MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  “What are you going to do about Jason?” Jade asked. I knew she meant well, but I did not want to hear that name. Not now, not ever again if possible.

  “Anything, I want to talk about anything, but him.” I answered, wiping the rogue tear falling from my eye.

  “Ok…” Jade began, before obviously deciding I needed something massive to cheer me up, and she happened to have the most perfect way to do it, “Ben and I have decided we’re keeping the baby!”

  More tears, this time happy ones, completely overcome with emotions. It had been one massive rollercoaster of a day. “This is the absolute best news you could’ve told me right now.” I said, damn near jumping up and down. “What made you make that decision?”

  “I knew I’d always wanted to be a dancer – but I’ve also always dreamt of being a mother. I don’t want to risk missing what could be my only opportunity to do this.”

  “You will be the best Mom!” I said, hugging her tight, tears still streaming down my face, “And Ben is going to make such a great Dad.”

  Once we’d talked through all the exciting baby news and picked up the coffees, we headed back to check on the boy’s cleaning progress, I didn’t care how far they’d gotten – I wanted to pack a bag and get out of there for the night. I was shattered. As always, Mr. H was one step ahead of me, with a bag already packed for me on our arrival. “Let’s go.” He said, “I’ll finish this up tomorrow while you’re working.”

  We thanked Jade and Ben for their support, and I congratulated Ben on the baby, hugging them both excitedly one last time before reluctantly letting them leave my death grip.

  “Come on Baby girl, let’s get you out of here, I think I have a bath and a bed with your name on it.” Mr. H said.

  Exactly what I needed, I felt completely drained, I knew he would take good care of me, and he did. He ran me a bubble bath, helped me undress and eased me in. He bought me up a glass of wine and one of my favourite books. When I was done he helped me out, drying and slipping me in to my nightie. He tucked me in to bed, making sure I was comfortable, before slotting in behind me and snuggling me to a blissful deep sleep.

  Waking the next morning, I don’t think either of us had moved, still perfectly slotted together like two pieces of the same puzzle. Mr. H brushed my hair away from my neck before kissing tenderly up toward my jawline, using his hand to guide my face to his and planting his lips upon mine. “Good morning beautiful.” He said, parting our lips but kissing me again before I could reply. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  “Better.” I said, beginning to throw a leg over his waist.

  Mr. H didn’t wait for me to manoeuvre myself, he took the leg over as a cue to grab my hips and place me right where he wanted me, and the hardness protruding from his boxer briefs proving exactly how much he wanted.

  Just as I leant in, delicately brushing his lips with mine, my cell phone rang, I was planning to ignore it, but Mr. H knew we were expecting a call from the police this morning, so he threw me off and grabbed my phone before it stopped ringing.

  “Hello, Hannah’s phone.”

  Waiting anxiously to hear what’d happened with Jason, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking out over the river. I don’t know what it was that I wanted to hear, but what Mr. H told me next shocked me to my core.

  “Hannah – I don’t know how to tell you, the police, they’ve found Jason – he’s in hospital.”

  “Ok…”

  “He’s attempted suicide, an overdose, I think.”

  My face went white. It was as if the world stopped spinning. He couldn’t have me, so he didn’t want to live? Tears strolled down from my eyes, leaving stained splotches on Mr. H’s sheets. What have I done? I’ve lead him to this?

  Chapter Thirteen.

  After Jason recovered from his overdose, he was questioned and pleaded guilty to breaking in to and trashing my apartment. He was admitted into a psychiatric care unit upon being discharged from the hospital at his parents’ request.

  It took me some time to come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t my fault, but eventually I was glad he was finally getting the help he needed, even if it took such drastic measures to get him there. I was even happier because it meant I could now move on, without the fear of Jason involving himself again.

  Mr. H had cleaned and spruced my apartment back up in only a matter of days, in fact it far surpassed its former glory, taking the opportunity to replace my furniture and paint the walls. It looked like a new apartment. My favourite upgrade he made was a writer’s nook, looking out over only window in the living room. The best surprise he could have possibly given me, as I was spending the majority of the hours of my days writing, proofing, and editing. This book was fast becoming my baby.

