“Nothing this nice.” I said, “Gimmicky, fluffy handcuffs, once.”
Mr. H smiled, his eyes lit up, “Would you like to try these out?”
I nodded, grinning.
“Arms behind your back please Miss James.” Mr. H whispered in my ear, moving around to stand behind me. The feeling of having my hands restrained behind my back is almost indescribable. Vulnerable, yet completely aroused. Wanting to escape, yet wanting to be held captive. To be taken, to be preyed upon and used.
“Part your legs.” I heard, along with a zipping noise. He bent me at the waist, holding me firmly in place with one hand on the cuffs as he entered, before roughly grasping at both of my hips to force all of himself inside me. Set at a rhythmic pace he ploughed into me, over and over, mercilessly taking what he wanted. He reached one hand around, gently caressing my clitoris as he continued his assault. I could feel the pressure building beneath his fingers,
“Ohhh.” Escaped from my lips.
“I want you to ask permission for your orgasm baby.” Mr. H said, forcibly grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Ohhh, Ohhh shit – Please can I cum?” I asked,
“No.”
“Please, please can I cum? Oh fuck.”
“No.”
“Please Sir, please, can I cum, please let me Sir, I can’t hold on.”
“Oh alright then, what a perfect little slut you are begging like that.” Mr. H said, increasing the tempo rapidly. Pulling me back by my hair, he pumped vigorously into me until I was contracting around him, lost in a sea of pleasure, head floating in a magical place, I was completely his. His slut. I didn’t care what that sounded like, it was true.
We collapsed into a heap on the blanket, Mr. H removing the cuffs before allowing me to snuggle into my favourite position. I shivered until his warmth enveloped me into a state of Zen, perfectly content where I was. I never wanted to move.
Chapter Nine.
“Mr Hart, Mr Hart…” We heard, causing us to frantically open our eyes, and realise that it was now early morning.
Thankfully it was only the complex’s gardener, and Mr. H knew him well, they often sat chatting while Mr. H drank his morning coffee on what felt like the top of the world.
I wrapped myself in the blanket, afraid to show any more of what had already been seen, and we took ourselves back down a couple of floors to Mr. H’s condo.
“Take yourself up for a shower.” Mr. H said, “I’ll go grab us some coffees and breakfast from a place up the street.”
As I hopped in the shower, I found brand new women’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a loofah. Wow, always so considerate, when will it ever end? Surely he couldn’t be this attentive full time, could he?
I took my time, enjoying the luxury of having the entire extra-large shower to myself, before reluctantly dragging myself out of there. I packed my things away and took my bag downstairs to an awaiting Mr. H.
“Coffee? Croissant?” He asked.
“Please. Do you mind if we take it on the road though? I kind of want to get home, I seem to be full of writing inspiration this morning.”
“You could do that here.”
“No, I need my own space – I work better that way.”
“Can’t argue with that.” He said, while packing the new laptop into my bag.
“If you’re writing, that’s all I care about – do I get to know what this sudden inspiration is?”
“No, not yet.” I said, with a sly grin.
Arriving outside my apartment, Mr. H got out first, before coming around to help me. Closing the car door behind me, he pushed me up against it, kissing me aggressively with a hand behind my head. “You’re going to be all I can think about all day Hannah. You do crazy things to me.” He said, getting back into his car. “See you tonight.”
I waved, giggling to myself. I’d never felt so special. I couldn’t get him off my mind either, but that was a good thing, I needed to remember every little detail, it was him I wanted to write about after all.
Checking my messages as I sat down, taking my new laptop from my bag. I heard;
“You have three new messages – first message;
“Hi Honey, it’s Mom. Just letting you know I have rsvp’d for you and for Callan. Looking forward to see you both soon. Love you.”
“Second message;
“Hannah it’s jade, I just got home from seeing you tonight but I forgot to say – I really like him, you are very cute together – double date soon yeah? Call me.”
