“Likewise Callan, See you both tomorrow.” Mom said.
On the drive back to our place, Mr. H suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. “Take that dress off.” He ordered with lustful eyes, “I want to see you in this lingerie before we get back and I tear it off you.”
Chapter Eleven,
Running inside and up the staircase, Mr. H followed closely behind. “Get back here young lady!”
I giggled, running off into the master bedroom’s ensuite, closing and locking the door behind me.
“Fuck!” He said, realising these doors actually have locks.
“Ha-ha did someone forget to remove the locks.”
“You’re making this worse for yourself Hannah – you’ll have to come out eventually.”
And I did know that, it was sort of my plan. I was still really trying to push the boundaries, I needed to know where he drew the line, what he classed as playful and what he classed as disrespectful defiance. I was definitely enjoying all these new submissive experiences, but I also enjoyed playfully seducing him in order to get those experiences.
“Open the door, I want to see this lingerie.”
“Na. The lock’s stuck – sorry. Guess I’m stuck in here.” I joked.
I heard some rustling around outside the door before the lock pinged open. No! I hadn’t realised it was one of those stupid locks that could be jimmied open with a coin or anything flat.
“Gotcha!” Mr. H said as he entered the bathroom and grabbed me, picking me up, and carrying me out into the bedroom, placing me down on the bed.
“Thought you wanted to see this lingerie.”
“I did. And I will. But first…” He said, grabbing a tie from his suitcase, “stand up, turn around, hands behind your back.” He slipped the straps off my shoulders before firmly tying my hands together. It felt like I’d just been placed under arrest.
“What did I do officer?” I asked, batting my eyelids at him as I turned back around.
“You know what you did.” He said, ignoring my cuteness, “You do realise now I have to enforce a punishment.”
I smiled. Waiting. Hoping. Craving a spanking.
“Remember, you asked for this, you asked to be punished by disobeying me like that – I am no longer allowing you to wear any underwear all day tomorrow.”
“But –”
“But nothing Miss James. I told you punishments were not to be enjoyed and you seem to be finding the spankings far too pleasurable.”
Hmmm, I thought. I’d really done myself a good one this time. I ought to learn from this, but do you think I would? Of course not.
“Now, come here. That naughty little ass of yours needs to be taught a lesson.” He carefully peeled the rest of the one piece down my body and all the way off, tossing it across the room. Now he had me naked – and bound. As he touched my bare skin, goose bumps appeared, shivers ran throughout my body, stiffening my nipples instantly. “Bend over, hands on the bed. Don’t move or this might hurt.” He said, and I noticed he was retrieving a small bottle of lube from his pocket.
Now when he said my ass needed a lesson, I assumed in the form of a spanking or something, the thought never crossed my mind that he was insinuating – anal. The moment he began to apply a liberal amount of lube to my tight, puckered rosebud, it was as if a lightning bolt had stuck me there and vibrated all the way around to my clitoris. Mr. H slowly worked his way up, beginning with a single finger penetrating my tight unused hole, before adding a second, I hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as I was.
There was a set of metal butt plugs sitting beside us, my body shuddered in anticipation as I watched him pick up the middle sized plug. Without too much force at all, it slipped in, much easier than I would’ve thought possible, and before long I’d been stretched enough to accommodate Mr. H’s thick cock.
An entirely new experience for me, but one I had thought about many times and what I will say now is – it will definitely be happening again, and again, and probably again. This man was prying my eyes open to a whole array of brand new experiences, and I never wanted it to end. It had only been three weeks, and I was petrified to admit it, but I was falling madly in love with him.
Walking along the beach hand in hand was something I only thought of as a cliché in movies, I didn’t think people actually did it in real life. But here we were, we needed a walk in the fresh sea air after that last romp had risen our bodily temperatures exponentially. “I wish we didn’t have to go to Vanessa’s wedding tomorrow, I’d love to just stay around the house all day with you.” I confessed.
