MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  “Dependant?” Katie asked, before adding, “That’s exactly how he wants you.”

  “I feel like I’ve never needed anybody anywhere near as much as I need him. Like he’s a drug I’m addicted to, you know?”

  “Better not keep him waiting then, let’s go see this outfit.” Katie said.

  I felt slightly better when I saw the red Louis Vuitton’s I had left at Mr. H’s this morning, knowing he hadn’t spent hundreds more on shoes.

  “Woah…” Katie said, picking up and examining them.

  “Long story.” I said. “Short story – he gave them to me last night.”

  Along with my shoes, I found a pair of black skin-tight leather pants, a very slightly midriff exposing black lacy singlet, and another note.

  ‘Wear these, and only these, we have a party to attend later, this outfit should suit both occasions. Mr. H. x’

  Only these? I was confused. Did that mean no underwear? No panties, no bra? My nipples would for sure be visible through the light fabric of the singlet. No, surely not, I thought he probably just meant no jacket or any other outfit I’d chosen myself.

  Keeping my bra and panties on, I changed into Mr. H’s outfit. I’d never worn leather pants before and I definitely underestimated just how long it would take to get into them. They were so tight it was as if I needed to learn how to walk again once I had them on – so stiff.

  Waddling my way out to the bar area I heard a noise behind me,

  “Wow.” Mr. H said, walking out from the bathroom. He looked as good as always, in his navy blue suit pants and white dress shirt.

  “Check out that ass.” He said, taking the opportunity to have a grope. Caressing my ass cheeks as we walked, the expression in his voice changed.

  “Wait, why can I see your bra? You don’t have panties on too, do you Hannah?”

  “Yes.” I hung my head. My heart was pounding, I could feel my chest thudding as I tried to control my breathing, He didn’t need to say anymore, I knew I’d fucked up.

  “Back in my office please Miss James.” He said while grabbing my hips from behind to prevent me walking any further.

  Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

  “Palms on the desk.” He said, unbuckling his brown leather belt.

  “I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry, I’ll remove them.”

  “Palms on the desk.” He repeated.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you know what happens when you disobey my orders Miss James?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I get to play with my favourite belt. But since this is only your first discrepancy, five strikes will be sufficient –” Mr. H paused, asking “Do you understand Hannah?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Count out every strike, once this is over, you can go join everyone else.”

  Smack

  “One.”

  Smack

  “Two.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  “Three, four five?” I said, “That’s it?”

  “That didn’t hurt?” Mr. H asked, slipping his belt back through his belt hooks.

  It didn’t even hurt a bit – maybe because it was through leather pants, I thought.

  “No?” I said, standing up to face him.

  “Interesting, did it feel good?”

  “Kind of, I suppose it did.” I revealed.

  Mr. H grinned, grabbing my waist and pulling me in close.

  “You are truly are special Hannah, and the only one, I promise. I know what Rachel said to you earlier, but none of that is true ok? Let’s go get that drink, but first –” He said, bringing his lips to mine,

  “You’ve got to remove that bra.” Mr. H whispered, before kissing me so deeply, I can smell and taste the whiskey on his lips.

  After helping me ditch the bra, Mr. H followed me out the door, slapping my ass firmly.

  “Hannah!” I heard upon entering the bar. Jade and Ben were already there, chatting away with Katie, she’d obviously introduced herself. Just as I would’ve expected – the extrovert she is. “You look fabulous!” Jade said, “Doesn’t she look great Ben?”

  “Uh, yep, great.” Ben said, trying to avoid making eye contact with my nipples.

  “Guys, this is –” Fuck, I thought, how am I going to do this?

  “I’m Callan.” Mr. H cut in smoothly, just at the perfect time, “Hannah’s boyfriend, or that’s what she’s going around telling people anyway – right Hannah?” He teased, with his devilish grin.

  “Shut up.” I said, sending a glare his way, before getting one sent right back my way. Whoops, I thought, I gotta learn some self-control. This was a man who commanded my respect.

