MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  Oh my god, that’s right. I’m wearing a skirt tonight and he is going to want to know whether or not I am wearing panties…the latter being the correct answer.

  “Yes Sir” I said as I parted my legs.

  “Good girl.” He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and instantly making me feel weak at the knees.

  I felt his hand begin to slightly pull up my skirt, just high enough for it to now look like a mini skirt, his hand ever so lightly brushed the skin behind my knee as his fingers traced circles up the inside of my leg, my sex now throbbing with anticipation as his hand went further and further up my leg… until just one finger found its way to my bare, smooth, arousal. He traced his finger around the perimeter, barely touching where I wanted most, before patting my clitoris and suddenly withdrawing his hand from between my legs.

  “This has made me a very pleased man Miss James, You keep impressing me more and more.” Mr. H said, “Now, bend over please and place the palms of your hands on my desk, Miss James.”

  I did as he asked immediately and without question.

  Mr. H proceeded to pull my skirt all the way up exposing my entire naked bum.

  “I want to spank you three times and I want you to count each strike, I need to be sure you can handle a light spanking, is that ok with you Hannah?”

  “Yes Sir” I said back, almost whispering, afraid that this might hurt, I’d never been spanked before, not properly, not like this. I really had no idea what to expect, I just knew, whatever this was going to feel like, I wanted it.

  Slap

  “One.” I said.

  Slap! this time a little harder.

  “T-t-wo.”

  SLAP this time, it completely took my breath away.

  Mr. H waited a moment before asking,

  “Where was the third count Miss James?”

  “Sorry, that caught me by surprise – that last one really stung.”

  “Hurt?” He asked, while rubbing my now tender cheek.

  “No, I suppose it didn’t really hurt Sir, I think I just got more of a shock than anything.”

  “Good” Mr. H said, as he pulled my skirt back down, returning me my dignity. “You may stand up straight now Miss James, you should probably sort yourself out and get back to work – but please come back and see me at the end of your shift.”

  There was only an hour left of my shift, but it dragged on and on. All I could think about for the entire hour, was what Mr. H wanted me to come back for, he was now consuming every one of my thoughts.

  My mind kept drifting back to the moment his hand was touching my pussy, he had awoken the sexuality I thought I’d lost, my arousal was ripe for the picking.

  Finally the last customers had left the building and all the tables were cleared, Katie let me know I had done another great job tonight, and that I was now free to go. I didn’t hang about or hesitate, I quickly grabbed my bag and started to head back towards Mr. H’s office when we ran in to each other in the hallway.

  “Ah Miss James, Perfect I was just coming to find you – let’s go out for another whiskey tonight, I have some things to discuss with you.”

  “Alright, sounds good – let’s go.” I said eagerly.

  “Wait a minute please Hannah, in my office I have something for you – I’ll wait here, you go in and find it.”

  Suddenly I had a whole bunch of thoughts running through my mind – what the hell was it? Why does he have something for me? Why me?

  As I opened the door to his office, I immediately saw it laying across the couch – A dark red cocktail dress, it was absolutely stunning and I could tell from here that it was worth more than my entire closet contents combined, well, before I went shopping on Mr. H’s card today that is.

  The dress had two thin straps on each side which lead down to a deep plunging neck line. It was very form fitting and came to about half way down my thighs. Sitting on the floor next to the dress was an expensive looking pair of shoes, they were gold in colour, had the sexiest, tall, thin heel and an ankle strap.

  “Wow!” I said out loud, this felt so unreal, and how did he even know they would fit me?

  I quickly started getting undressed and realised I had no underwear on, this was a very short dress for having nothing to wear under it, I also realised the delicate thin straps on the dress meant my bra had to come off too. It felt awkward having to stand in his office completely naked for a moment and once I had the dress on I didn’t actually feel much more covered up. I slipped on the shoes – which fit my feet perfectly and I walked out the door to an awaiting Mr. H,

  “Oh Miss James, you look even better than I envisioned – Now we can go.”