  Mr. H had given me the week off work to get my head straight, but I was now ready to get my life back on track. Even if that did mean halting the long writing hours, although being a Monday meant a quiet night of work – I was hoping to sneak some writing in, even if it was only on my break.

  “Hannah! I’ve missed you.” Katie said, hovering around as I put my bag away, “The temp was useless, and honestly, boring as fuck.”

  “That’s good – I thought you guys might’ve replaced me by now.”

  “Like Callan would let that happen… not to mention I think you’re kind of alright.” She joked with a sexy wink.

  We laughed and joked our way through the shift, and it really did help to take my mind off things, even if Mr. H did keep coming in to check on me every half an hour.

  “You coming back to my place?” Mr. H asked as we closed up.

  “If you want.”

  “Of course I want.” He said, “I’d have you with me full time if I could convince you to move in.”

  “One day.” I grinned.

  Calling in at my apartment, I picked up the essentials for an overnighter and I grabbed the freshly printed copy of my manuscript, I decided I would let Mr. H read from the start but only if he promised to keep any critiquing to himself.

  “This – is for you.” I said, handing over my manuscript as I plopped back down into the Mercedes.

  “Oh wow, Hannah,” Mr. H said, startled, “You sure?”

  I shrugged, and nodded. Confusing, I know. But that’s me.

  As we entered the elevator Mr. H mentioned he had something to ask me once we got up to his condo. Well two entirely different things apparently. I threw myself at the couch as we walked in, I was definitely beginning to feel a lot more comfortable around Mr. H, and his home.

  He poured us our usual tipple and sat beside me. “Firstly, I want you to feel free to say no…” He began, “But it’s my Father’s 70th birthday Party on Friday night and I would love for you to come as my date.”

  “I haven’t even met your parents yet.”

  “Well, this will be a good chance, without too much pressure.”

  “What kind of party? Where is it? What will I wear?”

  “A birthday party kind. At my parents’ house. Its formal dress – I will choose something for you don’t worry.”

  “Ok…” I said, “I’ll come.” I had only just agreed to it, but I could feel the anxiety building already. What if they don’t like me? What if I make a fool of myself? What if I look out of place? What if I don’t belong in his world?

  “Hannah…” Mr. H began, snapping me back to, “Can I ask you the second question now?”

  I nodded, anything to take my mind off meeting your parents please!

  “Would you like to look inside my spare room upstairs? …I don’t want you to be caught off guard, so if the answer is yes I will quickly run through what you might find in there.”

  I nodded again, I had been wondering what was in that room since the first night I spent here. Many times I had considered breaking in for a sneaky peak, I knew it wouldn’t be full of his old childhood trophies or stuffed animals, I just wasn’t sure what it was full of, and I desperately wanted to know.

  “O
k, the first day you came here, I told you it was a sort of storage room – but clearly what it stores is not your average run of the mill stuff. It holds all of my bondage gear, sex toys, impact play implements, even a machine or two.”

  “Oh.” Machines? What had I agreed to? What have I gotten myself in to? As scary as this was, surprisingly my arousal and curiosity was much more intense.

  “What I thought was, if you had a look around in there, you might find some things you’re curious about – and I can help you explore what they do, possibly slowly testing what your limits are as we go.”

  “Ok…” I said, as I held a hand over my chest, afraid that if I didn’t, my heart might jump right out of there.

  Following Mr. H up the staircase, I was more nervous than I’d anticipated I would be, I had no idea what I was about to walk in to.

  As he unlocked the door, he grabbed my hand and led me inside. It was very dark at first, I couldn’t see anything more than one foot in front of me. I carefully shuffled in and Mr. H quickly closed the door behind us, and then finally I heard the click of a light switch.

  Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck – here we go.

  After my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting I realised just why Mr. H had the door locked. As I looked around the room I could barely believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t white and airy like all the other rooms, there were no big sprawling windows, no wide open spaces and the walls were painted a deep dark grey.

