The Enlightenment of Hanna Ch. 07

Hanna was quiet on the drive back. She could sense Meghan wanting to ask about her encounter, but to the girl's credit, she made no inquiries.

Once they'd pulled into Hanna's driveway, Meghan cut off the engine and sat looking at the pretty blonde.

"Well, I suppose that could have gone better," Hanna said with a bitter laugh. She then recounted the entire conversation for Meghan before saying, "Let's go sit on the back patio. I don't know about you, but I could use a cigarette."

Meghan agreed but added that she would sneak next door through the back fence and retrieve a bottle of wine and a couple of wine glasses. Hanna made her promise not to tell Haley about what had transpired between her and Curtis. She felt responsible for having failed Haley. Even in trying to be diplomatic in her responses, Hanna knew she had been far too confrontational.

She was still sitting there smoking when Meghan returned a few minutes later with the wine and glasses.

"I told Haley I'd bring you over in a bit. She was anxious to talk to you, and I think Gracie would enjoy seeing you too." Meghan said.

Hanna nodded her head as she took a sip of wine. Its taste was a bit tart for her liking. She preferred the mixed drinks Scottie had purchased for her on their night out in Swamp Town. Haley and Meghan were great company, but Hanna missed her redheaded best friend.

As if reading her mind, Meghan said, "Haley also said she heard from Scottie that their trip might have to extend by several days. Something she and Damian had to see to over in the far east. So I guess you're stuck with me as your companion until then."

Hanna held up her glass as if toasting, and said, "I miss Scottie, but just being honest, having Damian away gives me time to think. Whenever I know he's only the other side of that fence; his presence clouds my mind. It makes it nearly impossible for me to focus on anything else, and I end up walking around here in an indescribable state of arousal."

Meghan smiled and said, "He has that exact effect on all of us if we go too long without being with him. Those days after having sex with him, that issue seems to decrease. It's as if he's nourished us, and we're no longer hungry."

Then, as if remembering what she'd promised from earlier in the day, Meghan added, "Sorry about that. You brought him up, and I was just expounding on what you said."

Hanna waved off her concerns but said nothing.

Both women were quiet for a few moments before Meghan asked, "What you said to Curtis about serving him with divorce papers, did you mean that?"

Hanna seemed to think a moment before saying, "Yeah, actually, I think I did. I know now that I never loved Curtis the way a wife is supposed to love a husband. He was practically forced on me by my parents, particularly my mother. I think she wanted me trapped in the same type of passionless marriage she's endured."

"Your parents...they don't?" Meghan asked, actually showing restraint for once.

Hanna shook her head. "My dad, well, Damian says my dad is gay and has been his entire life. He's been in love and carrying on an affair with the same man for years. What's more, the guy he's in love with is black."

Lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke into the sky, Meghan said, "Like father like daughter, huh?"

Hanna cocked an eyebrow at her would-be personal assistant. "I never said I was in love with Damian."

"You never said you weren't either," Meghan said, her voice going up an octave as she teased back at the sexy blonde.

Hanna couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not sure I know what love is. What I feel for Damian far outstretches anything I ever felt for Curtis. But are passion and lust enough to equal love?"

Meghan shrugged as she brought her cigarette to her lips. "They can be enough to start with; it's not like Damian anticipates you to marry him."

That caught Hanna by surprise. Seeing the glaring disoriented look on Hanna's face, Meghan asked, "What, you thought the two of you would be getting married?"

"Well...I guess..." Hanna sputtered before frustration got the better of her. "I don't know. He's wanting me to give him a son and called me his queen. I just figured..."

Meghan giggled and said, "I guess I can see your confusion. That is the way we were always brainwashed to understand things were supposed to work. If you think about it, though, the concept of marriage was supposedly ordained by God, so it would make sense that it would be something Damian would avoid."

Hanna started to laugh, a sudden thought filling her head that was so deliciously comical she couldn't help herself. Meghan looked at her friend as if she'd sprung a leak in her sanity.

"What?" Meghan asked with a bemused grin on her face.

Hanna shook her head as her laughing, at last, died down. "It just occurred to me that the Devil wants me to live with him in sin," the gorgeous blonde said with a giggle. "I mean, how perfect of an idea is that?"