  “We ran into Jason today.” I began telling Jade and Ben. Ben seemed a bit more concerned about Jason’s threats than I initially was. He said he was a different man now than he ever used to be. That he had gone off the rails, had been fired and was totally unpredictable. He did not like the dark person Jason had turned into.

  “I’d go so far as suggesting a restraining order.” Ben said.

  “Oh that’s unnecessary.” I replied, “He’s harmless.” I was wrong, but I didn’t know it – yet.

  Chapter Eight.

  Everyone else had tottered off home for the evening, leaving Mr. H and I to clean up their messes.

  “Want to go call in at that party I told you about?”

  “Ok…” I said, “Where is it?”

  “At Pete’s.”

  “Pete’s, as in, Rachel’s Pete?” I asked.

  “Yes. Is there a problem?”

  Silence.

  “Hannah – Rachel can want me all she likes, I only want you. I want to bring you to this party.” Mr. H said.

  “Oh ok. Just for a little then, I’m tired.”

  “We’ll see.”

  As we pulled up outside their house, before getting out of the taxi, Mr. H suddenly felt the need to warn me about something.

  “Hannah, I was afraid to mention this earlier because I didn’t want you to have preconceptions about what might happen here tonight. Everyone here at this party, are in dom/sub relationships, and they’re mostly all close friends of mine.”

  “Oh.” I wouldn’t admit to it, but he had probably made the right decision, I would’ve over thought every potential possibility until I had convinced myself I couldn’t go.

  “I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to see what dominant and submissive relationships look like, in a real life situation.”

  “Ok.” I said, with absolutely no idea what I was about to walk into, trusting Mr. H had worked out well with everything thus far, and I was very curious as to what was happening behind those closed doors.

  Walking toward the house, I clung on to Mr. H’s hand like a scared child. He squeezed it back, as if to reassure me.

  Pete and Rachel lived in Brooklyn, in a beautiful townhouse overlooking the promenade and the east river. It really was a stunning home, with traditional architecture and décor. Simple and elegant. Unlike Rachel.

  Everything seemed very ‘normal’ when we walked through the front door. The men were all deep in conversation, about some form of sport, and the women were off in the kitchen – having a separate conversation of their own.

  The same six from brunch were there, along with a dozen other people I’d never seen before. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, I didn’t want to break any invisible rules or protocols, and I felt like everybody was looking at me, waiting for me to make my move. Not that I was going anywhere, still glued to Mr. H’s hand. Frozen. In retrospect, I probably should’ve asked more questions before we came inside.

  “Why don’t you go grab us a drink from the kitchen baby.” Mr. H said.

  I looked up at him, as if to say, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ But he withdrew his hand, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

  “It’s over there.”

  Deep breaths, I told myself, walking across the room.

  “Hi.” I said, hopin
g for a fresh start with the women I had already met.

  All of the women, bar Rachel, looked up from their conversation and greeted me with a warm smile.

  “Mr. H sent me in to fetch drinks for us. I have no idea wh –” I began

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, whiskey’s right here, and glasses over there.” One of the women pointed out.

  “Oh! Thank you.” I really was grateful. I didn’t want to have to ask Rachel, I could only imagine how put out she would’ve been to have to help me.

  “But come right back ok? We want to hear about what happened after brunch, with your ex – sounded intense the way Callan told it, was he stalking you?.”

  I’d never thought about it that way before, I never gave a single thought as to why Jason was actually there, was he following me? Nah, of course not. I didn’t want to be thinking about him right now, not when I had this glorious man – to apparently wait on.

  I delivered Mr. H’s drink, “Sir.” I said, handing it to him with a curtsey and a wink, before walking back toward the kitchen. I couldn’t help but peek back, I needed to see the look of bewilderment on his face – and it felt just as victorious as I had hoped. There’s no way he expected me to walk back into that kitchen on my own, but I had to do it, to prove I could.

