MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  “Yes Hannah, I have.” His eyes hit the floor, there was clearly more to this story.

  “Have you had sex with her?” Another stupid question, Hannah, when will you ever learn? Stop asking questions you don’t want to hear the answer to.

  “No.” Mr. H’s eyes still firmly placed on the floor, he swallowed hard, “I was involved in a threesome she had organised for her and her girlfriend. I never fucked Katie, but I did have sex with the other woman, the other woman who went on to fall in love with me instead of her. Rachel.”

  Holy fuck, mind blown, it all made sense now, Katie hates Rachel with a passion, Katie said Rachel was using Pete to stay close to Mr. H, But Rachel and Katie were a couple? I could not imagine that. Rachel is just so – well – she’s a real bitch.

  “This might be too messy.” I said, “I’ll have to talk to Katie.” As nervous as I was to even attempt that. Not yet though. Food first. My stomach was growling.

  “Oh – there was something else I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Mr. H began, why does a small statement like that, fill someone with so much dread? “The night Katie kissed you, I’d gone to see Pete.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Because Pete and Rachel broke up.”

  “Yeah.”

  “But, they broke up because of me, well, us.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, getting impatient.

  “Well, you know I invited Pete to watch us.” He said, “Well, Rachel really wasn’t happy about it, she started accusing Pete of wanting you instead of her, and she ended up giving him an ultimatum, she said, ‘you can watch them, but if you do – I’m leaving you.’ And so he said, ‘Pack your bags.’ And she’s very bitter over it.”

  Oh for fuck sake.

  All of this over a fucking hypothetical situation that I hadn’t even agreed to, yet.

  “Right.” I said, “I can’t deal with that shit show right now. What’s for dinner I’m famished.”

  “No, Hannah, I don’t think you get it, Rachel is blaming you. She’s a loose cannon, just try to ignore whatever she says to you if you come across her.”

  “Like I said, Right, ok. Moving on, Dinner, please.” Rachel could go suck a fat one, she wasn’t worth pride of place in my mind tonight. Food. Now. Then, Katie.

  “We still have plenty of your Mom’s soup, and yes, before you ask – plenty of garlic bread too.”

  Fairly certain I’d eaten more bread in the last week than all of my life put together, but, it’s just all I seemed to be hungry for, all that seemed to sit well in my dodgy belly, I thought I would be back to normal by now, but I was still intermittently feeling sick, I really didn’t want to have to book a doctor’s appointment, but it was looking more and more likely as each day passed.

  As we ate, Mr. H asked me more about this morning’s meeting, and more specifically, he wanted to know the name I’d chosen to publish under.

  In that moment I realised I probably should’ve spoken to him about the name before I picked it, especially since I’d already gone ahead and used his last name, I don’t know what came over me.

  “Samantha Hart.” I clenched my jaw, shutting my eyes tight, waiting for the reaction. I had no idea which way this would go, he would either love the fact I’d used his surname, or he’d be really mad that I didn’t ask first.

  “Hart?” He asked, “As in, my name?”

  “Ah – Yeah, I’m so sorry, I know I should’ve asked first.”

  “Wow.” He beamed, “Does this mean you might actually want to take my last name in the future?”

  What a relief, he wasn’t angry, but… now I’ve given him the idea that I’m not as opposed to marriage as I’d been letting on. If I was really honest, I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it anymore, all thoughts I had of my future now contained Mr. H.

  “Maybe.” That’s all I was going to give him right now, even though I’d already started to plan the wedding in my head, the wedding that I thought I never wanted. But if losing Jade had taught me anything, it was to live life, to take chances when we are given them, because we just are never going to know when our time is up, until it’s too late.

  “Hannah Hart sounds a lot better than Samantha Hart though, if you ask me.” No, nobody asked you Sir. God damn it, I was not ready to talk about marriage yet. Or… I wasn’t ready to admit I was ready yet. Yeah, I know, I’m one hard to understand woman.