"Your Mom and Dad would be so proud," Meghan grinned in appreciation of Hanna's quip.

Hanna laughed, "I don't know, apparently my dad might be able to appreciate me living in sin with a big, black cock."

Meghan shook her head as she rolled her eyes. "You're getting a bit goofy, girl. Damian and Scottie might want to hurry back home before you lose it altogether."

Hanna shrugged her shoulders. "I think it's because I'm so deliriously horny. I keep thinking about my last encounter with Damian and what it was like to have him inside me. Even if it was just a dream, It leaves me feeling like a rock drummer is beating out a solo on my clit."

Meghan seemed to consider Hanna's plight before saying, "I might be able to help you with that. Maybe I can't relieve your stress the way I'd like to do, but I can think of a way that's well within Damian's rules."

Hanna rolled her hand at Meghan, encouraging her to expand on her claim. Her friend just smiled and said, "Be patient, girl. Let's make our way through the fence and visit with Haley and Grace. While we're there, I can introduce you to an old companion. I might even be willing to let him come home with you and relieve you of your sexual frustrations."

The mixture of speculation and panic on Hanna's face at Meghan's suggestion drew a smile out of her friend. "Relax, Hanna, I'm not going to ask you to do anything that violates your marriage vows or my orders from Damian. What I'm suggesting will be well within both sets of guidelines."

The two friends made their way to the magnolia tree at the back left corner of the property. Stepping behind it, Meghan showed Hanna how to unlock the hidden gate. Hanna couldn't help but think how devious Damian had been in adding the concealed portal to his property. She doubted that she or Curtis would have ever known it was there had she not witnessed Damian first use it the night he came to her.

Hanna took in the backyard area and saw it was even more expansive than she'd been able to see from the perspective of her bedroom window. It stretched much further beyond what was hidden behind the thick foliage of the Magnolia trees. At the far end of the yard, behind what would be the right magnolia tree at the bottom of Hanna's yard, was a playground. Sitting beneath a shaded lounger as she watched Grace play in a covered sandbox was Halley. The beautiful teen held a book in her hand and hadn't noticed their approach around the far end of the large pool.

Gracie noticed, though, and it was the girl's squeals that brought Meghan and Hanna's presence to Haley's attention. The teen stood and took the tiny hands of the cuddly-looking little girl. Gracie was essentially bouncing in excitement as the pair approached. When less than ten feet separated them, the small mixed-race angel broke free of Haley's grasp and bounded her way into Hanna's embrace.

"Hey, Gracie. I'm so glad to see you. Have you been having fun with Ms. Haley?" Hanna asked as she cuddled the little beauty in close.

Grace's smile widened as she took in my face. Her little hand came up and caressed my cheek as she studied me intently. Finally, she excitedly said, "Are you going to give me a little brother? My daddy said you would."

Hanna quickly looked at Meghan and Haley. Both women looked as astonished by the question as she was. The blonde searched their eyes for help but found both as much at a loss for words as she was.

Realizing that she had to give the little girl an answer, Hanna said, "Well, honey, your daddy asked me if I wanted to give him a little boy. He and I will talk about it some more once he comes home. I'm sure."

Grace's delicate features took on a seriousness that was adorable on such a young child. "My daddy loves you. Don't you love him?" Grace asked earnestly.

Hanna felt panicked and, at that moment, wanted to be anywhere but where she was. Grace's assertion that her daddy loved Hanna had come out of the blue. Was an angel, particularly Lucifer, capable of love?

Noticing how intently Haley and Meghan seemed to await her answer, Hanna deftly sidestepped the entire thing.

"What makes you think your daddy loves me, Gracie?" Hanna asked, not expecting any enlightenment on the subject.

"He told me silly. He said he loved you and you were his, and he was yours, always," Grace said as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. And then as if sharing a great secret, she whispered, "He said you were going to be his queen and my brother would be a prince. Would that make me a princess?"

Hanna couldn't help but smile broadly at the pleasant little girl. Taking on a conspiratorial tone, Hanna said, "I guess it would. That would make you Princess Grace. There was another princess by that name that used to be a famous movie actress. You'll have to ask your dad if he ever knew her."

That seemed to delight Grace, who immediately wanted to share the news with her nanny. Haley acted amazed by the information as she took the mocha-colored little dynamo from Hanna's arms. Hanna heard a light laugh from Meghan and turned to look at her would-be personal assistant.

