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"Three! Two! One! Happy New Year" the cheers, and clanking of forks against glasses as well as the fireworks that shot up in the sky made thirty-nine-year-old Hannah Morales believe that the coming year held the best wishes for her.
As she joined in, screaming 'happy new year' and hugging those closest to her, she knew in her heart of hearts that this year will be a good one. She looked up to the sky, dreamingly staring at the combustible device producing a striking display of light and loud noises that created a sparkle in her eyes."Happy new year Hannah" she whispered to herself and brought her glass of champagne to her lips. She smiled to herself, looking one last time at the display before following the small group that began walking back into the mansion. As she watched several couples smiling, some kissing as they walked back in, Hannah Morales felt her chest tight. It was such a pity that she could not experience something like this. "No, no, no. We're not doing that today. It's fucking new year Hannah. Who gives a fuck about welcoming the new year with someone? You have been doing fine all alone. You worked hard for what you wanted. You should be content with that" Hannah's friend, Rachel Fisher took her by surprise as she wondered about the beautiful illuminated common room that was part of her house.Hannah rolled her eyes"I know, but I can't help but wonder sometimes" Hannah defended. "About?" "My life and certain decisions I took" Hannah zoomed off."No, no. We're not taking an impromptu trip down memory lane. This is not the time nor the place for it" Rachel Fisher quickly spoke up before her friend could journey into her past. Given Hannah's past that she knew too well, the forty-one-year-old woman made a vow to herself to always support Hannah's choices. Which is why when Hannah told her of her plans of selling her father's business, Rachel supported her and helped her find a buyer. When Hannah told her about her need to gain back control in her, Rachel supported her, and when finally, Hannah confessed to Rachel her silly idea about wanting to open a BDSM club, Rachel stood by her. Without thinking, she gave up her job at the hospital and followed her friend to Baltimore. After all, she'd wanted to leave the small neighbourhood too. "Look, I know we've talked about it and I understand where you're coming from, but I don't think it's a good idea" she put a comforting hand on her friend's shoulders. Rachel was about to speak when her gaze landed on a young man with dark hair. "Why don't talk about this tomorrow at the club yeah? I just spotted my next boy toy for the week. In the meantime, have some fun" before Hannah could reply, Rachel walked off, leaving the older woman wondering what to do in her house.She had no idea where she was headed to. She just needed to get away from the crowd of people. She was going to take Rachel's advice. Have fun at her party and mingle with others.But for now, she needed to collect her thoughts. She walked up the large stairs leading to the hallway which had so many doors on either side. The following months when Hannah Morales moved to Baltimore were challenging. Whilst struggling to process her sudden need to dominate, she found herself trying to start up a business she had no knowledge of, whilst trying to heal from the psychical and mental pain of her past. But she had Rachel next to her. She never complained. She listened, understood and supported Hannah. On nights when Hannah would wake up at night screaming and sweating because she dreamt of him, Rachel was there. On days when Hannah would fall into depression for days, Rachel was there. There are times when Hannah Morales hated coming home. Whilst she loved spending time at her club, because she felt in charge, she couldn't stay there forever. Sometimes, she'd crash at Rachel’s house. On days when Rachel was busy or out on a trip for work, Hannah would lodge at a hotel. She knew, that after this party, her life would go back to its everyday monotony. No one could ever imagine that Hannah Morales stayed at hotels to escape the hell that was her house. Deciding to go back downstairs and make the most of tonight, Hannah walked back downstairs with more enthusiasm than she did a while back. A few persons smiled at Hannah as she walked into the crowd, and others congratulated her for throwing a bomb-ass party. She smiled back at them in gratitude, scanning the room for anyone she could have a conversation with. She spotted a mutual friend and began to walk in that direction. Hannah Morales didn't see the silhouette standing before her and bumped into them, causing the contents of their glass to spill on the other person they were talking to.At once, Hannah began apologising but her breath hitched as the silhouette before her turned with a frown on their face.Everything around Hannah faded as she look mesmerised as she took in the woman before her. The room had suddenly turned the world aflame with silver when Hannah saw her. Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better.She began to speak and all Hannah could notice was her beguiling, oyster-white teeth that lit up the room. It jolted her like an electric current as Hannah had her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails clinged firmly to the glass of Champagne on her left hand, whilst her other hand swam through her glorious tumble of star beam-gold hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. Hannah instantly fell in love with her nebulous, sapphire eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie de vivre’ as it set her heart a-thump.When unconsciously took a step closer, she noticed the young girl's scrolled ears and her elegant nose. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Hannah Morales refused to believe that the young woman standing before her was real. To her, she looked like she was sculpted from another race. It wasn't until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she came back to herself. She yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if to invite her over. Hannah's gaze dropped again to her lips which were now moving but she could barely hear a thing. She blinked and when the hand that was on her shoulder gently shook her, sending shivers down her spine. "Are you okay?" the young girl's voice resonated in Hannah's ear and she found herself swooning and her legs turning to jelly O as if she was seconds away from combusting at the sound of someone's voice.------
Hannah Morales couldn't get her eyes off the young blonde. That brief encounter with her felt like a second in paradise and the older woman found herself wanting to relive that.Standing amid her group of friends, the older woman could barely pay attention to what they were saying as her gaze occasionally drifted to the younger woman. Her blonde hair, her sapphire blue eyes, the way her hands gesticulated as she spoke, everything about her was mesmerising to Hannah. Hannah's body response was too intense to be good for her. She tore her gaze from the younger woman, determined to stop thinking about the incredibly hot, tall androgynous woman. She couldn't care less how the black pants make her ass look. Or how the crisp, white button-up shirt was unbuttoned dangerously low, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Or how she envied the rings that were fortunate enough to be wrapped around her fingers. And she certainly wasn't thinking about rummaging her hands in that short, wavy b