“Oh Hannah, you never know, it might be fun,”
“Weddings are never fun.” I said,
“It may be our wedding one day, will you find that fun at least?” Mr. H asked.
Silence.
“You really would make the most beautiful bride.” He said, noticing my recoil.
“You think?” I asked. He really did know how to pull me back from my anxious moments, something no-one else has ever been able to achieve before.
“Yes Hannah, you’re already the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, so picturing you in a white dress walking towards me really is a wonderful sight.”
I looked up at him in awe, I’d hate to admit it, but I could picture myself walking down the aisle towards him, I wanted these last three weeks to last forever. Mrs Hart, I was warming to the idea already.
Looking at his watch, Mr. H yawned, it was getting late. “We should head back and hit the hay, you have your salon appointment at 9am don’t you?” He asked.
“Yip.” I yawned back.
I’d booked myself an appointment with the salon I used to visit growing up, I wanted my hair in tip top shape for any potential photo opportunities, I didn’t trust myself to be able to style it worthy of wedding attendance.
“I’ve got a couple of errands to run in the morning, so I’ll drop you in.” Mr. H said.
I couldn’t think of anything he could possibly be needing to do in San Diego but I was too tired to question. As soon as my head hit that pillow I was a goner.
“Rise and shine princess.” Mr. H said, waving a fresh hot coffee in front of my nose. Hearing his voice and picking up on the delicious aroma, my eyes sprang open.
“Am I late? I can’t be late.” I panicked.
“No Hannah, it’s only seven thirty.”
“Ok good. Thank you, Sir.” I said, taking the coffee from his hands.
He looked at me ravenously, as if Sir was a trigger word. Biting his lip he drew his breath in, “Even first thing in the morning, you are the most captivating woman I’ve ever known, you seduce me without even realising you’re doing it.”
I blushed.
“And then you go and do that, you’re irresistible when you’re all shy and cute. You’re lucky that coffee’s hot, I wouldn’t want to risk spilling it on your delectable skin.”
“Well, thanks, I guess.”
“That does remind me of something though, how would you feel about trying some wax play? You’ve seemed to love all the other sensation play we have tried.”
“Wax play?”
“Yes, with candles, I heat up the wax, letting it drip and fall on to your body.”
“Won’t that burn me?”
“No, I know what I’m doing Hannah. I wouldn’t be doing anything to you if I wasn’t certain I was up to task.”
“Oh, maybe. Okay yeah, I won’t know unless I try it, right?”
“Good Girl. How did I get so lucky?”
I thought I was the lucky one here, never did I expect to be bringing my new successful, wealthy, sexy, dominant boyfriend to this wedding.
“How long do you think you’ll be?” Mr. H asked as I was getting out of the car.
“Probably at least an hour, I’ll call you when I’m done?”
“Ok Hannah, see you soon.”
“Love you, bye.” Fuck! What have I done? Panicked thoughts consumed me and I walked towards the salon. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Wh
y did I say that? It just slipped out, did I even mean it? Fuck, he’s probably on his way to catch a flight back to Manhattan now.
I heard a car horn just as I was about to step foot into the salon and I turned around to find Mr. H still sat there, “I love you too.” He called out, before driving away.
Holy shit. What just happened? It’s only been three weeks, what am I doing?
“Hannah, Hi!” One of the hairdressers said as I walked in.
I instantly recognised her, Tara Porter from high school. We used to be great friends until we both moved on to different colleges. I didn’t expect to find her back home working in a salon that’s for sure.
“Tara, nice to see you! Please tell me you’re doing my hair.”
“Sure am babe, take a seat over there, I’ll be with you in a moment.”
My phone vibrated in my bag, reaching in to grab it, I notice it’s from Mr. H,
‘Don’t get too much cut off, I would like you to grow it a bit longer over time, if possible. Don’t change its colour to anything drastic, I like the colour it is now. Get it styled down, I want to be able to grab your hair whenever an opportunity arises tonight. Mr. H. x’
Wow, that was a fair few instructions to remember, I could only hope I wouldn’t go against any of them accidentally in the heat of the hair styling moment.
