Claiming Hannah – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
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“Where are you having the ceremony?”

Charlotte’s smile lit her entire face. “That’s the best part. Anthony has offered to let us do it at The Enclave.”

Anthony was one of the founders of The Enclave, a group of BDSM enthusiasts dedicated to the art and passion of BDSM as a 24/7 lifestyle. Hannah had met him on several occasions during her visits to the club. He had exuded dominant charm, embodying her concept of a true Master.

Ever since Charlotte had first told her about The Enclave, Hannah had been dying to see the place. It was like something out of her own novels, with the huge added attraction that it was actually real. Charlotte and Jim had been invited to a few Enclave dungeon parties since she’d signed on as his club manager. Each time Charlotte had returned, she’d shared some of the details of the intense BDSM training and erotic play she’d both witnessed and participated in while there.

“You must be thrilled, Charlotte. I’m so excited for you.”

“I am. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since he made the offer. Master Brandon and Mistress Marjorie are going to participate in the ceremony with us—kind of like the groomsman and bridesmaid, but way more fun.”

“Remind me who they are again?” Hannah interjected.

“Brandon and Marjorie are two of the founding members of The Enclave. They’re both dominant, but Marjorie is submissive to Brandon. They own a sweet little slave girl named Katie.”

Hannah bit back a sigh. What she wouldn’t give to be granted admission to that BDSM Shangri La. What an incredible opportunity to observe a genuine BDSM community firsthand. What she learned would surely enable her to add more authenticity to her Angelique Rose novels.

But her longing was about far more than an opportunity to take field notes. She couldn’t help but fantasize about being a part of it all. Imagine finding the courage to submit so completely to another? Just the thought sent shivery chills of both terror and desire down her spine.

Charlotte’s laugh pulled Hannah from her reverie. “What?” she said, looking up.

“Your face,” Charlotte replied, still chuckling. “Is that the light, or are you actually green with envy?”

“Huh? No,” Hannah protested, not wanting to tarnish Charlotte’s news because of her own unrequited longing.

“Don’t lie, girlfriend,” Charlotte retorted. “You’ve been dying to go there since I first told you about it.” She leaned forward, her expression animated. “Here’s the good news. We’re allowed to bring a guest. Master Jim is fine with me inviting you.”

“Me?” Hannah squeaked, both shocked and delighted. “Seriously? That would be awesome. Beyond awesome.” She frowned as a new thought occurred to her. “Anthony’s okay with you bringing someone who isn’t actually part of the scene?”

“He was delighted when I suggested it.”

Hannah was confused. “Huh? Does he even know who I am?”

“Sure he does. He remembers you from the club, but more than that, his slave girl, Lucia, is a huge Angelique Rose fan.”

With a startled laugh, Hannah cried, “No way. Why would she want to read about what she gets to live in real life?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve read your stuff and it’s hotter than a properly spanked behind. Clearly, Lucia thinks so too. So you’ve got an invitation, if you want to attend, that is.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Hannah exclaimed a little too loudly, as two white-haired ladies sitting nearby glared at her.

“Great. Then it’s settled. You’re coming as our guest. I’m warning you in advance not to freak out by anything you might see there. The Garden is pretty tame compared to The Enclave. It’s a private residence and, unlike the club, anything goes. And I mean anything.”

As Hannah’s creative mind instantly clicked into overdrive, Charlotte continued, “The slaves there are kept naked, save for their slave collars, and are constantly marked. Canings, extreme bondage, real punishments involving cages and humiliation, blood play, complete sexual servitude—you name it, it happens at The Enclave. Obviously, everything that occurs there is fully consensual and all the Doms there are highly skilled. But I don’t want you to think it’s just a private version of The Garden. This place is the real thing.”

“Okay, got it,” Hannah said with a decisive nod, reining in the squealy girl dancing a jig in her head. “I promise not to freak out.”

“There’s going to be a dungeon party after the ceremony,” Charlotte continued. “No pressure, but if you do decide to scene, The Enclave is definitely where you want to be. Every Dom in that place is top-notch.”

“Gosh, I don’t know,” Hannah blurted, the thought of actually participating in a scene rather than merely observing was more than a little alarming. And thrilling. And crazy. She laughed nervously. “I’m not sure The Enclave is the place to make my debut. What if I make a total fool of myself? I mean, let’s face it. I have zero actual experience. Why in the world would any of them want to scene with a total newbie like me?”



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