“Sorry. I just gave her a big fright, my bad.” Mr. H said to the nosey people while reaching back in to his pocket and finally turning off the device.
“Asshole.”
He smiled deviously again, “You love it.”
We were seated with Mom, Dad, Liam and Brendan. It was a replica of last night’s dinner except this time, much more formal. To say I was concerned about Mr. H’s control over my genitalia would be an understatement, knowing he could pleasure me in front of my family at any given moment, without so much as moving from his seat was terrifyingly erotic.
“So, how on earth did you get our Hannah to wear a dress that stunning?” Mom asked Mr. H.
“Oh, I just bought it for her, I didn’t give her a choice.” Mr. H stated manner-of-factly.
That raised a few eyebrows. Luckily for Mr. H the speeches began, putting a halt on whatever was brewing within my mother. Pretending to listen to the speeches, I gazed out the window, lost within my own world, planning what to write when I got the next chance.
Suddenly I was jolted with intense internal vibrations, the way I was seated meant the small piece that stays on the outside of my vagina was rubbing against my clitoris, sending shock waves of vibrations directly to my orgasm button. Mr. H noticed my fidgeting and increasingly flushed cheeks, forcing him to turn the intensity up farther again. I began holding and releasing my breath, in an attempt to stop any noise from exiting my lips.
I gripped Mr. H’s thigh, digging my fingertips into his skin, my whole body tensing, eyes shut, orgasm building, building… nothing. All vibration stopped, right before reaching the climax. I opened my eyes, looking directly up in to his. I was trying to telepathically convey the words ‘How could you?’
He smiled, again. Orgasm Denial was clearly part of his evil master plan for the night.
“Not quite as good as the food at our restaurant.” I said, taking the first bite of my meal.
“Our?” Mr. H responded.
“Sorry, your, your restaurant, my place of work, just seemed easier to say our.”
“I like the sound of our.” He said.
“Mom and I have been wanting to plan a trip to New York.” Dad said, “We will have to come eat at the restaurant. I need to try this amazing food Hannah’s been telling us about. Something about a whiskey caramel sauce?”
I nodded, knowing that would never happen, you see I get my anxiety from my Mother, except she is far worse than I. Mom has only ever been on a plane once, when she was a teenager. That’s when she had her first ever panic attack, vowing to never step foot on a plane again. She also hated long car journeys, so I could say with relative confidence that my Mom would not be visiting my current city of residence, or my place of work, however much Dad wanted to.
When the meals were over and the tables cleared, the music was re-introduced and guests began congregating around the dance floor. The first dance was very sweet, I’d barely met Vanessa’s new husband but you could see their love bubble glowing around them. Vanessa looked beautiful, just like royalty – her ruched dress accented her curvaceous body perfectly with her deep red hair flowing like the little mermaid. She could’ve easily been a cartoon princess.
“Care to dance?” Mr. H asked.
“God no. I can’t dance.”
“I’ll rephrase that. We are dancing.” Mr. H said, reaching back in to his pocket.
It didn’t matter if I saw his hand pushing the button, it was still a huge shock every time the vibrating began. I wrapped my arms around him and followed his lead, burying my head into his chest in order to prevent moans expelling from my lips. The slow movement only added to the direct assault on my clit.
“Oh…” slipped from my breath, muffled by Mr. H’s tuxedo jacket.
“I don’t think so young lady.” Mr. H said, pressing the off button, “You ask permission for your orgasms remember? I don’t care where we are, you want to cum, you ask me first.”
I giggled. Of course I knew the rules. I just enjoyed hearing him enforce them. His deep gruff voice was all the foreplay I ever needed and more. Crazy how just one voice can be used to arouse, soothe, humour, comfort, and frighten at any one given time or used in any combination for scintillating effect.
“Hannah, Hi!” An annoying voice from my childhood jolted me from my blissful arousal.
“Thank you so much for coming.” Vanessa said, “You look – that dress – is something alright.”
