I decided I would just have to wear the gold pair of heels that Mr. H had me wear a few nights earlier, they would match the gold zipper down the back of my dress perfectly. Nothing else I owned would live up to the standards of the sexy sleek lace dress I had picked out. I let my ashy blonde hair fall naturally down to my shoulders, adding just a few natural looking curls to enhance the sex appeal. I decided to replace the lost red from the shoes with a seductive dark red lip stick and I kept with my usual subtle smoky eye makeup and full lashes.
It was an off the shoulder dress so it meant I was limited to a strapless bra or nothing – and after much deliberation, I ended up opting for a strapless black lace push up bra, I wanted the girls nice and perky for their first real date in years. The matching panties that go with that bra were a boy leg style, not really what I wanted under my dress so I threw them back in the drawer and found a nice –almost matching – lace G-string.
It was 6:30pm by the time I was ready, plenty of time to spare – but I didn’t want to risk him showing up before I was ready. I poured myself a glass of my fav Sauvignon Blanc and sat at the kitchen bar. A few sips into my wine and my laptop started beeping like crazy at me, opening it up I realised it was skype – and that my parents were calling me, they liked to check in face to face at least once a week.
“Hi Mom!” I said.
“Hi Honey, Wow! Look at you! You look beautiful darling – where are you off to?”
“Well, I’m actually getting picked up soon – for my date.”
“A date?!” Mom said, sounding thrilled. “Looks like a fancy date – that’s some dress you have on. Take a few steps back from the computer darling I want to see all of you.”
“Ok, sure Mom.” I said, stepping back. “Be honest though, do I really look ok? I’m really nervous.”
“Stunning Hannah, any man would be lucky to be taking you out – and I’m not just saying that because I’m your Mom.”
“Thanks Mom.”
“Now, listen honey, the reason I’m calling is because next month your cousin Vanessa’s getting married – I keep forgetting to talk to you about it, I need to know whether you’re coming so I can rsvp for you – So, are you coming home for the wedding?”
“Oh, god, I had forgotten all about it – I’m not sure if I could get a full weekend off work when I’ve only just started…” I began saying before hearing a knock at my apartment door.
‘Knock Knock Knock.’ Shoot – I’d lost track of time.
“Is that your date?” Mom said. “Let him in – I wanna see who’s taking my baby out.”
“Oh my god, Mom!”
I walked over to the door, mortified that I was about to introduce poor unsuspecting Mr. H to my Mom – over skype. As I opened the door, I was greeted with a beautiful bunch of red roses, their aroma permeated my senses.
“Miss James, just wow, you take my breath away.”
“I LIKE HIM ALREADY!!” I heard being yelled from the computer screen behind me.
“I’m so sorry – my Mom’s on skype.” I told Mr. H. “I’ll just say goodbye and then we can leave.”
“Mom, I gotta go.” I said quickly.
“You can’t go until you give me an answer about the wedding! Are you coming yes or no?” She said, getting as frustrated as always.
“Like I said Mom, I probably can’t get an entire weekend off of work. So, no.”
“Yes, she can.” Mr. H interrupts. “Hi Hannah’s Mom, I’m actually Hannah’s boss and I’m saying yes she can have a weekend off – when is it?”
“Oh hello, aren’t you handsome – wow, dating the boss – look at you Hannah. The wedding is in three weeks. Should I rsvp for the two of you, or just Hannah?” Mom said. I couldn’t believe what she’d just done, not that she knew that she was inviting a man I hadn’t even known for a full week yet.
“Oh thank you Mrs James, Yes the two of us, I would love to come meet Hannah’s family.” Mr. H said.
“I had better take your daughter out for our date now though – if that’s ok with you.”
“Of course – oh this is great, everyone is going to be so excited you’re coming. I’ll call you next week Hannah. Love you!”
“Love you too Mom.” I said, through gritted teeth.
How did that just happen? I thought to myself – I was trying to avoid going home for that wedding, and now not only was I going, but Mr. H was coming with me?
“Hannah, before we go, I have something for you.” Mr. H said, running out the door, down to his car and back up again.
“Here.” He says, handing me a gift wrapped box. “Open it.”
“Ok…” I couldn’t think of what he could possibly be gifting me, he had already been so generous. I loved receiving gifts but my anxiety always took the gloss off things, if I were a superhero – my super power would definitely be the ability to over think.
I began carefully unwrapping the box, slowly at first – before impatiently ripping into it. Would you believe it? Inside the box, were a brand new pair of red pumps – not just any old brand of pump – they were even better than the pair I had bought myself earlier – these were Louis Vuitton. “WOW!” I said, “Are you sure? These must have cost a small fortune?”
“Yes I’m sure Miss James, try them on.”
I quickly removed the gold pair I had on before sliding my feet into the most expensive pair of shoes I had ever worn. Heaven. Mr. H led me out of my apartment and to his car – all while I was apologising profusely for what my Mother had sprung on him.