“Third message;
static noise
“End of messages.”
Something about that third message sent shivers up my spine, something was off, it was eerie and I swore I could hear breathing noises behind the static. I didn’t want to think it was Jason, but it was in the back of my mind.
Just telemarketers, I told myself, opening the laptop and beginning to type like my life depended on it.
I started at the beginning, writing about how I felt the first time I met him and went onwards from there, I lost hours and hours. I hadn’t been able to sit and write like that for years, finally I had some passion, real and uncensored, something both raw and beautiful. Thoughts, feelings, memories, conversations, actions, just thousands and thousands of words flew out of me. Re-enacting our activities in my mind, reminding myself of the way it felt, it was if it was happening all over again, I was getting flushed re-reading my own words.
Later in the day, after reading back through the short story I had written numerous times, editing, and re-editing, I cut it down to just a few condensed pages. I liked to get feedback as soon as possible on a book idea before launching full pace into it, so I attached it in an email to a friend of mine in publishing – labelling it as a shorty story version of a Romantic erotic fiction novel idea I was working on.
I hadn’t left a lot of time to get organised for tonight’s shift, pressing send on the email at 3:40pm, I needed to be at Collared by 4pm. I had five minutes to throw some clothes and makeup on and be out the door. No thought went into anything as I chaotically threw clothes in the air, looking for anything work worthy, black leggings, long tunic, boots on. Hair in bun, touch up make-up, grab bag, out door.
Looking at my phone as I step on the pavement 3:49pm, fuck, eleven minutes to walk a fifteen minute trip, can’t be late – run, I thought, breaking in to a sprint.
Bursting through the doors at 3:59pm, huffing and puffing like I’d been chased by a wild animal, I thought I’d succeeded.
“Not like you to be running late Miss James.” I heard.
“Sorry, got caught up in my own literary world.” I said, looking over and seeing Mr. H sat at the bar.
“Anything good?” He asked.
“We’ll see.” I said, “I’ve sent a few pages away for a publisher’s approval.”
“Wow, you were very productive today.”
“I had some good inspiration.” I laughed, smirking in his direction before disappearing off out the back.
“Hannah.” I heard as I was putting my bag away.
“You know, I noticed your hair the moment you came through the door – but I’m hoping it was a momentary blip in your memory and not a defiant attempt to disobey.”
“Oh, shit…” I said, reaching and feeling the bun on top of my head. “I didn’t think, I just got ready for work in about two minutes flat, I am so sorry.”
“I’ll let it slide this time. You’re still learning. Please don’t let it happen again.” Mr. H warned.
I kind of wanted to do it again, I wanted to know what would happen if I did, I could feel the need to be bratty rising inside me. “And what if I do?” I asked, with a cheeky smirk.
“Trust me, you don’t want to find out.”
Oh yes I do, I thought. I was beginning to crave any attention from this man, good or bad, pain or pleasure, I wanted all of it. All of him.
“See you after your shift Hannah, how about we go for a quick drink to celebrate co
mpleting your first full week here?”
“Perfect.” I said.
One week, that’s all it’d been, I felt as though I’d known him for years, I felt closer and more connected with him than I had with anyone – ever. I could be one hundred percent honest with him, I could tell him my deepest thoughts and darkest fantasies and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
As we were packing up to go home for the night we heard a loud knock at the front window of the restaurant. “Hannah… Hannah…” We heard as we walked closer to investigate. Jason. “Hannah I know you’re in there, open up!”
Fuck.
“What do you want me to do?” A worried Katie asked.
“Can you see if Mr. H is in his office? Please?” I whispered.
“Hannah! Talk to me babe please! I’ve changed, I promise!” Jason yelled through the door.
After scanning the room for anyone who could help me, I laid my eyes on our bar manager, Josh. He used to be a bouncer, he was built like a bouncer, and he was perfect for this job.
