop the collection of toys onto the end of the bed.
I wrap my fingers around the handle of the leather paddle I’ve been dying to use on her perky ass, the heart cutouts promising to leave pretty marks for me to stare at as I fuck her.
This time, biting my cheek doesn’t stifle the moan, pulling Hannah’s attention to me for a split second before it returns to Rowan’s pants.
“Good girl,” he praises.
Her sharp intake of breath is the only sign the words affect her as she tugs the belt open and starts working on the button and zipper.
“Looks like our girl is desperate to get to your cock.” I chuckle, shucking my shirt and discarding it across the room.
“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 he could 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.