"And what are you laughing at?" Hanna asked with a suspicious tone to her voice.

Meghan shook her head. "Nothing, I was just admiring the way you managed to avoid her question. You're just lucky she's only three and too young to notice the way you sidetracked her."

Hanna stuck her tongue out at her friend but said nothing. She was afraid the pretty brunette might push her for an answer to Grace's question. Hanna was still trying to take in that Damian had professed his love for her to his daughter. More than the information itself was the thrill it brought her in hearing it. What did that say about her feelings for him?

The two women offered to give Hanna a tour of Damian's expansive home. Hanna excitedly followed them in through the french doors that led out onto the impressive outdoor kitchen. They opened up into an immense and open living space that featured a sunken den. Substantial stone fireplaces bookended each end of the room. A two-tiered balcony surrounded the room on three sides, with the ceiling vaulted high above the lower level. Three sizeable glass panes lined each side, allowing the sun to radiate down onto the impressive floor space.

The kitchen was just off the main dining area next to the living area. Hanna thought there were likely restaurants with smaller square footage and counter space in their food preparation areas. Meghan pointed out the high-quality stainless steel appliances saying that most were of the quality that would be found in higher-end eating establishments. There was even a walk-in freezer located at one end of the room.

The girls led Hanna on to a large game room where Hanna spotted Bruce swinging away on a golfing simulator. There were a couple of other men present that Hanna hadn't seen before. Noticing Hanna's stares, Meghan said, "That's Sid, Damian's chef, and Darryl, the groundskeeper. The guys spend a good deal of time in here when they don't have duties to perform." Then leaning in and whispering to Hanna, she added, "It's not like any of them can be out trying to get laid, if you know what I mean."

Hanna wasn't entirely sure of what she meant, but she had a suspicion. She knew why Bruce wasn't getting laid. The cage he wore would prevent any such action. Hanna suspected the other two men were likely among the growing list of cuckolds employed by Damian, which added to the number of women in his immediate harem.

Seeing the look on Hanna's face, Meghan added in a low voice, "Sid's wife Sara is Damian's accountant. She flys in on the weekends from his main home in LA, which from what I understand, makes this place look like a hovel. Darryl's wife, Constance, is Damian's public relations expert. She travels with him and Scottie when they're doing business. You'll meet them and become acquainted soon, I'm sure."

Hanna could have resented the tone of Meghan's comments. It was plain that her friend believed it a foregone conclusion that Hanna would take Damian up on his offer. The problem for Hanna was she couldn't legitimately dispute that belief. It would be hard to argue with Meghan when she couldn't win the argument with herself.

The next two levels of the house were smaller but every bit as extravagant in style and detail. The second level contained four suites, each with luxurious bathrooms and substantial walk-in closet space with custom cabinetry. Each of the suites also had sitting rooms with expensive entertainment and wireless systems.

The third floor was more of the same with the exception that it only contained three suites. Two were comparable to the suites on the second floor. The third sat behind large twin wooden doors at the far end of the hallway. When Hanna asked about it, neither Haley nor Meghan could give her any details. All they could say about it was that it was Damian's room.

"I've never been in there, and Scottie says she hasn't either," Meghan told her. "The maids might be able to tell you what it's like in there. Somebody has to clean the place, I'm sure."

"No need," Hanna said with a smile. "The walls are white, as are the whitewashed wooden floors, the furniture, and the bedding on the massive bed itself. The only thing of color present in the room when I was there was Damian."

Hanna could feel her two friends studying her as she recalled her dream experience inside that space. She could still remember the most minute of details about that night. Every nerve ending in her body had been alive that night. She could again feel the smoothness of the satin sheets as Damian had driven her body into the mattress with his formidable thrusts. She could smell the aroma of their sex as it permeated the room around them. The sounds of their repeated coupling. Her moans and cries, and Damian's grunts and words of encouragement. The repetitive percussion of his skin, striking hers as he pounded her with his massive cock, her soaked pussy squelching around his girth.

"Wow," Meghan said, "the look on your face just then was something. That must have been one scorching encounter."