“Josh…” I whispered, “When I go out the back, can you please go out and scare him off? He can’t find out I work here, I’m really worried.”
“It’d be my pleasure Ma’am, I haven’t been able to have fun like this since leaving my old job.” Josh said, flexing and cracking his knuckles.
Giving Josh the thumbs up, I ran off out the back, finding Katie on my way. “He’s not here.” She said.
“Josh’s on it.” I smiled.
Josh walked back inside, locking the door behind him confirming that the coast was clear. “I didn’t even have to use brute force.” He said, “He seemed reasonably convinced by my acting skills that no-one by the name of Hannah works here.”
I found that hard to believe, Jason was a very intelligent man, he might be off the rails at the moment but he graduated in the top 5% of his class, he wasn’t one to be fooled easily.
Mr. H arrived five minutes later, and after hearing all the juicy gossip from Katie, he went out to thank Josh for protecting me, offering him a huge bonus and asking him to keep an eye on me during work hours. “I think we should go to the police Hannah, he’s crossing the line. I think he’s stalking you.” Mr. H suggested.
“I’ll think about it. Can we go have that drink first, I need it.”
“Hannah…”
“Pleeeease?” I begged, I didn’t want to face up to the reality of a stalker, I just wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Alright. But anymore contact and I’m marching you down to the station myself. Got it?”
“Fine, fine, let’s go.”
I could feel the stress exuding from Mr. H’s body, constantly checking behind us as we walked. I could feel his worry, but at the same time I could feel his protection, like a personal body guard. He was my safe place.
We didn’t stay at the bar for long, the mood wasn’t as celebratory as I’d hoped, it was sombre. Although Jason hadn’t followed us here, he was still the elephant in the room, sitting directly between us. I couldn’t believe it had come to this.
“Walk me home?” I asked.
“Absolutely, via the police station.”
“Not tonight, please. It’s late – I just want to go home.”
“Ok Hannah, but I’m staying with you.”
Unlocking my apartment, Mr. H demanded he walk in first, he turned every light on, checked behind every door and under any surface, he was very diligent, although in my opinion – very over the top. I really didn’t see Jason as the great threat that everyone around me believed. Once satisfied that the apartment was safe he allowed me to enter, before closing and triple checking the lock.
“You alright?” I asked, laughing.
“Is it really so bad that I want to keep you safe Hannah? I’ve only known you a week and already you are, one of the most important people in my life.”
“Sorry.” I said, “But Jason really isn’t the big scary boogie man he’s making out to be – he’s just a teddy bear.”
“I hope you don’t go around calling me a teddy bear Miss James.” Mr. H said, bearing an evil smirk.
“Maybe.” I joked back.
“I’m going to have to change your impression of me then aren’t I, now get your ass over here, I’ve been wanted to rip that hair tie out and tear these frumpy clothes off of you all day.” He said, “If you’re going to dress yourself like this, I will have to take charge of all your outfit choices from now on.”
“Probably for the best.” I giggled. For some reason I couldn’t shake the sass from my attitude, I knew it was going to get me in trouble, but maybe that’s what I wanted.
“Alright then, if you say so.” He said, in a way that left me feeling a tad concerned about what I’d agreed to. After removing every item of my clothing, he stood behind me, kissing my neck, turning my nipples from soft to puckered in an instant. “Much better.” Mr. H said, walking towards my closet.
Picking up and throwing out any item he disagreed with, he announced; “I think we’re in need a shopping trip before we head to San Diego – there’s only one bikini in here – and it looks like you’ve had it since 8th grade.”
I blushed, he was nearly right though, I’d had it for quite some number of years.
“Perfect.” Mr. H said, shoving something in his pocket.
“What was that?”
“See this pile – I’d like you to bag this all up and donate it to whatever charity you choose, don’t worry – I’ll replace it all, there isn’t a lot left in there.” He said, ignoring my question.
“Ok, but what’s in your pocket?”
