Hanna's Awakening (7 page)

“I think you’re close to a release, Hanna. Before you come though, I want to test your control. Be a good girl and lie very still while I touch you. I mean it. Don’t move a muscle. If you do, Daddy will have to punish you.”

Frustrated whimpers rose up from her, but she spread her legs wider at his bidding and tensed in anticipation of his touch. He dipped two fingers into her pooling moisture, and brought that moisture up to the tight bud he’d been working earlier. Heat and friction built between his fingers and her wet center as he began to swirl over her sensitive, aching area once more. She wasn’t terribly afraid of his threat to punish her if she moved, but she desired to please him in every way possible, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on not moving.

Smack! A light blow stung the inside of her thigh. She opened her eyes to see Daddy wearing a scolding look.

“I didn’t say you could close your eyes now, did I?”

Her gaze flittered around the room before coming to rest on him again. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Keep your eyes on me, baby girl. Watch what Daddy’s doing to you.”

She glanced down at the hand he had between her thighs. He drew back a moment, holding his two fingers in the air in demonstration, before plunging them back to her throbbing, quivering parts. She thrust up to meet him, momentarily forgetting that she wasn’t allowed to move. Alarm filled her as she realized her error, and the dark gleam in Daddy’s eyes revealed her naughtiness hadn’t escaped him.

Her heart pounded. She was in trouble with Daddy. Would he pause in the midst of pleasuring her in this new, delightful way, to administer a punishment? Would he actually spank her, and then go straight back to touching the slickness of her aching, inner core?

He shook his head and sat back on the bed. “Did I say you could move?”

Heat engulfed her face, the flames traveling south over the swell of her breasts, and lower to collide with the constant tremors of her arousal. “No, Daddy.”

“When I tell you to do something, or not to do something, however small a command it may seem, I expect your obedience. I have to spank you now, Hanna. To teach you a lesson.”

His scolding and pronouncement that she was to be punished had her center pulsing in anticipation, and more moisture trickled between her thighs. She licked her lips as her heart pounded and pounded in her chest, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind. Before she could try to understand the cascade of emotions and sensations, Daddy lifted her up and pulled her over his lap. His large, warm hand cupped her bottom cheeks, and she held her breath, waiting for that first slap.

“Spread those legs a bit, Hanna.”

She exhaled shakily and did as he asked, parting her thighs. Her sex, which felt impossibly swollen and needy, was now on display to Daddy. A month ago, even a week ago, this position would’ve brought her great shame. So much shame that she would’ve done anything to escape it. But not today. A small amount of humiliation coursed through her, but it was nothing compared to the desire racing through her veins. Whatever Daddy was doing to her, she wanted more of it.

“Your bottom is already red from the spanking you received earlier,” he said, massaging her cheeks. His other hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place. “Did the thermometer hurt your bottom hole, Hanna?”

“No, it’s fine,” she blurted out, fearing he’d touch her most private spot again.

As if reading her mind, Daddy did just that. He splayed her cheeks apart and trailed a finger down her crevice to nudge at her bottom hole. She tensed up in an attempt to deter him from pressing inside. She had no such luck. Thick and intrusive, his finger filled her and stretched her little hole with the slight burn of his entrance. She held her breath until he stilled within her tightness. Dread mixed with delicious anticipation. She wanted him to thrust his finger in and out, to feel the slight burn as she tensed against his movements. But she also wanted him to leave her bottom alone and just get the spanking over with. He’d promised her pleasure, and the urgency she’d felt moments ago between her thighs increased with each gasping breath. Her breasts ached and tingled, and her nipples felt impossibly tight.

“Ah!” She jolted when he touched her swollen, sensitive nub. A part of her she hadn’t realized existed until Daddy had paid it attention.

“You’re going to come just like this, baby girl. Right over Daddy’s lap with a finger in your bottom hole.”