“As expected, the party was exceptional” Rachel Fisher exclaimed as she rounded the huge mahogany desk that was in Hannah's office.“But unfortunately I didn’t stay long enough. If you catch my drift” she winked, making Hannah Morales cringe. Although Rachel stood three inches shorter than Hannah, she was more outgoing and spontaneous. She acted on impulse with whatever thought crossed her mind. So much so that Hannah had prepared herself to bail her friend out of jail whenever she received a call from an unknown number. Thankfully, that never happened.One would think that after years and given the nature of her job, Rachel Fisher will retire after living life to the fullest. But the years of pleasure made her thirsty for more. Her motto now was life begins at forty. “Yeah Rachel, I catch your drift” Hannah cringe internally, picturing her friend pressed up against the wall with God knows who slamming into her. Hannah Morales felt a little envious of her friend. How carefree she w
Hannah Morale's reply caught her by surprise. She took a moment to regain her senses, and when she did, she realised the gravity of the situation, and it didn't help that Serenity wore a smug expression on her face. But it didn't last, and her expression was back to stoic. Hannah Morales loved dominating, she loved being a mistress, and that was the reason why she spent more time in the club than she did at her apartment. It gave her a sense of purpose. It made her feel in control of her life after everything she'd been through in the past, and to spew out nonsense simply because she was in the presence of a woman - a literal goddess, was utterly insensible.Hannah's clients of the past were nothing compared to Serenity. While she had fun with them, she never felt any attraction for them. Before, during and after their session. She was yet to have a session with Serenity and the blonde was already making her nuts. Serenity Gils on her part knew Hannah was older than her, but she wasn
A coward. That was the word that could beat describe forty-year-old Hannah Morales. A scaredy pants who vehemently avoided going to her work site for fear that she may run into a certain blonde. A blonde who for the past few days, has lived rent-free in her thoughts. A blonde who served as a muse for every unholy thought she's had. Hannah Morales avoided going to the club. She's had Mavery- her assistant fill her in on everything that happened during her absence. And every time, her heart sank when she didn't hear the young girl talk about Serenity. Of course, she hadn't expected Mavery to mention her name, no. She wouldn't possibly know everyone who visited the club by name. Maybe a description. That was all she hoped to hear. But nothing came up.Like tonight. She'd just gotten off the phone with Mavery. She listened to the young girl fill her in on all the uninteresting details when in reality, she wanted to know if anyone matching the description of Serenity ask after her.Maybe
The tension in the room was palpable. Serenity Gils found it hard to believe that she had just let someone order her around. And what was even more absurd was the fact that she was majorly turned on because of that. Right then and there, she wanted to pounce on the older woman, pull out her dildo and fuck her until she could walk no more. Fuck her until the only thing that rolled out of her lips was 'more, Serenity. More'But her first time in this room, Hannah Morales made her understand that she would have to give up all control. She would have to submit. Something about Hannah's demeanour the first time they were in this room made Serenity understand that she had to give up all of that if she wanted to be with Hannah. And God only knew, how much she craved that.Hannah Morales cussed herself. She cussed herself for raising her voice at Serenity, because now she knew the younger girl was thinking of leaving. And she didn't want that. Hannah Morales was about to apologise to the yo
Hannah Morales's lips curved upwards and revealed a smile that did not reach her eyes. She nodded at Serenity. "I like peaches," she said. Now it was Serenity's turn to smile."The use of a safe word during BDSM practice is very crucial. Like I'd explained, once it's said, I have to stop all activities""I understand" The blonde's attempt at sounding brave went into the mud. If Hannah Morales was not straddling Serenity, she would have mistaken the look on her face, but her tensed body was all the older woman needed to confirm that she was still scared. "Say your safe word, Serenity and leave. You're tensed. We can reschedule" The words Hannah voiced did not match what was in her heart. Should Serenity utter that dreaded word, Hannah would be depressed. Aroused and depressed. No amount of masturbating and no dildo seize would tear her out of it."No! Please. Don't" Hannah wanted to smile. After all, she'd hoped Serenity's response will be positive. But the older woman couldn't help
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Hannah Morales wouldn't know the exact time that passed by as she lay in Serenity Gils's arms. Her body was extremely worn out from the earth-shattering and memory-altering orgasm she'd just experienced. Serenity's pale and slender skin left like a garden of clouds caressing her body, her steady breath like a soothing lullaby made the older woman nuzzle further in her arms, letting the smell of cashmere and vanilla alter her thoughts. Because Hannah Morales wasn't thinking. Hell, she wasn't. Well, certainly not as Mistress. Mistress would have never allowed a submissive fuck her. Even if she was attracted to them - and she has been attracted to most of her submissive in the past. Mistress would have never allowed a submissive to hold her like Serenity Gils was. But more importantly, Mistress would have never allowed herself to feel things for someone fifteen years younger than her. Neither would Hannah Morales. She shouldn't be lying here. Serenity Gils
A single press. One single press and Hannah Morales would be swooning at the sound of Serenity's angelic voice. That voice which has haunted her for nights. But Hannah Morales couldn't do it. She couldn't do the one thing she longed to do. She sighed and dropped her phone on the table.Since her painful separation from the blonde, Hannah Morales hasn't been the same. She fell into a pit she wasn't sure how to get out of.Nothing made sense to her. During the day, she'd pray for nighttime to come to get rid of her monotonous routine and the thoughts of a certain blonde. But at night time, in the silence of her room, when she's left with nothing but her thoughts, Hannah Morales found herself thinking of Serenity. She'd welcome the thought of the blonde. After all, it was either that or think of the past. And Hannah Morales didn't want that.But when the thought of Serenity Gils got Hannah hot and bothered, so much so that she'd touch herself without having release, she'd forced hersel