Page 18 of Hannah's Dom

Hannah swallowed. “Is that good?”

He smiled. “Yes. It’s very good.” He pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “Let’s get dressed. I want to show you around, but we still haven’t talked.”

He set her away from him and smoothed the shirt down over her. If he saw her naked, he might not be able to stop, and although she’d give him anything, he didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for.

He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. He released her. “Wait right there.”

Jake walked into the closet and pulled out one of the dresses Cat brought the night before. She stood, uncertain, where he’d left her.

He laid the dress on the mattress and lifted the shirt she wore. She grabbed onto it and stared up at him.

“Let go.”

“I…”

“I know this is hard for you, but you will get used to it. Now raise your arms.”

She reluctantly lifted her arms and stayed still after he pulled it off of her. He let his eyes scan over her sweet body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Oh, okay. I mean, thank you.”

He grinned, picked up the dress, and pulled it over her head and down her body until it concealed everything from his sight. He led her into the bathroom and had her face the mirror. He pulled out the brush he had used the night before and smoothed her hair until it lay straight and soft down her back.

“I’ll get dressed, and then we’ll go.”

“Okay.” She walked to the bed and made it up while he dressed.

Jake held out his hand. “Come with me.”

She took it and smiled up at him. He watched her eyes scan the hallway as he led her to the elevator.

“What is this place?”

“This is my club that I own with a few friends.”

“Club? Like a bar?” she asked as the elevator doors closed.

“Not really. It’s a kink club.”

He watched her think about it, and then her eyes widened.

“Like where they whip people?”

He chuckled. “Not really. A few are into that, but it’s mostly a place people come and feel safe to express themselves any way they want as long as they aren’t hurting anyone who doesn’t want to be hurt.”

“Do you like hurting someone?”

He could tell by the shaky tone that she was starting to get scared.

“Sweetheart. There’s nothing you need to fear. I don’t like hurting people, and I’ve never been into whips.”

“So, what do you like?” she asked.

That was a good question, but he did not intend to tell the truth because it would make her run from him. He guessed she would find it offensive to know he liked to fuck different girls. It would change now since he found her, but a woman doesn’t like to hear things like that. “I like being with people. I like protecting the subs that come here and teach the men how to be good Doms.”

They stepped off the elevator and walked down a hallway and through a door. He stopped and let her look around the club. She could only see the long bar and lounge and several seating arrangements. The equipment the people liked to use was around the corner. The rooms people could take for an hour or two were in the basement. There was also the heavy-duty equipment some of their customers liked to use. He would wait to show that to her until she got used to the main floor.

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