Heat infused her face at his words. So naughty and coarse. She spread her legs wider and gulped hard. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom hole. Hard. Harder. Deeper and faster. Tension coiled in her feminine core as he slid her moisture around her sensitive spot, swirling and applying just the right amount of pressure to…

“Oh, Daddy!” She cried out and bucked over his lap. Sensation gripped her, rolling through her in a wave of pulsing delight. She gripped the covers, tearing at them as she came undone.

“That’s one,” he said, his voice husky and deep.

“One?” She gasped the question.

“One orgasm. I promised you two, remember?” He withdrew his finger from her bottom and patted her thigh. The pressure of his nudging finger lingered. “But first you’re getting that spanking. You were naughty, Hanna.”

“I know, Daddy.”

“What will you do next time Daddy asks you to remain still?”

“I… uh… I won’t move.”

He continued rubbing, and she wished his hand would travel lower to circle her tight bud. Despite her release moments ago, she was already aching to grind against his lap and wasn’t certain how much longer she could maintain control of her urges. He’d unleashed something primal inside her and she liked it. Liked it a lot.

“That’s right. You won’t move unless you have permission. I’m going to spank you now, Hanna, to teach you that there are consequences when you disobey. Naughty little girls get spanked on their bare bottom, don’t they?”

“Yes.”

He smacked her bottom sharply. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you would’ve remained still as I’d asked, you’d be having another orgasm right now, Hanna. But instead I have to spank you, and when you do finally have your second orgasm, it’ll be with a very sore little bottom.”

He brought his hand down with a resounding slap, striking the lower curve of her right cheek. Hanna gasped and squirmed on his lap, knowing the second smack would fall at any moment. He didn’t make her wait long. The next blow fell, carrying more sting than the first, and he continued on without pause, alternating from right cheek to left cheek. He covered her backside from top to bottom, even punishing the tops of her tender thighs. When he set into her thighs with a sharp round of smacks, she kicked her legs and writhed on his lap. The pain blazed across her flesh, spreading all over until her entire bottom burned in agony. Just as tears blurred in her eyes, the spanking stopped.

She found herself seated on Daddy’s lap, strong arms circling her as he held her in his loving embrace. Soothing words reached her ears as he stroked her hair, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his solid chest. As her breathing calmed, she became aware of the beating of his heart, directly at her ear. She smiled and closed her eyes. Even though she didn’t know much about the world, she knew with every beat of his heart there was nowhere else she’d rather be in this moment.

Later, when he pushed her back on the bed and urged her legs apart, she didn’t resist. She obeyed when he instructed her to remain still. She thrust her hips wantonly against his fingers when he told her to let go. And when she let go, a thunderous pleasure quaked in her center and spread outward through every inch of her body until her toes curled. She floated on another plane of existence, a place where millions of stars swam in her head.

Ben flipped through the mail as he walked back to the cabin with Lady bounding ahead after a squirrel. He watched the dog bark at the tree the squirrel ran up, and when he glanced down at the stack of bills, he noticed a letter addressed to Hanna.

The air left his lungs. He stopped in the middle of the path to stare down at Eli’s handwriting decorating the envelope. A few seconds passed before he recovered from the shock, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Three weeks had passed since Hanna had come to stay with him, and even though she intended to see her brother again someday, the fact that she planned to eventually leave had been easily forgotten. She filled his days and nights, bringing him more happiness than he’d thought possible. Even though he hadn’t taken her innocence, even though he hadn’t taught her how to touch him sexually yet, they still shared a bond he despaired to break. Their connection went beyond anything sexual. With the passing of each day, he longed to keep her forever at his side. It was the height of selfishness though, because Hanna longed to leave. Or so she’d claimed when she’d first arrived.

Could her ambitions have changed? He clutched the mail and followed after Lady, who was almost back at the cabin. It was ridiculous to believe Hanna would want to stay here. After all, the farm she’d grown up on was only a few miles away. The family who shunned her was surely in her thoughts, though she rarely spoke of them. Ben paused at the bottom of the cabin steps, surveying his home and his land. He’d worked hard to build this fortress in the middle of nowhere. No one from his previous life could find him if they tried. He didn’t have a phone and was therefore unlisted. Sure, he had an address, but Ben Foster was a pretty common name, and so far none of his old friends, family, or acquaintances had contacted him by mail. Next month would mark his eighth year in these woods.