  One wall was almost like a collector’s display with shelves and hooks for hanging things from– but instead of antiques on display there were; paddles, belts, floggers, crops, restraints, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, vibrators, clamps and so, so much more. The toy wall – I named it.

  There was a long, solid table against another wall, stacked with a collection of oils, lubes, fabrics, sensory equipment and candles. Walking by the table produced a cloud of smells, lavender, vanilla, mmm almost intoxicating.

  There was stuff everywhere, more than I’d ever seen in any sex shop, things I didn’t know the names of, things I’d never even seen before, and things that no matter how much thought I put into, I couldn’t figure out what they could possibly be for.

  “Wow.” I said, “This place is both arousing and extremely terrifying.”

  “Overwhelmed?”

  “A little.” I nodded.

  “Ok, do you want to choose one thing for tonight or do you just want to get out of here?” He asked.

  “Oh I’m not leaving empty handed, overwhelmed or not, this room is incredible.” I smiled teasingly, “Can I choose more than one?”

  “No. Just one for tonight.” Mr. H said, lips curling in to a devious grin, eyes fixated on my body as I walked around the room, trying to make my decision.

  “I stumbled across a very peculiar looking metal bar, with two leather cuffs attached, one on each end. “This intrigues me.” I said, running my hand along the cold metal. “I choose this one.”

  The wide smile that shot across Mr. H’s face could’ve probably been less obvious, he grabbed it and lead me from the room before I had even the slightest of chances to reconsider, locking the door behind him. There was no way I would be allowed to change my mind now. I’d made my choice, and now it was time to live with the consequence.

  “Remove all of your clothing please Miss James. Go to the bathroom. Do everything you need and return to stand at the end of the bed.” Mr. H instructed as we walked in to the master suite.

  Walking from the ensuite naked was always exhilarating, with the huge windows it always felt as though we were being watched, adding to the lustrous atmosphere. I stood at the end of the bed, waiting for further instruction, shaking, but not from being cold, the shaking was purely adrenaline induced.

  “Legs spread, hip width apart. Hands on the bed. Head facing forward. Don’t move.”

  Fuck, my pussy was quivering, his orders sending a shudder of pleasure throughout. My body was beginning to react purely to his words these days, I was beginning to wonder whether it would be possible to have a full blown orgasm without him even touching me.

  “Miss James, remember our traffic light system? You will need that today. Green for everything is good, yellow for you’ve reached your limit but you’re good to continue, slowly, Red to make everything stop, immediately. Understand?”

  “Yes Sir.” Now I really was nervous, I wondered if he could hear the nerves in my voice, if he could feel my legs quivering, if he could see the adrenaline fuelled Goosebumps all over my skin.

  Mr. H wrapped one leather cuff around my ankle, fastening it, checking that is wasn’t too loose or too tight, “What you’ve chosen Miss James, is a spreader bar. I attach each of these cuffs to your ankles, and the bar in between prevents you from closing your legs – giving me full and complete access at all times.” By the time he had finished explaining what this ‘spreader bar’ does, the second ankle cuff was securely in place. “How does that feel Hannah?”

  I attempted to move, to close my legs, but just as he said, I couldn’t. I felt completely vulnerable, and I liked it. A lot. “Both incredibly scary and incredibly hot.” I replied, “I feel like the entire world can see my pussy through the window.”

  “And you like that, don’t you, you’re getting even wetter now, thinking about somebody watching us aren’t you, dirty girl.” Mr. H said, swiping two fingers up my sex, before bringing his palm down firmly with a swat on my ass cheek, “Yup, definitely wet. Now, remember what I said, hands stay on the bed, eyes stay fixed forward.”

  “Yes, Sir, Green.” I said, wiggling my butt in the air for added effect. I was beginning to enjoy teasing Mr. H, normally a simple butt wiggle in his direction was enough to warrant his full attention. Today was no exception, a series of hard slaps rained down on my ass, with the occasional slip of a finger in to my quickly moistening pussy.

