Hanna's Awakening (8 page)

“Hanna,” he said. “Baby girl. Talk to Daddy. Tell me why you’re crying.”

She sniffled, and he used a napkin she’d set out for breakfast to dab her eyes and nose. She attempted to smile up at him through her tears, and his heart contracted to see her sweetness shining through her sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to cry.”

“Shh. It’s okay. You can cry anytime you’d like, but I’d like to know what has you so upset.” He stroked her hair as he spoke in a gentle voice, trying to coax the truth from her.

“I want to see Eli again, and I want to meet his wife and baby, but Oregon is so far away.” She peered at him with a vulnerable look. “It’s so far away from you, Daddy.”

He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers, kissing her hard until they both became breathless. “You can stay here with me for as long as you’d like, or you can go with Eli. The decision is yours, Hanna. Tell me what you want.” He couldn’t beg her to stay, not when she was in such a vulnerable state. Eli was the only family she had now, and it wouldn’t be right for him to keep her away from her brother.

“I don’t want to think about leaving you right now,” she said, running a hand through his hair. “I just want… I want…” Her face reddened and she fumbled for words. But Ben felt her bottom pressing against his crotch, and she squirmed overtop him as his desire grew. She’d rubbed up against him a few times over clothing, but she’d yet to touch his cock, to take it in her hand or… anywhere else.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his teeth clenched as he bit back a groan.

“I want you to take me, Daddy. I want you to be inside me,” she said. “Please, Daddy. Right now.”

* * *

The mattress dipped beneath Hanna as Daddy pressed her down on the bed. He hovered over her, trailing burning kisses over her neckline as she encouraged him by arching her center into his. Through his jeans, she felt his hugeness and knew it belonged inside her, deep in her feminine core.

She didn’t want to leave the cabin. Didn’t want to leave Daddy. And yet staying felt foolish. Leaving Pennsylvania had always been her goal. Putting as many miles as possible between herself and the farm had always been her goal. She hadn’t counted on Eli coming to get her so fast. She’d thought she had months. Months with Daddy. Months to find a better option, an option that gave her everything her heart desired—experiencing life in the English world, spending time with Eli and his family, and of course, being with Daddy through all of this. He’d spent years perfecting his little homestead here in the woods. The greenhouse and gardens. The storage rooms beneath the cabin. His existence whispered of dark secrets, but he’d yet to open up about the reasons for his separation from a previous life she could only speculate about.

His tongue entered her mouth and her worries floated away. She gyrated her hips against his, loving the feel of his stiff bulge rubbing her achiness, soothing it, yet spurring it to pulse greater and greater. Urgency consumed her senses.

Hanna worked the buttons on his flannel shirt. The mornings had grown cooler and cooler, and today had been the first day she’d seen him in anything but a t-shirt. It hugged his muscles and broad chest, and she gave him a small smile as she reached the last button and tugged the shirt from his jeans. He shrugged the garment off, as well as his undershirt, and tossed them away. Then he pierced her with a dark look and pushed a hand up her dress, slipping a finger past her underwear to delve straight into her wetness.

“Oh!” she cried, whimpering low in her throat as he swirled around in her moisture.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like when Daddy touches your pussy?”

His crass words riveted her. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Say it. Say you like when Daddy touches your pussy.”

She panted as she tried to form the words. Words she’d have never dared utter. Like pussy. It’s what he called her moist center, the part of her that awakened at his masterful touch.

A light slap stung the inside of her thigh. “Say. It.”

She drew in a deep breath and met his eyes. “I like when you touch my pussy, Daddy.”

“Ask me to put my finger inside your pussy.”

“Please… please put your finger inside my pussy.” She tensed up, though she longed to feel the fullness of penetration in a place he’d never been, even with something as small as a finger. He’d stroked her plenty. He’d taught her how to pleasure herself, and he visited her at bedtime every night to assist in her release. A few nights into this ritual, he’d kissed her on the lips for the first time. She’d silently pledged her devotion to him in that moment, and now the thought of leaving him made her feel like she was breaking a sacred oath.