Turns out Tara moved back home only a year into college, pregnant. She began hairdressing when her firstborn was a baby and she now has a whole tribe of little ones running around. She showed me photos of them all, and honestly, I’d never been one for babies, but, this made me slightly clucky, giving me hope that one day I would want to become a mother to my own tribe.
“Was so great to see you Tara, thanks for sprucing me up, I might see you around a bit more now that we have a place here in pacific beach.”
“Yes, I’d heard rumours you were dating some mega rich guy. So it’s true then?”
I smiled. Not wanting to indulge her with any juicy gossip to spread, you know what hairdressers are like. But she’d heard rumours about me? Wow. I’d never been worthy of a mention the whole time I grew up here, but now that I’m with Mr. H I’m suddenly the town’s source of gossip. Great. This wedding is going to have more eyes on me than on the entire bridal party.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more gorgeous.” Mr. H said as I climbed down in to the Ferrari’s passenger seat.
“You’re just saying that because you have to.”
Mr. H laughed, “I would never say something just because Hannah, whatever I say to you, whatever compliments I give to you, I mean them genuinely.
As we walked back in to the house, I headed straight upstairs to quickly do my makeup and get dressed. Mr. H had chosen me a coral coloured, fitted, cotton maxi dress for the beach ceremony, with a gold pair of strappy sandals and an oversized tan coloured floppy hat. He wore a pair of tan dress shorts, a long sleeve white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and topped it off with the cutest pair of tan-brown boat shoes.
Mr. H thought it was the best joke ever when we took off from the house and my hat went flying off my head and out of the car, I could hear his deep belly laughs as he watched me chase it down the street.
The ceremony was underneath a lone tree, on a secluded section of beach where apparently the happy couple had met at some barbeque cookout or something, and it was luckily one of the world’s quickest wedding ceremonies. We spent far more time standing around waiting for Vanessa to arrive than we did actually watching them be wed.
After Vanessa and her new hubby had left and we’d spent enough time indulging family in the briefest amount of small talk, we took the first opportunity that arose to sneak off unnoticed and nip back to our place for a stiff drink before getting ready for the reception.
Checking my phone as we walked in our front door, I noticed five missed calls and a message from Jade, ‘Hannah, please call me back, I need you, its urgent.’
Shit! I wondered what on earth the emergency was before quickly dialling.
“Jade, I’m so sorry, I just got your message, my phone was on silent during the ceremony, what’s going on?”
“Hannah…” She burst into tears, “I’m pregnant, I don’t know what to do, Ben’s so excited and I just want to cry, I don’t think I want a baby right now – I’ve only just been selected for that major new upcoming show.”
“Jade, honey, breathe, it’s all going to be ok…” I began talking her through her options. It was a very surreal experience talking Jade down from her heightened state, Jade was usually the collected one constantly trying to talk me out of my panic. I could see her conundrum though, her career was really only just beginning, and Ben was the love of her life – how could she choose between them? Ben was going to be devastated if Jade terminated the pregnancy, and Jade would never get the opportunity to dance this showcase again.
“Jade’s pregnant, and she’s not happy about it.” I told Mr. H after hanging up.
“Oh. I wondered what had you pacing the front yard. Drink?”
“Please. Strong.” I said, taking a giant breath, attempting to put Jade’s issue out of my mind for now. I wanted to enjoy this time away with Mr. H. I’d just have to deal with the Jade and baby issue when I get back to New York tomorrow night.
“Hannah, I have something that may help take your mind off Jade’s dilemma.” Mr. H said as we sat out on the deck with our neat whiskeys in hand, “While you were at the salon this morning, I went shopping for something special for you to wear tonight.”
“Oh, no, but you already chose my dress, I have been looking forward to wearing that!”
“No, no. Not a dress, something else, something a little smaller… This…” He said, handing me a plain brown paper bag.