  “One question first.” I asked, to which he nodded, so I carried on, “How did you know these would fit me?”

  He slightly chuckled, looking rather smug and sure of himself.

  “I had the department store keep track of the sizes you purchased earlier today.”

  Oh. Fuck. Of course. Not an invasion of my privacy at all – not that I really cared, nobody had surprised me like that in, well, I don’t know if I had ever been surprised like that. This was a whole new level of chivalry.

  We walked the 5 minutes to the same bar as the night before, albeit a little more difficultly this time but it was worth it in these sensational shoes. We chatted freely and openly about our families, childhoods, and current lives. I never would’ve thought a few days ago that a man who calls himself a ‘Dominant’ could be such a gentleman, with such a normal seeming life. Loving parents, great friendships and successful businesses. This wasn’t a man harbouring a dark past, this was a man revelling in his present, taking what he wanted from life.

  Mr. H’s booth was already waiting for us when we arrived, two glasses of whiskey on the table along with a lit candle. Oh, there was no candle yesterday, this seemed a bit more romantic and personal.

  “Thank you Scott.” Mr. H said as he led me towards his booth.

  “Please have a seat Miss James, I have something I would like to run by you.” He continued, “First of all let me begin by telling you again how absolutely beautiful you look in that dress – simply breath taking.”

  Is this for real? I thought, how could this man be so unbelievably lovely? “Thank you, Mr. H, but please stop, you’re making me blush.” I said.

  “Absolutely not Hannah, I will never stop telling you how beautiful you are. Now, what I was going to ask you was, how would you feel about coming out on a few dates with me?

  “What, like normal dates?”

  “Yes Hannah, like going out for a meal – getting to know one another, just like most people do. We need to be sure we are right for each other in every aspect of life, not just this bdsm stuff.”

  “I would love that!”

  “Great. I’ve sent you another email before leaving work tonight, I wanted to give you a proper perspective into what it is I’m looking for, what it is I need from a woman. I’ve also sent through a list of my hard and soft limits, and I would like for you to do the same for me.”

  “You want to know my hard and soft limits?”

  “Yes Hannah, I need to know what boundaries I can’t cross before I allow myself touch you in that way.”

  “Ok.” I said, instantly worried, I had no idea what that even meant, but there was no way I was telling him that and risk driving him away before we’d even started getting to know each other.

  We sat and talked for an hour or so, Mr. H seemed to want to know every detail about me, my favourite colours, foods, drinks, authors, and the more he asked the more comfortable I became with him. I had only known this man for two days but I was already falling for him, I could feel it. It was overwhelming.

  “It’s getting really stuffy in here.”

  “Would you like to go for a walk with me?” Mr. H asked.

  “Yes please, Sir. Only if it’s not very far – you bought these shoes, you must know they aren’t exactly runners.” I joked.

  As
we walked down the street Mr. H reached over and grabbed my hand, it had been a long time since anyone had held my hand. Jason had never wanted to be seen walking around holding hands, so it felt really awkward at first, but as the minutes went by it felt more and more natural, so safe and secure. We walked the five minute journey from the bar to look out over the Hudson River, stopping to grab late night coffees on the way. We sat together on a bench for a long while, just watching the world go by, Mr. H pulled me in close and I nuzzled myself into his chest for warmth. I loved the sense of protection I got from this man, where had he been all of my life?

  As we took our last sips of coffee Mr. H told me that we should start heading back towards my apartment, I hoped I could convince him to come up with me, I wasn’t ready for the night to end – yet.

  It took a little while to walk to my apartment, maybe twenty minutes. We walked slowly – barely speaking, just enjoying one another’s presence. As we arrived at my apartment, I decided to pick up my courage and ask if Mr. H would like to come inside for a nightcap before he went home, but, much to my disappointment, he turned me down.

  “Sorry Miss James, but I know that if I came upstairs I would not want to leave, and there would be so many things I would want to do to you, that I simply am not willing to do yet, not until you better understand what you’re getting into.”