  “I’ll be right back.” He said, “Don’t move.” And just like that, he was out the door.

  Seconds, lead in to minutes, how many minutes I’m unsure but having to hold this position without moving was proving difficult, just a few more seconds surely, I told myself. But it wasn’t. Many more minutes passed, I thought about calling out to him but I didn’t want to risk ruining the moment. I couldn’t bare it any longer, I turned my head to look toward the door – and there he was, just standing there.

  “I told you not to move, I told you not to turn your head. You’ve disobeyed my orders Miss James.”

  “I’m sorry Sir.” I said, hanging my head. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, I knew whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be for my pleasure, not now, I thought I’d ruined that chance. But when I saw him walking over with what appeared to be a vibrating wand in his hand, I thought, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. In retrospect, that was a very naïve thought.

  At first, the wand placed directly on my clit felt fucking spectacular, it was powerful, more powerful than any vibrator I had ever felt before. It didn’t take long at all before I was building up to my first orgasm. “Ohh god, Sir can I cum please?” I begged.

  “Yes baby, I’m giving you permission to orgasm without asking tonight.” He replied, well, that’s nice, I thought. Yet another naïve thought.

  The first orgasm was extremely large, my body shuddered in pleasure, moans escaped my lips, but the wand didn’t budge, it stayed firmly pressed against my now swollen, sensitive clitoris. The first orgasm was still coming to an end when I felt the second approaching,

  “Ohh Fuck!” I said, feeling the waves building, it was so intense, but still felt amazing.

  “Oh, oh, oh. Ohhhhh!” I yelled, the orgasm taking over, my body twitching. But still, the wand never moved. As the second orgasm left my body it began to feel uncomfortable, still pleasurable yet with a hint of pain. My body writhed around, trying to escape the vibration, but it only added to the pressure on my clit, bringing the inevitable third orgasm closer.

  “Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk!” I screamed in to the bed covers, I cou
ld feel liquid dribbling down the inside of my leg as the orgasm began, it felt as though my pussy was convulsing. I had never been this wet. Ever. This third orgasm seemed to never end, it was becoming very painful.

  “Ah, ah, ah” I panted, before finally saying, “Yellow!”

  “Good girl, Miss James, now do we understand that we do not disobey Sir’s orders?” He asked, removing the wand from its assault on my poor clitoris. I could tell from the way he asked that he would’ve had the biggest devious smirk across his face. Like he was so proud of himself for proving his point in such glorious fashion.

  “It’s my turn now.” He said, unzipping his pants, pushing my head down on to the bed and holding it there with a firm grip on my hair, before lining the head of his cock up at my ultra-slippery entrance. In one swift motion, he yanked my head up and slid his cock all the way inside me, producing a manly growl from within him.

  Waking up the following morning, I was alone in Mr. H’s bed which was unusual, normally we lay in bed together before we began our day. I slipped out of bed and found my robe before floating down stairs to find him. I was in such a good mood after such an eye opening evening. I knew for certain that I wanted more, I wanted to experience everything Mr. H had to offer, I wanted to learn more of my limits.

  I found him out on the balcony, coffee in one hand, my manuscript in the other. He appeared to be a decent amount of pages in.

  “There’s fresh coffee in the plunger, help yourself, you know where everything is.” He said, without looking up, “You know, this is good stuff. I don’t know if it’s because it’s about us, or whether it’s just your great writing but –” He shifted in his seat, revealing what looked to be one erect cock beneath his trousers. “Yes Hannah, it really is that good.”

  I couldn’t believe my writing had given Mr. H a boner, I couldn’t think of a much better compliment to be honest, words can be lies, but a boner, now that doesn’t lie does it? I had so many questions though, what part had given him an erection? Was there anything he didn’t like? Did he like how I had portrayed him?

  “When did you say you were meeting with the publisher?” Mr. H asked as I walked back out on to the balcony with coffee in hand. “Would you like me to come with you?”