“Hannah, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. I want to come, I want to see where you grew up. All these dates we’re going to have, seeing your home and meeting your family are all going to be great tests for us – to see if we really are meant to be.” Mr. H reassured as he helped me down in to his sports car – a sexy black Mercedes-AMG GT Coupe – I may be a girl, but growing with two brothers and a petrol head of a father meant I was always around cars, so this excited me, a lot. I’d never been in a flash new sports car like this before. It still smelt so new and the leather seats felt so luxurious against my skin. Mr. H got in the driver’s seat, starting the engine – wow, he looked even more alluring when in control of this machine. I just watched him as we drove – so powerful and in charge. Everything seemed perfect at that moment, almost too good to be true.
As we pulled up outside an elite restaurant overlooking Madison square park, Mr. H asked me to stay seated until he helped me up out of the car, thankfully for that because I didn’t know how I was going to get out with my dignity still intact.
Mr. H threw the valet his key and walked me inside with an arm placed around my lower back, such a small gesture yet it had a huge impact. I felt protected, safe and very important. We were ushered to our table and again Mr. H’s gentlemanly attributes shone by pulling my chair out for me. I don’t think I had ever had that done for me before. A bottle of champagne was waiting for us at our table – which Mr. H had apparently ordered when making the reservation. That man really did think of everything.
There were so many things on the menu that I had absolutely no idea about, half of them I had never even heard of. I looked up at Mr. H with a look of sheer panic in my eyes, I went to speak but Mr. H just smiled and took the menu out of my shaky hands.
“You won’t be needing this Miss James – I will do the ordering.”
What a relief those words were, I. Will. Do. The. Ordering. I don’t know if he noticed my panicked state or whether that was just who he was, but I didn’t care, it calmed me, and my inner voice quietened just enough for me to actually enjoy our date.
“You said on the phone the other night that you’d started thinking about your limits.”
“Yeah, I have – I do have a question about that actually.”
“Go ahead.”
“Ok… I’ve never even heard of, let alone tried most of the things written on your kinks and fetish lists, so how on earth do I know what my limits are?” I confesse
d.
Mr. H laughed, he seemed genuinely amused by what I said.
“You really are the sweetest thing Hannah.” He didn’t seem concerned about my lack of experience, I really thought he would be. I thought confessing my innocence might send him packing, but instead it seemed to draw him closer.
“Keep working on your lists, although I think it’s going to have to be a long work in progress. How about we try a different tact for now.” Mr. H said topping up our champagne glasses.
I looked at him curiously, waiting for this new idea.
“What if we just take things as they come, focus on getting to know each other? What if, if there’s anything that I ever needed your consent for, I could just ask you beforehand? – This way, we get to try things out, see if we’re compatible, you get to test what your limits are and that will in turn help complete your lists for later on, for if you decide to be my Submissive.”
There was a lot to take in. I took a long sip of champagne before responding. “So kind of like a normal relationship then?” I asked.
Mr. H laughed, “Yes Hannah, even if we were Dom and Sub we would still have a ‘normal’ relationship, we would still go on dates, trips away, nights in, the works – I want marriage and children in my future – not just a sex doll.”
I don’t know why, but that statement frightened me more than anything I had read about a bdsm relationship. Marriage? Children? Neither of them were in the guidelines.
“Hannah…”
“Hannah…”
“Miss James.” Mr. H said firmly, snapping me back into this realm. “I said in the future, there’s no need to be worried, I’m not asking you to marry me next week.”
I nodded. Smiling nervously. As if he could read my mind.
Chapter Five.
“Come back to my place tonight?” Mr. H suggested as we waited for the valet to return.
“Oh –” I started before Mr. H cut in.
“I’m meeting some friends for brunch in the morning, I’d like you to come.”
“I don’t –” I began before again being interrupted.
“We will stop in at your apartment so you can pack a bag.”
I guess I didn’t have a choice. But even if I did – I’m fairly certain I would’ve chosen to go, I wanted to see how this man lived. Was he a tidy control freak, or was he as slobby as every other man whose house I’d visited?
To my surprise, Mr. H lived in a new, modern, upper floor condo in an upmarket area of the Upper East Side – with beautiful views over the east river. I don’t know where I was expecting him to live but it wasn’t there. Although with plenty of safe underground car parking for all of his boy’s toys, I could instantly see why he liked living there.
When I walked into his condo for the first time that night, I thought I had switched lives with someone else. It was breath taking. The views were captivating from the moment you walked in. I knew he must have had a decent amount of money to own a restaurant and a luxury sports car but I had no idea just how wealthy he was, until now.
It was so much larger than I would’ve expected in Manhattan, with an open plan first floor containing a large extravagant kitchen, dining space and a huge living area spanning across to the bi-folding doors out to the balcony with its own outdoor living area. The exterior walls of the condo were nearly all floor to ceiling windows, capturing every inch of the view. Everything was so fresh and crisp, lots of white and light woods – such a stark contrast to his restaurant.
Up on the second level was a Guest bathroom, a smaller, more intimate, lounge area and three bedrooms; The master bedroom was almost as large as my entire apartment, with a larger than normal four post bed in the middle of the room, a huge walk in wardrobe which Mr. H’s belongings only filled a quarter of, and a gorgeous marble clad ensuite. The river side of the room had floor to ceiling windows, in keeping with the rest of the condo. There were two other bedrooms on this floor – a guest bedroom and another with a locked door – Mr. H told me that this was more of a storage room, where he kept all of his toys, and that maybe if I was a good enough girl he might introduce me to some of the toys he had stored away in there.