  Instead of blasting him to next weekend I just smiled, lips pressed firmly together, eyebrows raised slightly, adding a vague nod. I didn’t want him to think that I would never want it – I definitely did want it if things keep going according to his plan.

  “Do you mind if I go sit outside for a while?” I asked, “I just need to think about what I want to say to Katie.” And I needed to be alone while I did it. I didn’t need Mr. H’s interference, he had this way of swaying my opinion without me even realising.

  “Go ahead, I’ve got some work stuff to catch up on.”

  One of the worst things about being a writer, and one with anxiety at that, was that we over think every piece of text we write, I don’t know how many times I wrote out a message to Katie before deleting and starting over. I knew what I wanted to say, but fuck, I just couldn’t word it in the right way. Not that there was a right way to word I want to lick your cunt. Nope. Can’t say that.

  ‘Hi, I don’t really know how to say what I want to say, so I’m just going to come out with it… I want you, and I know you feel the same, Mr. H told me, he also told me that if we wanted to, we could explore our sexual attraction to one another. There is a slight catch though, but I guess I just wanted to know if you wanted to meet up and talk about it some more? Hannah. X’

  As I pressed send I felt this horrible feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, I’d done it, I’d told her, she was about to find out that I felt the same way as she did.

  My breathing was becoming more rapid and my heart rate was definitely increasing, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in attempt to calm myself, but all that achieved was extremely erotic visions of Katie and I, deep in embrace, laying on top of a bed, hands roaming, exploring one another’s bodies.

  My phone vibrated not long after sending my text,

  ‘Fuck yes I want to talk about it, I knew I felt something real. When? Katie. Xx’

  Eeeek, I felt like a teenager.

  ‘Tomorrow? Meet me, 10am, at that little café on the corner by Collared.’

  Fuck, what was I doing? Could I really go through with this? It’s just a talk, that’s all, I’ll be fine. At least that’s what I told myself anyway.

  ‘Can’t wait. Xx’

  I knew I was leaving out crucial information, I hadn’t mentioned Rachel like I planned, I hadn’t asked about her dommely ways, I hadn’t told her yet about Mr. H needing to be present, I just needed to be alone with her first. I’d deal with the rest later. I was purely acting on lust at this point.

  I sat outside, just enjoying the warm summer’s night, watching the clouds roll through in front of the moon, wishing I could talk to Jade about all this. The book, Katie, Rachel, Jason, just life in general. I knew she would’ve had such great advice. I felt so lost.

  “You coming up to bed?” It startled me awake, I didn’t even realise I’d started drifting off to sleep out there, “Sorry Hannah, I didn’t mean to give you a fright, come on.” He said, reaching out a hand for me to grab.

  Wandering on up the staircase, I turned around to examine my surroundings, it never ceased to amaze me how I ended up here. On top of Manhattan, with the man of my dreams, in the condo of many people’s dreams. I would’ve never expected one job interview, one first shift on my new job, could lead to this. This brand new life.

  Climbing in to his incredibly large bed, the most comfortable bed I’d ever laid on, I felt the urge to be honest with Mr. H, I didn’t want him to think I was hiding anything from him. I wanted all of this, whatever it was, to be completely above board.

/>   “I’m meeting Katie for coffee tomorrow morning.”

  “I see.”

  That was it. Hah. Great talk Sir.

  It felt so strange to be in a relationship where talking about having coffee with a potential sex interest was mundane stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary. Completely normal pillow talk.

  “The thought of watching you pleasure Katie with your mouth is driving me wild.” He growled in my ear as he snuggled me from behind in a spooning position, except the rather large thing prodding my back was leading me to believe this would be a lot more like forking, than spooning.

  Suddenly, faster than I could react to, I was rolled on to my stomach and Mr. H made sure he kept me there, holding both of my hands behind my back with only one of his, and spreading my legs with his knees. Two of his fingers found their way deep inside me, testing the very warm waters, before lining the head of his cock up at my entrance and slamming all of himself into me. He wasn’t wasting any time today. He was using me for his pleasure alone. Tonight, I was his sex doll, to use however he pleased.