  Thoughts flooded through my mind, what things? Oh god I needed to know what he wanted to do to me. I wanted him to do whatever it was that he wanted. I wanted him. “Oh, really?” I said, “I don’t mind – do whatever you like to me!”

  “Hannah, I’m sorry, that’s not how it works. I will see you tomorrow.” Mr. H said as he leant in close and grabbed the back of my hair, pulling me in closer, holding me there for a moment before his lips found their way to mine. He kissed me so powerfully yet so sensually that it instantly made my knees give way. I had more butterflies in my stomach than I had ever felt in my life. Wow.

  “Sorry Miss James, I just couldn’t resist kissing those gorgeous lips. Goodnight.”

  I stood there stunned for a second, “Goodnight Sir.” I whispered as he turned and walked off into the darkness.

  Once I had sobered up from my mesmerising kiss, I made my way into my apartment. Taking my laptop from my bag, I climbed out of this phenomenal dress and shoes, and after chucking on an old pair of pyjamas I jumped into my cosy bed – before getting straight back out again to quickly grab a wine (read: the bottle) as I was about to delve deeper into understanding what a d/s relationship with Mr. H would be like.

  There were so many words and phrases I needed to use google for, and the more I searched the more I was blown away, this man – this Dominant man, wanted to do all of these things to me, me? He wants to help me succeed in life, to look after me and be the man I can depend on but he also wants to tie me up, whip me and attempt to insert his entire hand inside my vagina? Such contrasting behaviours, it all intrigued me, but surprisingly I was much more aroused than I was worried or scared.

  Could I really do this though? Could I, Hannah James, really become this wonderful man’s Submissive?

  Chapter Four.

  It was my day off, but I had another reason to be excited about today – Mr. H was taking me out to dinner tonight. Our first proper date.

  I hadn’t seen him around work at all for the past couple of days but that didn’t stop him from checking in on me via text or email, multiple times a day. It was such a magical feeling to know that I was being thought about – during business meetings, lunches, showers, I was on his mind. Which was good because I couldn’t get this man out of my mind either, I had even began writing again – about him, not that I was ready to tell him that – yet.

  Last night, before heading home from work, Mr. H had Katie hand me a note, the note read; Hannah, please clear your schedule for tomorrow evening, I will be at your apartment at 7pm sharp. Wear a little black dress and have an empty stomach. Mr. H. x

  I was too exhausted from last night’s shift to come home and attempt to find the perfect black dress, I walked in the door, flopped on my bed and went to sleep, deciding, the dress was today’s job. I knew the one I wanted – it was an off the shoulder lace bodycon dress, it came midway down my shin bone and it had the most delicate exposed gold zip running all the way up the back. I had bought it about a year and a half ago to wear to an awards night for the bank Jason worked at, but we split before I could wear it.

  Found it!! Yes! Just as perfect as I remembered.

  I knew it needed a pop of colour so I planned to wear a pair of red pumps – not that I actually owned any.

  ‘Hey Jade, you busy today? I have the day off and need help shoe shopping! – Have news.’ I quickly sent.

  ‘Yes, free until 2pm – wanna meet now at the mall?’ Jade quickly fired back.

  YES PLEASE!’ I replied, walking out the door.

  Jade was waiting for me when I arrived, coffees in hand – always the thoughtful one she was. “Well, what’s with the shoe shopping emergency?” Jade asked while handing over my latte.

  “I have a date tonight!” I squealed, “Like a proper date.”

  “With who? Your boss? No way!”

  I proceeded to tell her absolutely everything, as I normally did, and needless to say Mr. H being my boss wasn’t the thing she found the most surprising. I thought she would be worried or concerned for my safety or something but she actually seemed to be really curious – she ended up knowing far more about this kind of lifestyle than I expected, I never knew she was this open with her sexuality. It turned out to be a bit of a blessing though because she could answer some of the questions I had and gave me clarity on things I wasn’t sure of.

  “Are you and Ben into this sort of stuff?”