“Night cap?” Mr. H asked, holding up a decanter and two glasses.
“Please.” I replied.
Mr. H tilted his head towards the first floor outdoor area before walking in that direction, I nodded, and followed behind him like a lost puppy.
“Hannah, I searched the internet for your writing last night – and I stumbled across some of your short stories, you are quite the talented writer, do you know that?” Mr. H said, as we sat out on the sofa under the illuminated night sky, sipping at our whiskeys.
I blushed.
“You have a real way with words, I’d like to help you get back on track – if you’ll let me. I don’t want to see you waste your talent.”
“Sure.” I said. “What have you got in mind?”
“If I set you a task of writing 1,000 words per day, in a time slot I suggested, would you do it?”
“I could try –But what would I write about?”
“I don’t know Hannah, you could write about the weather for all I care, just as long as you are writing. And when an idea does eventually pop up I’m sure you’ll fly through those 1,000 words and then beg me to let you write more.”
I wasn’t sure his idea would work for me, but I was willing to give it a go. After all a bit of structure never hurt anybody. “Ok.” I laughed.
“Tomorrow morning, 9am-10am before we leave for brunch.”
“I don’t have my –” I started
“Laptop, yes I know Hannah, I’ve got one here… I bought it for you yesterday, the guy at the shop said it would be perfect for your writing.”
My jaw dropped.
“You don’t need to thank me, all the thanks I need will be seeing your 1,000 words tomorrow morning.”
I didn’t thank him, but I did launch myself in his direction, throwing my arms around him and squeezing him tight. After an awkwardly long time I sat up, breaking our embrace and yawned as I took my last mouthful of drink.
“Tired?” Asked Mr. H
I looked up at him, nodding slightly.
“Alright, where do you want to sleep, in the guest bed or with me?”
Gulp. I froze as the panic began to rise inside me. Why are you asking me? I thought. Just tell me where to go!
“Where do you want?” I asked, almost whispering.
He chuckled to himself.
“Ok Hannah, you can sleep in my bed.”
I followed as he walked up the stairs and down the hallway, picking up my bag from the door on the way past. I could’ve carried my own bag had he let me.
As we entered the bedroom, Mr. H disappeared in to his closet and I took the opportunity to freshen up in the ensuite, I removed my red silk night slip from my bag and slipped off my shoes – much to the relief of my feet, before realising I was going to struggle to get out of this dress alone. The full length zip was making things very difficult.
“Everything ok in there?” Mr. H called out.
I cracked opened the door, peeking out saying,
“Not really no, I can’t get out of my dress.”
“Get out here, I’ll give you a hand.”
I stepped out nervously and walked across to the bed, where Mr. H was standing, the carpet was soft and plush underfoot, like walking on fluffy clouds. He had removed his pants and shirt and all that was left were a pair of black boxer briefs, allowing me to finally see the man beneath the expensive clothes. And what a man he was. If you know what I mean. Not only that, but it was clear he took great care of himself, his body definition was pretty spectacular, I suppose having a gym in your condominium probably helps with that.
As I stood there, in front of him, he cupped my face in his large hand, lifting my chin to look up at him.
“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on.” He said, planting his lips on mine for the bri
efest of kisses before turning me to face away from him.
“May I undress you now Miss James?”
I nodded.
I felt as his man sized hands fumbled with the delicate gold zipper, before ever so slowly drawing it the entire way down my body, exposing my scantily clad rear. He carefully worked the sleeves down off my arms, revealing my pushed up bra covered breasts before peeling the remaining dress off of my body. My bra was unclasped before I even knew his hands were back up there. My arms instinctively move upwards in attempt to cover my bare breasts.
There I was. Standing almost naked. In the middle of his bedroom. I could feel his eyes burning into me, taking me in from every angle as he began walking around, circling me like a predator checking out his prey.
“Arms by your side Miss James, let me see all of you, every crevice, every scar, and every freckle.”
My breathing was becoming more rapid, heart beating faster, I didn’t know what to expect. But that just made it all the more hot.
“How would you feel about being tied to my bed?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
“We will discuss it first, before any rope comes out, but I just need to hear a yes or no.” Mr. H continued.
“Maybe.”
“Miss James, I said Yes or No. Not maybe.”
“Sorry sir, ok, yes.”
“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.”
He told me to pop up on the bed for him, so he could simulate how he would tie me to it. Face up, in an X position, my four limbs tied to the four posts.
He told me that he wasn’t going to have sex with me tied up, he just wanted to see what I looked like tied to his bed. He wanted the opportunity to explore my body, to touch but not enter. He asked if I wanted to leave my panties on, or whether I would allow him to remove them before tying my legs. He asked me if there were any parts of my body that I didn’t permit him to touch. He told me if at any point I needed to be released I must say so immediately and he would cut the ropes free. He showed me the ropes. The magic rope cutting scissors. He showed me how the rope would feel on my skin. He looked after me at every step. So attentive.
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