“Oh gee thanks V, I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m supposed to say to you. You look beautiful, I wouldn’t have missed it.” I said, lying. I did not want to be here. Not one bit.
“And who is this?” She asked, looking Mr. H up and down like a slab of meat.
“I’m Callan, pleasure to meet you. What a lovely day.”
“Pleasure’s all mine Honey.” Vanessa winked, somewhat in my direction. I think the alcohol haze was throwing off her sense of direction. Luckily a bride never has enough time to speak to her guests for long, short and sweet, and that suited me just fine.
“Another drink?” I asked Mr. H.
“I have a better idea.” He said, grabbing my hand. He escorted me out the door to the courtyard, there were a few dim lamps scattered around the place, and a few groups of people huddled around. We walked by unnoticed as we slipped down the side of the hotel and into a dark alleyway.
Pushing me up against the cold wall, Mr. H cupped a hand over my mouth, reaching down with the other hand to lift my dress. His hand found its way to my damp sex, pulling gently to remove the Kegel balls. Ever so slowly they popped out, one by one, leaving me to feel completely empty. Mr. H placed them carefully in to my clutch that was still hanging over my shoulder.
Ensuring his hand never left my mouth, he unzipped his pants, aligned himself with my glistening entrance, rubbing his tip briefly over my clitoris before filling my aching void. I could hear people talking and walking around. My eyes grew, my pulse quickened, thinking we were about to be caught was both exhilarating and terrifying.
“Shhh.” Mr. H said, never slowing down, continuing to plough himself deep into me, as if consumed by an insatiable need to fuck.
He didn’t seem to care that anyone could walk around the corner and find us, he just had to have me. I don’t think he would’ve stopped even if someone stumbled across us.
“You drive me wild Hannah, I’ve never had the urge to that with anyone until I met you.” Mr. H said as we walked back inside.
“Really?” I asked, “I’m just going to pop into the bathroom, could you pretty please get me that drink now?”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He said, grinning.
He said it again! I internally happy danced, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about that moment from earlier yet. I guess the repetition is all the confirmation I needed now. He loves me? Me.
Walking in to the bathroom, I was on cloud nine, not only from the ‘I love you’ but also the rampant sex I’d just had outside. I didn’t expect to walk straight in to my own mother.
“Hannah, are you feeling ok? You look flushed.”
I laughed, walking in to the stall.
“Hannah? You’re acting strange dear. What’s going on? Are you drunk?”
“He loves me.” I said through the door. “He told me earlier today, and then again just before.”
“And?” Mom said, “Do you love him back?”
“Yes. I think I do.” I replied, coming out from the cubicle I expected to see Mom standing there, but she was already gone, door still flapping from her rapid exit. Oh great, I thought, she’s going to get to him before I even have a chance to tell him how I feel.
Surprisingly Mr. H was standing on the other side of the bathroom door, waiting, Mom nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, for all the great qualities my Mom had, being tactful wasn’t one of them.
“I love you too.” I blurted out of nowhere, “I just had to tell you. I don’t know why it just flew out of my mouth earlier, but the more I thought abo
ut it all day, the more I realised it was the truth.”
“Oh Hannah. I don’t know how I’ve lived these thirty five years without you.”
“Let’s go.” I said, “I wanna get outta here…”
Finding and saying goodbye to my parents was proving tricky, Liam and Brendon were no help whatsoever, after taking full advantage of the open bar they were full of useless information but nothing relevant. Giving up, we were on our way out the door when I spied Mom and Dad walking out of the disabled toilet together.
Sneaking up behind them, I saw prime opportunity to both scare and mortify my parents. “You sly dogs!” I said, tapping them on the shoulders, “I’ve been looking for you two – and you’ve been shacked up in the toilet!”
“I…I…” Mom began.
“No need to be embarrassed Mom, I’m just pleased my parents are still at it, I mean, I love that you guys still want each other after all these years.” I laughed.
