HannasHaven by Lorna Jean Roberts Page B

touch you there again. I’m a man who likes to please.”
    A bark of laughter escaped her as he’d planned. Marcus ran
his hands over her bottom, rubbing, squeezing before leaning forward to nip one
buttock, then the other.
    “Oh,” she cried out. Her knees buckled and he caught her
before they gave out completely.
    “Easy. Turn back around now.”
    He held her loosely, prepared to catch her if she fell.
Hanna faced him, her face flushed, eyes soaked with lust, her naked body
ensnaring him.
    “Beautiful,” he told her.
    “Hardly.”
    Reaching around, he smacked her sharply on the ass.
     
    Hanna winced as Marcus whacked her ass a few more times. She
longed to jump away, but didn’t dare. He’d warned her what would happen if she
didn’t come to him immediately.
    She should probably protest, yet she enjoyed when he took
charge, when he dominated her.
    He made her feel safe, cared for, protected. Desired.
    And there was no denying the surge of pleasure his
punishments gave her. The way her blood heated, the way her body readied itself
for him.
    She wanted this. Wanted his control. Craved it.
    When he stopped, a surge of disappointment assailed her even
as she told herself she should be relieved, grateful he was going easy on her.
    “I thought you said thirty,” she blurted out, surprising
herself.
    Marcus raised a brow. “Those few smacks weren’t for
disobedience. They were for putting yourself down. But you’re right, you have
thirty coming and I’m not cruel enough to make you wait and worry. Come, over
my knee now.”
    Anxious, jittery, she took the hand he extended, letting him
help her over his knee. Her torso rested on the sofa, her stomach over his
firm, warm thighs.
    Marcus caressed her down back and bottom to the top of her
thighs then back up again, comforting her until she relaxed.
    “That’s better,” he murmured. “Just relax. Give in to me. You
want this, don’t you, sweetheart? You need me to take control. And you know I
would never hurt you. I want to take care of you, give you your every desire.
That’s my job. To give you what you need. And you need this. No moving now.”
    His hand landed on her butt. Hard. Quickly he landed the
next smack. Then another. Tears filled her eyes as her skin stung, the pain
growing. Her breath came faster as she fought to stay still.
    She closed her eyes as he stopped to rub her bottom,
spreading the heat.
    “How you doing, sugar?”
    “O-okay.”
    “Give me a color, baby. Green for good, yellow for slow
down, red for stop.”
    Hanna took a deep breath, assessing herself. Sure, the
spanking damn well hurt, but the pain was doing things to her. The heat from
her bottom had been absorbed into her bloodstream, firing all her nerve
endings.
    Even though tears continued to run down her face, they were
a relief more than anything else. When was the last time she’d cried? Just let
go?
    “Green.”
    “Good girl.”
    He started again, each smack of his hand reverberating
throughout her body. She floated, a feeling of safety coming over her. When he
stopped, she arched back with a whimper, wanting more.
    “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”
    She drifted down as he massaged her lower back. Sighing, she
simply lay on his lap and let him comfort her.
    “Back with me now?” he asked in a voice she’d never heard
before. He sounded tender.
    “Yes sir.”
    He flipped her over, holding her close to his chest. Using the
pad of his thumb, he wiped away her tears.
    “You took your punishment very well.” Leaning down, he
kissed her. Gently at first, then he pushed her for more, pressing his tongue
against her lips, plunging into her mouth.
     
    Marcus cupped Hanna’s pussy with one hand, her heat searing his
palm. He dipped a finger through her folds, breath quickening at the moisture
he found there.
    Damn, she was made for him.
    “Nice and wet.” She made a strangled noise in the back of
her throat. He grinned as she blushed furiously.
    “Shy little fairy,” he