Peeking inside, I find a box, and the label on the box reads;
Vibrating Remote Controlled Kegel Balls.
“By wear you mean…” I asked.
“Inserted.” Mr. H said, eagle eyed with a purely wicked smile, which led me to take a deep breath through my nose. I could feel my heart beat increasing in speed already.
“The whole night? Around my family and friends? Are you kidding me? And what? You’re just going to have the remote in your pocket?”
“Yes Hannah that’s exactly right. You’d better go get changed while I get this thing ready for its maiden voyage.”
Off I skipped, I couldn’t wait to slip in to this gorgeous, strapless, gold-sequined evening gown, which shimmered with any hint of movement, and glowed under any light. I felt like a million dollars wearing it. Paired with some sky high black stilettos it was a show stopping combination. Almost red carpet worthy.
As Mr. H walked out from the closet in his flawless black tuxedo with white shirt and black bow tie, I was consumed with lustful thoughts, he looked so damn hot, he was irresistible, the embodiment of a gentleman. A gentleman with an extremely deviant sexual backbone.
“Spread your legs Miss James, now bend down, and support yourself on that chair if you need.” He moved my dress up out of his way, and rubbed the tip of the Kegel balls at the entrance of my already glistening wet sex, teasing gently for a moment before suddenly slipping them deep inside.
“How does that feel?” He asked.
“Oh, oh god, it’s fine, I’ll get used to it.”
“How about now?” He asked again, this time pushing a button in his pocket.
“Oh, wow.” My eyes lit up.
“Good?”
“Very.” I said, short breathed.
“Stand up, sort your dress back out, let’s get a move on. I can’t wait to see everyone’s jaws hit the floor when they see how absolutely stunning you look.”
I felt like a world famous celebrity dressed like this, and for once I actually felt worthy of being in this luxury car, being driven by this hunk of man candy.
The wedding reception was being held in a downtown hotel ballroom, there were a few guests gathered outside the hotel entrance when we
pulled in, their staring could’ve been less obvious, the looks on their faces when they realised we were arriving in a brand new Ferrari were quite shocking, and somewhat smug.
“It is true.” I heard them quietly muttering between themselves as we walked past. “Sugar daddy much?”
Their jealous snarky remarks were jarring, I didn’t come here expecting to be the topic of conversation, I’m really not that important. And what does it even matter if my man is rich? Does nothing exciting ever happen around here?
Walking inside I scanned the room for Mom, I needed to find out how the whole town had found out about me and Mr. H. Considering she was the only one I told, I knew it had to start there.
“Woah Hannah, look at you!” Mom said, spotting me powering in her direction.
“Mom. We need to talk.” I said, grabbing her by the arm.
“We’ll go get drinks.” Mr. H said, “Come on, Ken.”
“Mom, how does everyone know about Mr. H? People are talking, the hair dresser I saw today knew, and I just heard someone outside calling him my sugar daddy, what the hell is going on?”
“Honey, I’m sorry, I only told Jan… you know what she’s like.”
“Yeah, I do! So why tell her!?”
“I’m sorry baby, what’s the harm in everybody knowing anyway, he’s a catch.”
I huffed, storming away, she doesn’t get it! I hated being in the spotlight, I needed everyone to stop looking at me, my anxiety could not deal with this amount of attention. Mr. H could see the frustration building on my face as I walked towards him at the bar, I saw him reach into his pocket for split second, and then I felt it. It stopped me in my tracks, my eyes grew wide, my cheeks bright red. Fuck, it felt good, but with so many eyes burning in to me, it was equally as humiliating. I didn’t want to enjoy it, unfortunately I was.
“Here’s your drink Hannah. But please don’t drink too much tonight, I have great plans for you later and I need you to at least be somewhat aware.”
I looked up at him, using my eyes to desperately beg him to cease fire, he smiled back seductively. Reaching in to his pocket.
“Oh shit.” I said, far too loud, instead of turning it off he had turned up the intensity, causing a handful of people who were in close vicinity, to turn their attention to us.
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