  The girls all wanted to hear about my juicy break up with Jason, unluckily for them however, I assured them it was far from story time worthy. Nothing to see here kind of thing. I didn’t need Mr. H overhearing me talking about Jason, and they really didn’t need to hear about my misfortune, I barely even knew their names.

  To my relief, the men came in suggesting we play a game of charades and requested we ladies join them in the lounge room, the women momentarily looked between one another before all doing as told, trotting off and sitting at the feet of their prospective men. Mr. H was standing to the side of the room, so I flitted off to be with him, grateful that he wasn’t sitting with the rest, expecting me to sit on the floor. I was far too inexperienced for that. Not that I found it too strange, it just looked very organised, Men on seats, women on the floor, and they all looked very content where they were –

  As I looked around, some of the men were playing with their girl’s hair, some rubbing their shoulders, their backs, some just resting their hand upon their woman. Constant touch, constant recognition that they are theirs, that they’re wanted. Occasionally I saw the odd stray hands wandering down beneath the clothing of their women. In full view of everyone else. No one seemed to mind, in fact they seemed to be enjoying it.

  Standing to the side of the room, watching, it almost felt similar to the Jason fucking the hot blonde experience, it was very arousing. My sex throbbing, aching to be touched, my breathing was becoming ragged as I watched one of the men slip his hand down the front of his woman’s skirt, she closed her eyes, slightly parting her lips. I knew he was touching her right where she wanted. Her hips slowly rocked back and forth as he moved his hand.

  Suddenly I felt a hand touching my lower back, slowly drifting down to rest on my ass. I looked up at Mr. H who was already looking down toward me, I could see the hunger in his eyes.

  “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, dirty girl.” He said.

  “Maybe.” I whispered, his voice intoxicated me, hearing him call me dirty girl sent flutters throughout me. I wanted him. Now. Right here, I didn’t care who saw.

  “What’s the matter Mr. H?” A snarky Rachel asked, breaking the spell we were under. “She too shy to play with the rest of us?”

  “It’s Callan to you, and her name is Hannah.” His demeanour had changed drastically, it was no longer soft, seductive and sensual, it was a side of him that I did not want to experience personally.

  “Sorry… Callan – you sure Hannah is actually right for your world? She looks a little out of her depth – I mean come on, look at her. A trembling little b-”

  “Rachel! That’s enough! What is your problem?” Pete yelled, cutting off whatever she was going to say next.

  I looked up at Mr. H, as if to ask for help. I needed out of here. Now.

  “Ready to go?” He asked, adding, “You’re far too good for this shit.”

  “Please.”

  Walking out the door, an embarrassed Pete chased behind,

  “Callan, I’m so sorry about Rachel, I really don’t know what her problem is. Hannah, it was lovely to meet you, you are a rare treasure, and no matter what Rachel said, I can see you belong right here with my man Callan.”

  “Thanks, man.” Mr. H says, shaking Pete’s hand. Their bromance was cute, and I liked that I seemed to get the tick of approval from Mr. H’s best friend, it lifted a small weight off my shoulders that I didn’t even know was there until it was gone.

  As we walked away from the party we stumbled across Linda and Beth walking towards it.

  “Hi guys, leaving already?” Beth asked.

  “Yeah, Rachel’s been having digs at Hannah all night.”

  “Oh, that bitch. I don’t know what Pete see’s in her, we’ll sort her out won’t we honey.” Beth said, turning to Linda.

  Honey? I knew it! A satisfied smile began creeping across my face. I loved being right, they are in a relationship!

  “See you both tomorrow.” They said, walking hand in hand towards Pete and Rachel’s front door.

  Wait, I thought for a moment, if they’re going to that party that means…

  “Yes Hannah.” Mr. H said, looking down at my exploding mind.

  “Beth is the Domme, Linda the submissive. They’ve been together for ten years, rock solid those two.”

  I grinned.

  “You’re thinking about what that might look like aren’t you? Dirty, dirty girl.”

  “Of course not.” I winked. Of course I was. How could I not?