“Thank you darling.” Dad said. “Now want did you want us for?”
“We’re leaving, see you tomorrow, lunch?”
“Absolutely.” Mom said. “Bye Love birds.” Of course, she couldn’t help herself could she, even after getting her own ass busted she still had the audacity to make fun of me.
Chapter Twelve.
I must have been exhausted, I don’t even remember getting in the house, let alone into bed. Naked, I especially don’t remember getting undressed… Mr. H wasn’t in bed next to me either, unusual, he normally woke me before he got up.
“What happened?” I asked, walking in to the kitchen.
“You conked out on the ride home, barely woke enough to carry yourself in to bed. You looked so cute and peaceful when I woke up this morning, I figured you needed the sleep.”
“What about the plans you had for last night?”
“They’ll keep, we have plenty more nights together. Coffee?” He asked, pouring a cup before I’d even responded. He seemed to always know my answer, before I even knew. Three steps ahead of my own mind. It was a scary thought. “Writing time.” He said, pointing over to the laptop on the couch.
I never would have thought I would be thankful to hear those words, but just as he said I would, I looked forward to the writing hour, and I never wanted to stop once I started. I was ploughing through the first draft, it felt effortless. So much raw emotion, the words felt real. My body felt the words as I wrote them, ‘He lightly trailed his fingertips down my chest, over my belly button and down to my awaiting warmth…’ It was easy to get lost in the fictional world of my characters. An hour felt like no time at all.
“Time’s up, we’d better get packed up before you head out for lunch.”
“Oh. Yeah ok, are you not coming?” I asked.
“Na, I have some things to do around here. I can drop you in though if you want.”
“Yes please.” We weren’t having lunch too far away, just up the road in pacific beach. My parents liked to spend as much time as possible with me while in town and I have to admit I do too, I never know how much time will go in between visits. I’d probably be back for Christmas, but six months is a long time.
“Honey, we’re so happy to see you so settled and content with Callan.” Mom said over lunch.
“Aw thanks Mom.”
“No really. It is a big relief to know you’re looked after. He really seems to care for you Hannah and that’s all we could hope for our daughter. To feel that same strong love that your father and I share.”
“He’s really great. I’ve never been so happy.” I said, beaming. It was true, I’d never felt like this, I couldn’t believe so much had changed over the course of three short weeks. It’s been a whirlwind romance that’s for sure.
Saying goodbye to my parents never got easier, Mom cried, I cried, Dad made fun of both of us, we hugged it out. It was like some sort of leaving ritual. Except this time I got in to a Ferrari and drove away instead of a bus.
Driving toward the San Diego airport Mr. H was very quiet, he hadn’t said a lot since I’d gotten in the car. “Hannah – When were you going to tell me you were writing about us?” He asked.
“What? You read my writing?” I could feel the blood boiling inside, I felt violated and betrayed.
“You left it open, I had to pack it away – I needed to make sure it was saved… and then it caught my attention.”
“I was going to tell you. When it was done. I needed to know if it was any good or not first.” I said. “I would’ve showed you, when I was ready!”
“Well, I liked it.” Mr. H said.
Silence was enough for me to show him how I felt. The bubble had finally burst. I was angry, angry with him for the first time. I didn’t want to sit on a plane with him for the next six hours. I sat staring out of the plane window, watched a movie, ordered as much food as I could possibly consume and then a little bit more, I did everything I could think of in order to avoid talking to Mr. H.
“I’m sorry Hannah, I really didn’t intend on reading any of it.” He said, about half way between San Diego and New York.
“But you still did.” Was all I could muster.
“I loved it though, I loved the way you’ve worded the love we share.”
I put my headphones back on. I was glad he wasn’t against the idea, I just wasn’t ready to let him read it. He shouldn’t have read any of it. I thought I could trust this man. Clearly not.