Haley laughed as she patted Grace's back. The little girl had dozed off during the tour. Speaking in a low voice, Haley said, "Trust me, Meghan. I was watching over her that night, and it was a sight to behold."

"Imagine how good it's going to be when it finally happens for real," Meghan pointed out. Again, Hanna didn't argue with her. What was the point of it? Let them speculate while she came to terms with her decision, whatever it might be.

"I think you had a friend you were going to introduce me to," Hanna said, changing the subject. Something she seemed to be getting a lot of practice doing tonight.

"That I did," Meghan said, "and if you'll follow me back down to the second floor, I'll introduce you to your date for tonight."

Hanna noticed Haley looked bewildered at the conversation going on between her two friends. Shrugging her shoulders, she said, "I'm going to go lay Gracie down. You two behave yourself, and Hanna, please come and talk to me before you go."

Hanna followed Meghan down to her suite and watched the pretty brunette make her way into a large walk-in closet. She came out holding a black velour bag with a drawstring. Without fanfare, Meghan handed the bag over to Hanna.

"Enjoy," she said with a smile.

Hanna couldn't help but furrow her brow as she cautiously loosened the drawstring and peaked inside the bag.

"Oh, my," Hanna uttered, pulling out a fat nine-inch black dildo.

Meghan grinned at her and said, "It isn't Damian's, but it will do in a pinch. There's even a bottle of lube in the bag. It will come in handy unless you're really wet."

Rolling her eyes, Hanna said, "I've been wet since the day I returned from my honeymoon and saw Damian. So I don't see that being much of an issue."

Hanna ended up staying for supper at Haley and Meghan's insistence and to little Gracie's delight. Sid prepared the girls his artisan pizza. Knowing her friends were watching her, Hanna managed to get most of a slice down. It tasted amazing, but she did well to hold down that piece, her stomach rumbling in revolt.

Relaying the tale of her encounter with Curtis wasn't easy for Hanna. Haley was deflated by the news but hugged her friend and thanked her for trying. Strangely, she never made mention of Hanna leaving her position as a result, nor did she comment on the young bride threatening her husband with divorce. It was almost as if she considered both outcomes inevitable.

Meghan walked Hanna home that night with the two women sitting outside where they smoked and finished off the bottle of wine they'd opened earlier. Meghan's final words before heading back to the other side of the fence were a tease that Hanna should enjoy her night with Damian Jr.

Hanna had done just that. After soaking in a scented bath, she rinsed off in a lukewarm shower, gently easing the hot water back until a rain of cold, clean water cascaded down over her naked body. Hanna toweled off and completed all her regular nighttime ablutions, and then made her way into the bedroom. Instead of one of the modest cotton gowns, she'd worn since she was a teen, Hanna slipped between the covers naked.

She was feeling naughty and more than a bit embarrassed despite being alone. Hanna removed the sex toy out of the bag along with the bottle of lube. She studied it carefully, taking note of the veins that adorned its exterior. Wrapping her hands around the shaft, Hanna couldn't help but notice how it was of similar girth to Damian's flaccid cock. She couldn't help but sigh as she settled her head back against the pillow and remembered how her handsome black lover's cock had felt in her hands, mouth and between her legs.

A fresh stream of feminine juices seeping from between her lips, Hanna grasped the base of the cock and slid the head up between her cleft. Remembering something Damian had done to her during their dream, Hanna slapped the head against her clit, sending delightful shivers of pleasure through her body. She imagined it was Damian cock slipping between her legs as his powerful body hovered over the top of hers. Spreading her legs wider, Hanna placed the head slickened with her juices at the opening of her pussy, while fantasizing it was Damian's majestic protuberance. She groaned loudly as the bulbous head slipped through her vestibule and between the inner-chambers of her vaginal walls.

"Ohhh," Hanna cried out, the sound reverberating off the walls of the room. The shaft slid further inside at her insistence, stretching the silky folds of her interior delectably. Waves of pleasure flowed through her center as she began to move the faux-cock in short pistoning strokes, slowly working it deeper inside her.

In Hanna's head, she imagined Damian's powerful hips thrusting into her repeatedly. "Fuck me, baby," Hanna groaned, allowing herself to slip further into the fantasy. Her right hand pinched at a puffy nipple, tweaking at it iteratively and adding to the overwhelming sensations as her climax built.