  We walked along the promenade arm in arm for a long while, in all the time I’d been in New York, I’d never seen the captivating views of the Manhattan skyline at night. We walked along towards the Brooklyn Bridge, staring into its glowing beauty, mesmerised. Although, my mind kept running back off to Mr. H standing up for me like that, so firm and protective. I liked it – a lot. It was something I’d never felt in a relationship. Protected, cared for. It was like a scene repeating over and over in my head, gloriously basking in his shelter.

  “Well, what did you think? Asides from Rachel.”

  I pondered his question for a long moment, before responding,

  “Honestly, it wasn’t all that different from any ‘normal’ party I’ve been to, a little more structured and the people far more open – but nothing as outlandish as I’d expected.”

  “Perfect.” Mr. H said, “Let’s go find a taxi back to my place.”

  In the cab, I nuzzled in to Mr. H’s radiating warmth, for comfort of both my body and my mind. It was my new happy place. His broad inviting chest nook. He wrapped his arm around me, completing the happiness bubble. I felt as if I was floating in his essence. I stayed attached to Mr. H’s side the whole way up, under his arm the entire elevator ride to the eighteenth floor. He picked me up once the doors dinged open, carrying me into his apartment, placing me down on to his couch.

  “Stay here.”

  “Where you goin?” I asked.

  “Just to get a couple of things, there’s somewhere I want to take you.” He said, disappearing off up the staircase. We’d only just gotten back here, I wondered where he could possibly be planning to go at this time of night – morning, it was late, or early – depending which way you looked at it.

  Watching him come back down the stairs, I was attempting to make out what he was carrying, it looked like a blanket and a – picnic basket? What is he doing? It’s two in the morning and he wants a picnic? Walking over to the kitchen, I attempt to peek inside the basket.

  “Oh no you don’t Miss James.” Mr. H said, closing the lid before I could get close enough.

  “Should I change my clothes? I asked, noticing he’d had an outfit change, now wearing a simple pair of jeans
and tee shirt.

  “Yes please, go pop on that dark red slip you left here the other night, I never got to see that on you.”

  “Reall-” I started,

  “Go on.” He said, pushing my backside towards the stairs.

  There was no way I wanted to go out wearing just my nightgown, I also didn’t want to disobey Mr. H’s orders, I just needed to trust him, surely he wouldn’t be making me go out in public? Would he?

  Getting out of those leather pants was just as difficult as getting in them, I’m glad I wasn’t in any hurry. It was a drastic change going from such tight full covering pants to a slip dress that barely skimmed the bottom of my – bottom. The cold silk rubbed across my nipples causing them to stand to attention and the slightly too big straps occasionally falling from my shoulders – adding to the seduction of the dress.

  “Oh, Yes, Miss James.” Mr. H said, watching me slink down towards him waiting at the door.

  “Here, wrap this around your shoulders.” He said, escorting me over to the lift. I didn’t get to see what button he pressed, he stood blocking my view, as to not let me see where we were headed.

  As the doors opened and we departed, I was met with the most gorgeous views of the entire city. We were up on the very top of the building – the sky deck, a luscious, green, roof top sanctuary. I had no idea this was up here, it really was unimaginable – something from a movie, a dream. This couldn’t be real. I stood there, in silence, taking in every angle of view, in complete disbelief.

  Mr. H removed the blanket from my shoulders, placing it down on the grass. He grabbed a hipflask full of – you guessed it – whiskey from the basket, taking a swig before offering me. “Look at you, the pure definition of beauty.” He said, staring at me. “Every time I look in your direction my dick twitches in my pants. It’s obsessed with you, I’m obsessed with you.”

  I smiled, taking another swig, feeling my cheeks burn up.

  “No need to blush baby, although it is very cute.” Mr. H said, rummaging around in the picnic basket, I saw him pulling something else out, I didn’t quite get a look at what they were. Definitely not food…“Have you even seen or used anything like this?” Mr. H asked, presenting me with the item. They were a pair leather wrist cuffs, clipped together in the middle, like handcuffs.