  “You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He asked as he pounded into me, over and over, keeping my hands firmly in place behind my back, with his free hand entangled in my hair, pulling my head up off the pillow.

  “Yes Sir.” I managed to get out before my head was pushed down, smothering my face into the pillow before being let back up just as my oxygen supply was dwindling.

  “Such a good little slut.” He whispered in my ear.

  Chapter Twenty.

  Looking at the bedside clock, 8:35am, I realised I should probably be getting up by now and shower before I met with Katie.

  As I sat up, another realisation kicked in, this time though, it was a wonderful. I didn’t feel sick today. For the last I don’t know how long, sitting up in the morning had led to a bout of what felt like sea sickness, without the sea, or the boat.

  I somewhat fell out of bed and waddled myself to the bathroom, yup, waddled, he really did use me last night. I felt like I’d been riding a bike. Or the bike had been riding me. Reaching in to turn on the shower head, revealed sore arms too, being held behind my back like that had really put a strain on my underworked flabby arm muscles.

  I’d been majorly slacking on the fitness side of life lately, I needed to channel my inner Jade and get my regime back on track. I wanted to look my best for Mr. H, and the amount of time he seemed to want me naked, I had nowhere to hide.

  The extra hot water hitting my skin was a relief to my sore body, although I wished there was a seat, which was the only way this shower was getting any better. Well, unless Mr. H was here too, but unfortunately he wasn’t. He had some important meetings of his own this morning. Something about new products, I have no idea what, I’d gotten good at pretending to be interested in restaurant stuff without ever having a clue what he was going on about.

  After drying myself, I wrapped a towel around my torso and went looking through the closet for something to wear. I wasn’t expecting to find notes on three laid out well put together outfits as I walked in, one sexy executive looking pencil skirt and blouse combo, one white button down dress with black polka dots, and one pair of ripped light-blue skinny jeans with a fitted grey tee-shirt.

  ‘I think Katie would love to see you in any of these. I know I would. Mr. H. x’

  As soon as I saw there was an option with jeans, I knew that was me. I know Mr. H liked me in skirts and dresses, but if I got to choose, my preference would always be the comfort of a nice pair of jeans.

  I let my ashy blonde hair fall naturally, and only put on enough makeup to appear put together but not try-hard. This felt like a date. A date with a woman. Something very new for me. Not that it was a real date. It was just a simple chat, a chat about sleeping together, minus the sleep, plus the boyfriend. Now that’s one hell of an equation.

  This would also be the first time I’d driven my new car alone, I’d barely even driven it with Mr. H in the passenger seat, shit, I’d barely driven around Manhattan full stop, in any car, let alone a brand new white Range Rover Sport that would easily reveal any new imperfections in its paint job.

  Shakily, I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter and headed out the door to the elevator, and all the way down to the underground carpark where I located my giant beast of a vehicle, why he couldn’t have bought me something smaller I have no idea.

  Opening the driver’s door and climbing up into it, I almost felt like I needed a step ladder, but once inside I found a cute little sticky note stuck to the steering wheel,

  ‘Park in our restaurant carpark, come in and see me after your coffee date please. Love you, so fucking much. Mr. H. x’

  I loved him so fucking much too. I’d been stressing about where I’d park this damn tank, and now my stress just floated away. Collared was already set in the GPS locations so this should be a walk in the park. I hoped.

  And it really wasn’t so bad after all, once I remembered I had to actually breathe in order to drive that is, I’d developed an annoying habit of holding my breath in anxious situations – like attempting to drive my new car all on my own.

  Now that I’d parked the car and was walking toward the café, I was shaking so much more than I was while driving. I don’t know why, but I was far more nervous to talk to Katie than I was to drive.