Thickness slid into her slick pussy, and she cried out her pleasure at the new sensation. More thickness filled her, and she looked at Daddy in question. He grinned and kissed her forehead.

“You’re doing great. I have three fingers inside you now. But not all the way inside. Your innocence is blocking my passage.” He leaned down, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. “But I’m going to use my cock to break through that, Hanna.”

He pumped his fingers in and out while she fought for air. This was bliss. Pure and simple. His fingers were magic. His touch was fire. His kisses were love and passion. His heart was beating in sync with hers, or so she imagined.

Daddy broke away long enough to tug her panties down, past her knees and ankles. The predatory gleam in his eyes as he tossed them to the floor gave her a dark thrill. The roughness of his touches as he worked her dress over her head spoke of his need. She didn’t quite understand what he’d meant when he said her innocence was blocking his passage, but she felt safe in his hands. He knew what he was doing, and he seemed to be good at it. Her body screamed for more of his rough touches, more of his hard kisses and crass words.

“You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” He gazed at her and cupped her breasts.

She glanced down, past her heaving chest and at her complete nakedness. Peering back up at him, she smiled shyly and spread her legs in invitation. Daddy stood up to remove his pants. Her eyes didn’t leave him as he stepped out of them, taking his underwear down too.

Her gaze landed on the stiffness between his legs. Daddy was huge! Much too big for her. Panic had her scrambling to crawl under the covers, but he pinned her down and positioned his hugeness between her thighs. Her pussy quaked, despite her fear over the pain she realized would come. His fingers had filled her up, and she feared a larger intrusion now that she’d seen how large
it
actually was.

“Hanna, look at me.” Daddy’s deep voice pulled her to him.

She met his gaze. The affection reflected in his eyes chased some of her insecurities away.

“Spread your legs wider,” he said. His tone was gentle, so kind. The rough touches and kisses had ended, but she enjoyed this side of him too, especially in this moment of uncertainty.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.

“Yes, but it’ll be quick. I promise. Then I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

She hesitated to answer and tried to turn her head, but he held her face firmly in his warm hands, stroking the side of her cheek with one finger. A smile turned his lips up briefly.

“Do you trust Daddy?” he asked.

Unable to form a single word, she nodded. Of course she trusted him. Her trust in him grew more each day, along with her desire to stay by his side always.

“It will only hurt this first time, Hanna.”

“All right. Do it.” She braced for the pain, shutting her eyes tight.

“Look at Daddy.” He tapped the side of her face. “Eyes on me the whole time.”

The moment their gazes met, he grabbed a square packet off the nightstand, ripped it open, and produced something thin and clear which he rolled over his shaft. The tip of his length teased her entrance, and then he surged forward. His thickness filled her, burning as if she was being torn up from the inside. She winced and gasped at the same time, but managed to keep her eyes open and on Daddy. Despite the pain and her nervousness, she found looking at him helped to calm her nerves.

“Hanna, baby girl, you’re so tight.” He groaned and withdrew slightly, only to surge forward again.

She tore her hands from the covers and circled his waist, pressing against his back. His flesh heated under her touch, and she ran her hands up and down his back, soaking up the feel of his strong masculine body.

The burning pain lessened bit by bit as he moved within her depths. In and out, and in and out. He set a slow rhythm, and the delicious achiness reignited. She lifted her legs and squeezed his body, but he stiffened and pain tightened his face.

“Does it hurt you too?” She hadn’t considered this possibility.

He stilled mid-thrust and chuckled deep in his throat. “No, Hanna. This doesn’t hurt me at all.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to pass out in pain?”

He inhaled deeply and began moving inside her again. The friction of his huge length stretching her as he thrust in and out drove her wild, and she wanted more. Faster. Harder. Her nails dug into his back, enough to draw a moan from him.

“I’m not about to pass out in pain,” he finally answered, though his strange expression remained. “I’m trying to go slow so I don’t hurt you, Hanna. It’s your first time and I want to be gentle with you. It’s taking every bit of my self-control not to pound into you hard and fast. You feel that good around my cock.”