“Come here, I’ll show you.” He said, patting my bed. “Sit here.” Mr. H sits me on the edge of my bed, standing directly in front of me he reached inside his pocket. “This. This will make an excellent blindfold. Do you allow me to place it over your eyes?” He asked, holding up my gold silk scarf.
I nodded eagerly, I’d never been blindfolded before, but it was a fantasy I had never revealed.
Positioning it just right, he tied the scarf firmly behind my head, insuring I couldn’t see him. “Now Hannah, do I have your permission to touch you? Anywhere?”
I nodded again.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes Sir. Please touch me Sir.”
I feel his fingers tracing the curve of my lips before dipping a single finger inside my mouth. “Open wide baby.” He said, fucking my mouth with his finger. I heard his pants unzip and drop to the floor, I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, and I was right. I tried to prepare myself mentally, I knew how big he felt inside me. This was going to be a challenge.
My mouth was suddenly invaded, with a hand buried in the back of my hair forcing his large cock further and further in. There’s no way I could take him all, my eyes began to water, but I pushed through it. I wanted to prove myself worthy of him, I wanted to do everything I could to please him.
“Mmmm, such a good girl.” He growled, “I knew your mouth would feel just as heavenly as the rest of you.”
I loved the feeling of being used by him, as if I were his drug of choice that he couldn’t get enough of. Without warning, my mouth was emptied, my hair was let go, silence filled the room. I was pushed backwards into a laying position and my legs were spread. Thinking I was about to be penetrated, I waited, desperately aching to feel his fullness. I waited. In silence. Afraid to utter a word. Where was he? I tried to listen for movement, but nothing. Minutes passed, my internal voices fighting over the need to remove the blindfold or speak up. But I tried to shut them out and kept waiting.
I felt the bed move between my legs, I felt him climbing up between them and then I finally felt – his tongue. Oh wow. I was lost in a new heavenly place. The angels were singing. The gates were opening. “Oh yes!” I let out, in appreciation of this godly man.
Chapter Ten.
Driving to the airport with Mr. H I couldn’t get over how fast our first three weeks together had gone. Things were goin
g well between us, in fact in the last two weeks we had only spent a total of three nights away from each other.
We hadn’t heard from Jason since the day he arrived at the restaurant looking for me, so assuming he had finally gotten the hint and moved on, we put the police visit on the back burner.
My writing was still picking up speed, my friend in publishing assured me I was onto a good thing, and to keep going. I couldn’t find enough hours in the day to write as much as I wanted, but I still managed to be throwing thousands of words per day on to the screen. Every day and every night I spent with Mr. H was creating more and more juicy content.
I hadn’t let Mr. H read any of it just yet, I was concerned that once I had shown him –if he didn’t like it being about him – I would have to scrap it. But I knew I had to include him eventually, humiliating as that may be – I hated letting people close to me read my writing, and this was even worse with him as a main character.
“You sure about this?” I asked Mr. H.
“Hannah, stop, please. Everything will be fine.”
“I can’t, you should know that by now. I’m worried about referring to you as Mr. H in front of my family.”
“Well, don’t. If you you’re put in a position to use my name, use it. But – I’d prefer you to keep that minimal. If I hear you calling me Callan too many times there will be consequences.”
I smiled.
“No, it won’t be a punishment you enjoy, don’t get any ideas Miss James. I’ve figured you out, don’t you worry. Spanking is no longer classed as a punishment when you get off on it.”
I rolled my eyes, thinking he couldn’t see me.
“Did you just –” He began, “I hope you didn’t just roll your eyes at me?”
“Me? Never.”
“We’ll deal with this on the plane.” He said, pulling into the airport carpark.
I hadn’t had to put any thought into planning this trip, Mr. H had booked flights, accommodation and a rental car. He even packed my bags – I had absolutely no idea what was in them. All I had to do was get in the car and on to the plane. It was a strange feeling, but amazingly stress-free none the less.
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