Page 15 of A Daddy for Hanna
“Here, let me show you how this works.” He knelt and reached toward a black box beneath the television.
She tried to concentrate as he explained how the DVD player worked. Press this button. Press that button. Wait for a few seconds. Grab the remote. Press more buttons. Wait some more. It was much harder than learning to use the washing machine and dryer. To his credit, he was patient and repeated the instructions three times until she was finally able to do it without his assistance. He promised to teach her how to use a computer soon too, saying it was necessary for her to complete her G.E.D. work.
“This was my mother’s favorite movie,” he said as they took a seat on the couch. His leg rested a mere inch from hers. He glanced down at her bare thigh, and she suddenly felt self-conscious over the shorts she was wearing.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
To her pleasure, he produced a warm fleece blanket and brought it over her lap. He maintained eye contact as he tucked her in, smoothing his hands over the contours of her body.
Oh goodness…
Her senses heightened as time slowed down, and she found herself staring at his lips for far too long, wondering what it might be like if he kissed her. Her entire body flushed with warmth at the thought, and when she pressed her thighs together, the pulses in her core became so heightened that she almost whimpered.
“As snug as a bug,” he murmured, oh so close to her ear. “Say ‘thank you, Daddy.’”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared back at him with wide eyes. “Th… thank you, Daddy.”
She tingled all over and wished he was tucked under the blanket with her. He could wrap one huge, muscular arm around her, pull her close, press his body against hers, and… and…
What then? Something. She was hot all over at once, sweltering in the confines of the blanket, yet she couldn’t throw it off and appear silly and indecisive.I’m cold. Oh, never mind. I’m really hot.
“I love your hair, Hanna. I must admit I can’t stop admiring it. So long, so wavy.” He reached out to stroke a strand between his fingers.
She became instantly lightheaded. Her lips parted in surprise, and for a brief moment she thought he might actually kiss her. Disappointment surged through her when he didn’t.
If she was good, if she was proper, she would run out the door and back to the farm.
But Hanna wasn’t good and proper any longer. She was becoming a new person. A person who looked at the world with eyes wide open, even though she hadn’t seen much of the world yet.
Right now, Mr. Foster was a big part of her world. He was her only friend, and in a way, he was her whole world. Loving, but strict.
She’d thought she would never want to be under the authority of anyone, yet she had never been happier than now.
Even if he spanked her again, and a small part of her hoped he would, she would always treasure her time with him. For however long a time they had together.
Eli had stayed two years. A month hadn’t passed yet since her arrival here, and she took comfort in knowing that he wouldn’t pressure her to leave anytime soon. Not that she ever pictured him pressuring her to leave.
Would he allow her to remain here in his cabin forever, in exchange for her moderate chores?
No, she couldn’t think of it. She wanted to see more of the world, didn’t she? To leave Pennsylvania far behind one day? To get an education, find a job, and secure her independence?
The farm was only a few miles away, and the proximity of it haunted her. It was a shadow she could only escape by putting a few states between her and the entire community she’d once belonged to.
The movie started, but Hanna had a hard time concentrating on it with Mr. Foster by her side. He ran off to make popcorn shortly after the opening. When their hands touched in the popcorn bowl, the frustrating pleasure surging between her thighs flamed and tightened. Every touch and every glance affected her in ways she was beginning to enjoy more and more, despite her confusion.
She squirmed as the achiness built, and her panties grew moist. She suspected there was a connection between the two—the aching and the wet state of her panties.
This wasn’t the first time she’d soaked a pair of panties in Mr. Foster’s presence.
“Still cold?” he asked.
Oh, dear. He’d mistaken her squirming for shivering.
Hanna nodded, though she was far from cold. But he couldn’t learn of the sensations driving through her, or the moisture pooling in her panties. She wasn’t ready to be so bold yet.
He placed the popcorn bowl on a table and stared at her for a long moment. “Come here, little girl.”
