Page 48 of Hannah's Dom

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I need the room number my Hannah is in. She’s about five foot four, with long blonde hair.”

The man looked at him over the top of his glasses. “How do I know you’re not some serial killer.”

Jake wanted to grab the man and shake him, but that would get him nowhere. “Do you know who Sheriff Daniel Bishop is?”

“Yes, sir, I do.”

Jake pulled his phone out and called Daniel’s personal number.

Daniel answered with a growl. “This better be good, Jake.”

“It is. I’ll explain everything later. I’m at Motel Eight in Johnson. My Hannah is here, and I need to get to her. There was a misunderstanding, and I know she’s hurting. The manager needs your assurance that I’m not a serial killer.”

Daniel laughed. “Give him the phone.”

Jake listened to the two talk a bit, and then the older man hung up and reached for a key.

“She’s in seventeen. You might think of changing clothes if you plan on doing this again. You looked like a villain in the leather pants and black shirt.”

Jake smiled. “I’ll remember that. Thank you.” Jake stood in front of Hannah’s and stuck the key in. He turned the handle, and the door creaked open.

He saw her immediately. She was burrowed under the blanket asleep. He turned, quietly shut the door, and locked it before he started undressing. Instead of waking her up and trying to talk to him, he had decided on this tactic. He’d have her so hot within a minute that she would be powerless to fight him. Or so he hoped. He just needed her to listen for a minute.

He turned on the light on the nightstand and crawled into bed. He carefully attached the collar he had made around her neck and locked it before he maneuvered her onto her back and spread her legs. He slid his body down, separated her pussy lips, and latched onto her clit. Within a minute, he felt her cream start to flow out of her cunt.

She started moving. He would have been concerned that it took her so long, but she’d always been this way. He’d woken her up several times while he pumped in and out of her cunt. She only awoke quickly when he was playing with her ass.

He slid up her, lined his cock up to her cunt, and gently started to push into her.

Her hands came up and gripped his shoulders. “Jake?”

“It better be me, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with confusion. What tore at him was the evidence of her crying from her swollen eyes and blotchy skin.

“Jake?” she asked louder.

“Yes, Sweetheart, it’s me. I’ve come for my sub because I can’t imagine my life without her. I should be furious that you ran from me, but Cat told me what happened. I’m so sorry you were hurt. Those bitches won’t be able to come into the club anymore.”

“Jake. What are you doing here?”

He continued thrusting into her leisurely, and he could feel her body heat and her hips moving. She’s never been able to hold back her reactions to him, and it always made him feel like a giant because she responded to him instantly.

“I already told you. I’ve come for my sub. And do you know why?” he asked. He saw her eyes well up with tears and wanted to fix the situation quickly because each drop tore at his soul. The other half of him was hurting, so he hurt.

She shook her head and sniffled. “No.”

“Because I can’t live without you. I love you so much that a piece of me will die if I lose you.”

“You love me?” she asked.

“More than I ever thought I could love someone. Sweetheart, please believe me when I tell you I have not touched or even looked at another woman since I found you.”

“But I saw the woman hanging on you…”

“I know. I was talking to Rick, and my mind was on you. I was so distracted I didn’t even feel her. The crowd was so thick people were running into me all night. You had to have missed me pushing her away. I also told her if she touched me again, she’d be banned from the club.”

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