He glanced at the kitchen window and saw Hanna standing at the sink, oblivious to his presence. Could he leave the safety of his cabin for her? Would she withdraw from him if she knew of the reason he’d left his home in West Virginia? He sighed. There was only one right thing to do right now. He had to give her Eli’s letter.

The smell of frying bacon hit Ben when he entered the cabin. He swallowed hard and headed to the kitchen, where he found Hanna placing two plates on the table. A beaming smile lighted her features when their eyes met. Her smile faded in an instant though, and she regarded him with genuine concern.

“What is it?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

He forced a smile and held up Eli’s letter. “No, nothing’s wrong. This is for you.”

She clapped her hands together and gasped in delight. “Finally. I was so worried he didn’t get my last letter.”

Ben passed her the envelope and wondered what Hanna had written in her last letter. A few days after she’d come to stay with him, she’d sent another letter off to her brother. Ben had shoved the sealed envelope into the mailbox, resisting the urge to tear it open in hopes of discovering her secret thoughts and dreams.

Anxiety twisted his stomach as Hanna ripped the letter open. She spread the folded paper out on the table and sat down, her eyes bright with curiosity.

Ben took a seat across from her, ignoring the breakfast she’d placed in his spot. “Did Annabel have the baby yet?” he asked, hoping Eli’s wife had delivered their first child safely.

“No, not yet.” Her eyes moved back and forth as she scanned the page. “At the time of this letter, Annabel is nine days away from her due date. Her doctor says baby and mother are both healthy. Eli says he’s happy I left home and that he always knew I would. He wishes he could come see me right now, but he’ll have to wait until the baby is born and they are settled back at home. He says his job is giving him two weeks off once the baby comes, and he will…” She paused and glanced up at Ben. Sadness replaced her prior joy, and she bowed her head to continue reading. She gulped and licked her lips before speaking. “He says once Annabel and the baby are settled at home, he’ll come get me. He—he wants me to come to Oregon and live with him.”

The emptiness inside Ben knew no bounds. He felt like he’d already lost the most important thing in his life, even as she stared at him from across the table. Sweet little Hanna. He did the math in his head, calculating exactly how many days he might have left with her. Even if Annabel had the baby today, he’d at least have a week or more with her. Possibly two weeks, if Eli decided to drive instead of fly. Ben inquired if he indicated his method of travel in the letter, and Hanna said he did not.

“You don’t look happy.” He reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers atop the table.

Tears pooled in her expressive blue depths, and she sighed and pushed the letter away with her free hand. “Of course I am happy,” she said, smiling as a tear ran down her cheek. She brushed it away and tried to wrench her hand from Ben’s as she stood up. “Let me go, Daddy.” Her voice trembled.

Daddy. She hadn’t called him Mr. Foster in quite some time. The affection in her voice when she called him Daddy always filled up the empty places in his soul. She completed him each and every day, over and over again. She didn’t balk when he called her his baby girl. If anything, she craved it. He saw the need to be cared for in her eyes each time their gazes collided. The bond between them had grown more each day, alongside her growing trust in him. But now she was leaving. Their relationship was ending before it even had a chance to begin.

Hanna made another half-hearted attempt to yank her hand from his, but Ben still didn’t release her. Instead, he pulled her closer and brought her down in his lap. He cradled her as she cried softly in his chest. No words passed between them, but their hearts bled together as the sun danced through the window and spilled over her golden hair. He kissed the top of her head, letting his lips linger as he breathed in her feminine scent. He should be happy to see Eli again after all these years. He should be happy to see Hanna reunited with her brother, and happy that Eli wanted to give her a safe place to stay, a family to be a part of.

But Ben wasn’t happy at all. By God, he wasn’t ready to let her go. He’d never be ready to let her go. Three weeks. Three weeks was all it had taken to turn his world upside down. And the pretty, innocent blonde in his lap had done so with her mere presence.