Getting off the plane, I’d barely spoken two full sentences to the man I’d just declared my unadulterated love for the night before. I needed to get back to my apartment. I needed some space, I needed time to think.
“I don’t want to end the weekend this way.” Mr. H said as we got into his car.
“I didn’t want my writing to be read this way either, but here we are.”
“I am sorry Hannah, how many times do you want me to say that? I’ll say it until I’m blue in the face if it will make a difference.”
“No thanks. Just please take me home.”
“Ok, but just so we’re clear… I really liked what I read, and I would love to read more if you would let me.”
“I did want you to read it, that’s not the problem.” I said, “The fact that you went behind my back and read it without my knowledge, is the problem.”
“I never intended on betraying your trust Miss James. I do hope you keep writing – I have so many more exciting ideas for us that may lead to some great material.”
I smiled, much to my own frustration, He always knew what to say. Tempting me with the possibility of more new experiences was a sure fire way to get me back on board and then wrapping it with a writing material bow was a genius move.
Pulling up outside my apartment, I was in a much better mood than when I stepped foot on to the plane in San Diego, I was even beginning to realise – I may have over reacted. After all, I did leave it open. I was having far too much fun falling in love with this man to let one small disagreement ruin it.
“Miss… Miss…” I heard running toward me as we walked up to my apartment.
Turning around I realised it was my Landlord. “Miss… There was a break in at your apartment last night, your neighbour heard a lot of banging and crashing, he came out into the corridor to just get a glimpse of him leaving – I was going to ring the police but the neighbour said he recognised the man. I suggest you talk to your neighbour and make a call to the police. I cannot have this happening in my building Ma’am.”
I looked up at Mr. H in a moment of sheer panic. A chill washed over me and I felt instantly sick to my stomach.
“I will sort this Hannah.” Mr. H said, “I’m calling the police right now.” After a brief two minute phone call, Mr. H assured me the police were on their way, and that we were not to enter my apartment without them. “Let’s go talk to that neighbour.” Mr. H suggested.
“Can you?” I asked, shakily.
Standing there listening to Mr. H question my neighbour, my fear was realised. Jason. My neighbour recogni
sed him as the man who used to frequently visit me. He said Jason seemed far more agitated than he had ever come across in the two years they bumped into each other in the corridor.
Two officers arrived barely ten minutes after Mr. H’s phone call. I was terrified about what state my apartment was going to be in. They entered first, ensuring the scene was clear. They took a couple of vague photos before taking my, my neighbour’s and my landlord’s statements and leaving just as quickly as they had arrived. Bigger fish to fry than a scorned lover I suppose.
It looked as though a bomb had gone off, the entire contents of my apartment sprawled far, wide and broken. My new clothes all ripped and torn, my crockery smashed, my (luckily) old laptop with a giant footprint through the screen, and my favourite cat ornament that my Grandmother left me when she passed was in a thousand small pieces on the floor.
I burst in to tears, falling into a crumbled mess on the floor, sobbing. “How could he? Why is he trying to destroy me? He was there when Nan passed, he knew how much she meant to me.”
“That Bastard.” Mr. H said, angrier than I had ever seen. “Where’s your phone? I’m calling Jade. We are going to need all the help we can get to clean this mess up.”
Jade and Ben came bursting through the door what only felt like a moment later, fortunately they only lived five minutes away, Jade made a bee-line for me, wrapping her arms around me enveloping me, squeezing me tight and not letting go for at least a minute. I think she needed that hug just as much as I did.
“I can’t believe he did all this.” Ben said, walking around scoping out the apartment.
“How about you girls go up the road and get coffees, we will get started on clearing this out.” Mr. H said, handing me his credit card.
“You sure?”
“Yes baby, go for a walk please, I don’t want you getting any more overwhelmed. Ben and I have got this.”
I couldn’t believe I had just been furious with this man, how could that’ve been possible? He was the comfort I had been looking for my whole life, he always knew the right way forward through any situation.
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