His words sank in and she arched up, meeting one of his thrusts. Surprise lit his features, but the pain remained. She realized her movements had increased his pleasure, and she did it once more, only for him to stop and pin her down on the bed, holding her wrists in his hands.

“Young lady, I suggest you not do that. Not this first time.”

“Why not?” She squirmed beneath him, trying to push him up.

“Because you’re going to make me lose control.”

Her smile faded and she regarded him thoughtfully. She leaned up and found his neck, and her lips danced across his flesh. The hugeness buried within her pulsed, though he hadn’t resumed his movements yet. Her lips parted and she dragged her teeth down the side of his neck. The already firm grip on her wrists tightened, and he drew back and gave her a look that bordered on angry. Hanna wasn’t afraid though. She wanted him angry. Wanted him to lose control.

“Please, Daddy,” she said. “I want it hard and fast. Don’t hold back.”

A growl ripped through the air and he released her wrists, only to grab her hips in a grip just as firm. His fingers dug into her flesh, and he hovered over her, panting and fierce.

“Don’t forget you asked for this, baby girl.”

He withdrew his length and then slammed into her, deep and hard. The air left her chest, and her pussy clenched around his rod. His lower stomach hit her clit with each thrust. Her nipples tightened, and each brutal plunge brought her closer and closer to the release Daddy had shown her time and time before. Except this time it wasn’t his fingers or hers. This time the orgasm built and built, past the point that she could bear it. She writhed against him, moving her hips in tune with his, trying to reach that blissful peak that would shatter her to pieces.

Sweat glistened over their bodies as they met thrust for thrust. He threw his head back and pounded her harder. Her heart swelled as she watched his movements, and his every little response to her touch. The sound of his groans when she dug her nails into his back swam in her head.

He leaned down to speak into her ear, but kept pace as he claimed her. “Tell Daddy to fuck you harder. Tell Daddy to fuck you harder and come inside your pussy.”

Her vision blurred, and she spoke quickly, realizing she was about to reach that peak. “Fu… fuck me harder, Daddy, and… and come inside my pussy.”

Jerky motions replaced his rapid, steady thrusting, and his whole body tensed. Dark spots continued to dot Hanna’s vision and she gave up watching him to close her eyes. She reached her peak and shattered, harder than she’d ever shattered before. The pulsing between her legs stole her thoughts and drained her energy, leaving her weak but satisfied as she floated down from her high.

The world had faded long ago, and there was only Daddy.

Ben rubbed his eyes and reached for his coffee. He tried to concentrate on the work glaring from his computer screen, but his thoughts continuously strayed to Hanna. A week had passed since the night he’d taken her innocence, and they’d spent every possible waking moment together since then. Even when he had work to do, she’d sit in his office as she studied the G.E.D. prep books Eli had left behind. He’d just placed his coffee down when her soft voice startled him.

“Why don’t you have a phone?”

Ben swiveled around in his chair and looked at Hanna. She’d opened his office door a crack, and had only poked her neck inside. Her nervous gaze flickered from his face and around the room. Guilt washed over him that she’d caught him working. He’d promised to spend the next few days with her, giving her his undivided attention. He’d woken up early to finish one last work project while she slept.

“I looked all over the house,” she said, inching through the door with a small step. “I couldn’t find a phone anywhere.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Why do you want a phone?”

“I… I was only curious about why you didn’t have one.” She paused for a second, opened her mouth as if to say something else, and then closed it. She backed up and vanished from the room, closing the door before Ben heard fast footsteps in the hall.

He jumped to his feet and raced after her. He wasn’t about to let her shut him out, not when their time together was limited, their future uncertain. Following the sound of her escape—a slamming front door—he hurried outside. He spotted her curled into a ball on the glider, blanketed in the early morning darkness. Lady was there too, sitting down in front of Hanna, as if keeping guard. Ben approached and scratched Lady’s ears, before urging the dog back inside.