  “Oh, no, no definitely not. I was just really good friends with a girl who used to be heavily involved in that world. The stories I used to hear – wow.” She said.

  I was glad I had opened up to Jade, It was the approval that I didn’t know I needed.

  We ended up finding the perfect pair of shoes – two hours later and after trying on around twenty pair. Jade was very invested in helping me make the best first impression on my first date, she really was the sweetest. Always going above and beyond for her friends.

  “Before I forget Hannah, Jason has been snooping around again – he’s been pestering everyone we know to find out where you’re working now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up.” Jade warned.

  “Oh, fucking great.”

  “Ben told me he has been acting really erratically lately and, apparently obsessing over how to get you back in his life.”

  “Oh for fuck sake, it’s been a year! – maybe if he sees that I’m moving on he might start getting over it, anyone would think I was the cheater the way he’s carrying on.” I was angrier than I had felt since the breakup, how dare he carry on like this, all I wanted was for him to let me move on with my life.

  “Try not to let Jason get to you babe.” Jade Said. “Just enjoy your date tonight and don’t forget to talk to Callan about your concerns over your limits. Eeek I’m so excited for you.”

  “Thanks Jade, what would I do without you? See you tomorrow night.” I said, while hugging her goodbye.

  I was feeling like I needed the fresh air after that Jason chat had gotten me all heated, so I began walking the six blocks back to my apartment, carrying my all-time favourite new purchase. I had never spent that amount of money on a pair of shoes before but these were worth it. I knew Mr. H had expensive taste and I wanted to impress him so badly, no matter the cost.

  I was only one block away from my apartment when I realised my shoe lace had come undone – I placed my shopping bag at my feet while I crouched down to re-tie my lace. Just as I was about to stand back up I sensed a random gust of wind out of nowhere and that’s when I felt my bag being ripped away from my feet, I looked up frantically, trying to grab on to something, anything, just to see some piece of scum running off into the dist
ance with my brand new, never been worn, $200 red pumps.

  I couldn’t believe what I had just let happen, nearly half of my pay check just got stolen – and the worst part – I hadn’t even been paid yet, I had used my nearly non-existent savings. I walked the remaining block solemnly, it was if the world had turned black and white, silent and frozen in time. I had never been mugged before – If that’s even what that was, the police would probably just tell me I shouldn’t have set my bag down, I knew it was my own fault. If only I hadn’t of been so distracted, lost in my mind full of two very different men.

  It was only a pair of shoes but it felt like so much more at the time – like I was never supposed to have anything nice or feel happy thoughts, I think Jason’s reluctance to leave my life alone was also playing a part of these feelings.

  I wallowed into my apartment and grabbed my phone out from my handbag; ‘I’m sorry Sir, I’m not feeling up to coming out tonight. I got mugged on the way home today. Don’t worry, I didn’t get hurt or anything. Hannah.’ I typed into my phone and pressed send.

  My phone vibrated almost immediately after setting it down on the table; ‘Are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight? It might cheer you up. What got taken? I’m glad you’re okay Baby girl.’

  Baby Girl? He normally only called me Miss James or Hannah. Something as simple as that – being called baby girl, was enough to almost wipe all of my bad memories from today away. I instantly felt giddy inside, special, his baby girl.

  ‘I went out to buy new shoes for tonight – spent far too much on a pair of red pumps that just up and ran off away from me, not even an hour later. Hah. At least it’s a funny story, right?’ I joked back. He had brightened my mood already.

  ‘Please come have dinner tonight Hannah, I think it’s just what you need right now. I’ll be there at 7pm, not taking no for an answer.’

  ‘Ok Sir, if you insist. See you in a few hours. Thanks for cheering me up.’

  ‘That’s what I’m here for Baby girl.’ Mr. H said, melting me into a gooey puddle of lust. No one had ever been able to get me out of my mood funks like that. A two minute text conversation and all depressive anxious thoughts were wiped clear. Not even a week in to knowing each other and I already knew this man was good for me.