  I arrived at the café, early as per usual, and surprisingly Katie was already there, sitting way down the back in a nicely secluded, quiet, table. Stopping off at the counter to order my latte gave me an extra brief moment to compose myself before joining her, I don’t know what I had in mind in order to compose myself but dropping all the coins out of my purse on to the counter and surrounding floor, really wasn’t helping. Fucking nervous sweaty hands.

  Apologising profusely I scurried around picking every last coin up like it was a lolly scramble, before finally paying for my coffee and praying Katie didn’t witness the entirety of what I’d just done.

  Unfortunately the humoured smile across her face proved she saw all of my awesome awkwardness.

  “Hi.” Katie beamed, “Great entrance.”

  I was mortified. Why couldn’t I be as cool, calm and collected as her? How was I ever going to talk about why we were there if I couldn’t even buy a coffee without my complete incompetence shining brightly.

  “Oh, I know. All part of the plan.” Not. Really not.

  Once our coffees arrived we chatted about unimportant nonsense, I couldn’t figure out how to just bring it up, I was getting annoyed with myself, confidence was always a struggle for me, but this was getting ridiculous.

  “So…” Katie said, “Callan said we could have some fun did he?”

  I gulped, here we go, no running away screaming now.

  “Yeah, he did, with a few stipulations though.”

  She nodded, “Of course, I have a couple of my own. You go first.”

  Wait… Katie has stipulations too?

  “Oh, um, he said, only if we have no romantic feelings for each other, and um, it has to be at his place… and… he has to be there too. He doesn’t want to be involved or anything, just be there, watching I suppose.” I looked away, I didn’t want to see how she was going to react to that last one.

  When I looked back up in Katie’s direction, she was smiling, none of that seemed to be bothering her, if it was, she definitely wasn’t letting it show.

  “Is that all?” She said, “I was expecting more from him.”

  “Oh? Well… what about yours then?” I asked, worried, if she was expecting more from Mr. H, what rules could she possibly have?

  “I had anticipated that Callan would want to be present, so, one of my rules were that he wasn’t allowed to touch – either of us. And the other rule – you must submit to me, I’m not interested in just playing make believe lesbian lovers, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly, with you as my sub for the night.”

  I hadn’t considered that, Mr. H had told me she was dominant, but, he
never said that she would want to really dominate me, I’d just assumed some of her controlling attributes would come in to play, not all of them.

  “Oh. Wow. Ok. Um…”

  “Take your time to think about it Hannah. You don’t have to decide right now, or even today. Just talk it through with Callan, he knows a lot about that side of me, so he will be able to help you make an informed decision.”

  Holy shit. I was not expecting this. I’d barely scratched the surface of being sexually dominated by a man, I had no idea what that would be like with a woman. But, judging by the quickly dampening crotch of my jeans, I think I wanted to find out.

  I nodded, too afraid to speak, I thought she would easily be able to hear the lust in my voice otherwise. All I could now think about was getting my lips back touching hers.

  “Am I allowed to kiss you now?” Katie asked, as if she could read my mind.

  “I don’t know. But, I really would like that.”

  That’s all Katie needed to hear, she leant across the table, caressing my face and neck as she brought me in closer, lightly touching her lips on mine for just a small second before I felt her tongue dart inside my slightly opened mouth. Fireworks were going off inside my body, her kiss was electrifying.

  “Wow.” I said, biting my lower lip as she sat back into her seat.

  “Don’t do that.” She said, “If I see you biting that lip again I’ll be dragging your cute little butt into the ladies room to show you what it makes me want to do to you.”

  Half of my brain was screaming Do it again at that point, and the other half was wondering how we could ever go back to just being friends after this. Neither of us wanted to be any more than friends, but how do you switch off a sexual attraction, if either of us enjoy our experience… won’t we want more?

  “Katie… there is something else I wanted to mention.”

  “Okay…” She looked genuinely concerned by what was coming next.

  “I know all about Rachel.”

  Katie’s head hung, she looked down at the floor, this was definitely still a touchy subject and probably one that I shouldn’t have brought up by the looks of it.