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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Mason’s personal jury was still out on Lia’s potential as a slave. She’d been in some kind of trouble pretty much from the moment she’d arrived. Consensus was that she was a hardcore masochist but sadly lacking in the submissive traits necessary to become a full-fledged BDSM slave.

Just as he pushed through the kitchen doors to head up to his suite, Anthony came in from the veranda, Hannah just behind him. “Hey there, Mason. You remember Hannah.”

Mason grinned at what he assumed was a rhetorical question. He’d flogged and frigged the girl only two nights ago. “Sure,” he said affably, smiling at her. “Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” she said, her smile a little tenuous.

“Hannah has just agreed to the terms of a modified slave contract,” Anthony said. “I’ve created a trainee profile for her on the website so we’re all on the same page with her training. Hannah has also been advised she’ll be working with you as a part of her household duties. Did you want to show her around the kitchen before I fetch Lucia to get her situated?”

Mason shook his head. “Sorry, can’t right now. I’m just going up to prepare for an edge play training session with Lia before lunch.” He looked at Hannah, letting his gaze move slowly over her body. His cock nudged with approval at the sight of her full, round breasts, clearly unfettered beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He flashed back to Friday night, her arms bound overhead, her lovely ass reddened by the flogger, the wet slickness of her cunt cupped in his hand…

“Why don’t you come on up with me?” he suggested. “Maybe you’ll learn something.”

Anthony turned to Hannah with a questioning look. “What do you say? You might as well dive right in. Mason is our edge play expert. You’d certainly be in good hands.”

“Oh, gosh,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I’m not sure…”

Mason shrugged, pretending an indifference he didn’t feel. “No pressure. I totally get it if it’s just too much for you, newbie.”

As he’d hoped, she took the bait. Drawing herself upright, she said, “I would like to attend the session. Just to observe,” she added hastily.

“We can play that by ear,” Mason replied with a smirk. He looked at Anthony. “Shall I take it from here?”

Anthony gave Hannah a pat on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

Mason led Hannah to the second floor, his mind buzzing with possibilities for the upcoming session. He was looking forward to putting Lia through her paces. The newbie’s presence would add a nice bit of spice to the mix.

“My suite’s down at the end,” he said, leading her along the hallway.

As they stepped into the space, he watched Hannah take it in. The room was L-shaped, his king-size bed and a bureau along the shorter wall, his play area/dungeon occupying the rest of the space.

“Oh,” she breathed, turning in a slow circle as she took it all in. His private dungeon contained a St. Andrew’s cross, a portable bondage rack and a bondage table, as well as a freestanding wardrobe and a large worktable set against the back wall. “This is really something.”

Mason nodded. “I like to do my edge play up here because there are no distractions. Plus, I’ve got all the necessary gear and supplies and the bathroom nearby for easy cleanup.” He nodded toward his en suite bathroom, which also contained a sunken tub large enough to easily accommodate two. How would Miss Newbie handle water play? Not that he planned to find out.

“I need to get set up for Lia’s session,” he said, moving toward the wardrobe. “I’ll check your profile in a sec. Meanwhile, why don’t you tell me about the terms in your own words? What’s different from our usual slave training contract?”

“Oh. Um. I get to keep my clothes on,” Hannah said in a rush.

He turned to look at her, openly eyeing her erect nipples, which tented the thin fabric of her dress in an alluring way. “But no underthings, I’m guessing?”

“Uh, yes.” She wrapped her arms around her torso, a flush rising on her cheeks.

“Arms at your sides,” he snapped automatically.

After a brief hesitation, she obeyed.

Turning from her, he opened the wardrobe and removed his wooden knife box and his needle kit and placed them on the worktable. “Go on.”

“I don’t have to, uh, sexually service anyone.” Her blush deepened. “And I don’t have to be chained to my bed.”

Mason snorted. “Enough with what you don’t have to do.” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and opened The Enclave website. Finding Hannah’s new profile, he clicked on it and scanned the contents.

“Obey without hesitation,” he read aloud. “Standard slave protocol including proper titles, permission to use the furniture… Positions training… Exposure to different styles and training techniques… A variety of impact play… Nudity when appropriate during training sessions… Shadow actual slave trainees… Punishment for disobedience…”



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