Holding Hannah (Masters of The Castle) by Smith Maren

Author:Smith, Maren [Smith, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2013-06-30T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

What was she doing?

Panic rattled at her insides, knocked in her knees, tangled in the jumbles of knotted rope that lust had suddenly just dumped in her wildly twisting stomach, and the next thing Hannah knew—oh God, oh God, he was looking at her as if he wanted to consume her—she had taken that last step over the threshold. And there they were, standing practically toe-to-toe. She trembled; he smiled. When he reached for her, for a moment, she thought he was going to caress her face, but he didn’t. His fingers combed up into her hair and then fisted, capturing close to her scalp, a secure hold that locked them face-to-face as he drew her out of the doorway and deeper into the center of the stall.

“Raise your arms,” he commanded, releasing her.

Not at all sure what he was planning, she held her hands up. She both looked and felt as if she were being mugged at gunpoint.

Sam gave her a look, but then he stepped up to gather the bottom hem of her shirt between his hands. The second she realized he was going to strip her, she dropped her arms, hugging them over her shirt and over her stomach. That stab of shame hit her all over again. He had already seen some of her cuts, but he hadn’t seen them all and she dreaded not just that he might look at her differently—with pity, or worse, revulsion—once he had, but also all the people she could hear around them, gathering in the shadows around the low stall walls and in the doorway. She twisted to glance back over her shoulder, but Sam caught her chin between rough fingers and quickly redirected her gaze back to his.

He turned her, moving with her until he was between her and the open doorway. Between her and all those people, silently watching as the scene unfolded. Now it was Sam’s turn to glance over his shoulder, but if he gave a signal, she didn’t see it. All she heard was the click and two bright lights winked on, bathing her in the yellow-white glow of their naked bulbs, bathing him, and turning everything beyond him to blinded blackness. The whole world fell away, leaving the illusion that it was just the two of them in this barn.

“Raise your hands,” he told her.

“I’m not pretty,” she tried to say, but his eyes darkened and his whole countenance took on a severity and intensity so strong that it cut off her air.

“Say that again and I’m going to punish you. From this point on, unless I ask you a question, the only things I want to hear you say are ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’, and ‘please, Master Sam, may I cum?’ Now, raise your hands.”

Punish? Her legs held all the solidity of weak rubber. Her knees dipped and wobbled. Her hands rose, haltingly climbing higher even as she closed her eyes, turning her face away when he took the hem of her shirt and stripped it from her.

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