MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  After locking up my apartment, I walked on down to where I’d parked my car, but as soon as it was in view I knew something was wrong – all four of my tyres had been slashed. Who the fuck would do this? And how long ago did it even happen? I hadn’t been near it since I’d awkwardly parked it there on Tuesday. I wasn’t used to having a car, I didn’t think to check on it. It’s not like an animal or something, I figured it would be fine.

  Mr. H to the rescue – again, I don’t understand how he wasn’t sick of me and my drama yet, but, after I rang him, in tears I might add, he sent down a tow truck to deliver it to the closest mechanic and then met me at my apartment to pick me up.

  “It’s just one thing after another.” I said as I slumped down into the luxurious leather seats of the Mercedes.

  “I spoke to the police on my way here, they told me that there have been twelve reported cases of tyre slashing down your street this week – so I don’t think this was actually related to you Hannah.”

  If I wasn’t sitting down, belted in to a car seat, I would’ve probably done some form of happy dance to celebrate, instead, I just waved my arms around in the air like a maniac, nearly knocking Mr. H out in the process.

  “So, what do you want to do tonight then?” I asked a very serious faced Mr. H, his driving face – so much concentration, but sexy, and that was an understatement.

  “Well, I had an idea, but I don’t know how you’ll feel about it… you’ve been so stressed, I just thought – maybe this could help you let your hair down and relax?”

  “Okay okay, spit it out already…” I was getting impatient, it’s not like him to beat around the bush – with anything.

  “How would you feel about letting Pete watch tonight? Explore your exhibitionist side a little? Just think about it.”

  I didn’t reply right away, I wanted to do just what he said, think about it, not only was this a whole new experience for me, I’d never had anyone watch me have sex before – let alone all the other things we would do, and then… it was Pete, Rachel’s ex, and this was the reason they’d split up after all. Could I really add fuel to the fire and go through with it?

  By the time we’d arrived at Mr. H’s condo, I’d come up with a cunning plan, a plan that I was sure he wouldn’t be able to refuse. It only seemed fair…

  “So, I’ve decided, I’ll only agree to Pete being here, if Katie is here too.” I know I’d only just recently gone back to the friend zone with Katie, but this wasn’t anything to do with me and her, it was purely to keep the playing field even, although, the idea of having her there was much hotter than Pete.

  Mr. H’s head tilted slightly as he processed the information, there was a strange expression across his face, oh fuck, I knew what that look was, he was annoyed with me.

  “I thought I made the decisions around here Miss James, what do you think gives you the right to make such a demand?”

  “Well, because you love me, Sir.” I fluttered my eyelashes at him, while trying to make the sweetest smile appear on my face, I knew I’d messed up, but I wondered if I’d found his weakness.

  “God damn it, Hannah James, you do things to me that nobody else has ever managed to do, I’ll go give Pete and Katie a call – you young lady, can start cooking us dinner, you owe me for sassing me into saying yes. Using the ‘love’ card is cheating, but I’ll let you away with it… this time.”

  Oh my god, in all the time we’d been together now – not that it was that long – I’d never cooked for him, I knew how to cook, sure, but this was cooking under pressure to impress, the way things were going, my future husband. He wouldn’t want his wife, or the mother of his children, to be a bad cook, our entire relationship was riding on this meal…or at least, that’s what my anxiety was telling me anyway, I tried not to believe that bitch.

  What to cook, what to cook, I couldn’t make a decision even if my life depended on it, so not even two minutes after he left the room, I went looking for Mr. H, spying him outside on the balcony, I tried signalling to him, but there’s no way he was understand what my insane movements were for, so he poked his head in,

  “What do you want me to cook?” I asked, frazzled, and panicked.

  “Oh shit, sorry baby, I forgot to tell you didn’t I?” I nodded back before he carried on, “There are two ribeye steaks in the top of the fridge, aaaaand maybe make a nice Greek salad to go with it?”

  “Yes Sir.” I winked, feeling much better with some instruction, far less anxious.

  After taking the steaks out, because I watched a show once that told me you must cook your meat from room temperature, I went searching for salad ingredients…lettuce leaves, tomatoes, cucumber, olives, feta, and lemon to dress… yeah that should do it.

  By the time Mr. H had finished on the phone, I had already assembled a fairly decent looking salad, even if I did say so myself. But now, it was the moment of truth, I needed to cook these steaks to perfection, I knew that he liked his steak cooked to medium rare, so, that was my target. Seasoning the steaks liberally with sea salt and freshly cracked black pepper, I heated up the pan until it was good and hot, and when I placed the steaks down onto the pan, the loud sizzle was music to my ears…perfect temperature pan – check, now just a couple of minutes on each side, before bringing them out to rest.

  Sliding the steaks onto a plate each and adding a generous portion of salad before finishing it off with a final drizzle of lemon juice and olive oil, wow, I’d even impressed myself tonight. I proudly marched the meals out on the the balcony to an awaiting Mr. H.

  “Sir, Dinner is served.” I even added an attempted cute curtsey as I placed his meal down in front of him.

  “Looks great Hannah, Thank you.”

  Ok, that’s one step in the right direction, now it just has to taste as good as it looks and it’ll be a giant success! I watched as Mr. H stuck his fork into the beautifully caramelized steak, picking up his knife and sliding it through as if it were going through butter – yes! I nearly screamed that out loud as he was examining his one hundred percent perfectly cooked medium rare steak. Hannah James, take a mother fucking bow.

  Hannah 1 vs Anxiety 1,000. I’d finally overcome the urge to ‘I’ll cook it a smidge longer – just in case’ which usually led to a very overcooked meal.

  “This really is good baby, where did you learn to cook?” Mr. H seemed surprised.

  “Honestly? During bouts of insomnia over the years, I used to sit up at night watching the cooking channel. After that many hours, you tend to pick up a few things.”

  I’d never had anyone to test them out on until now though, I never saw the point in cooking extravagant food just for myself, and Jade wouldn’t touch anything with any more than a couple of hundred calories in it. She ran a mile when I once cooked a big ol’ cheesy lasagne, it was almost as if she thought that just being in the same room as it would cause her to gain weight. In retrospect, Jade had such an unhealthy relationship with food. To her – food was the devil.

  “So, how did your calls go before?” I’d grown too curious to wait for him to bring it up, I thought it would’ve been the first thing Mr. H wanted to talk about.

  “Good. 10pm.” That’s all he said, he really wasn’t giving much away, but I guess that’s all I really needed to know wasn’t it?

  “Ok sweet, that gives me plenty of time to load up on the alcoholic courage.”

  “I’d rather you didn’t actually Hannah, I need you to have your wits about you, things can definitely get out of hand when there’s been alcohol consumed.”

  Oh, well fuck, shit just got way more scary.

  How was I supposed to essentially ‘perform’ for two people without any level of intoxication? Two people in our social circle to be more exact, and they were going to see me entirely naked and completely vulnerable. Although I was terrified, my pussy on the other hand was beginning to throb, it was thoroughly enjoying the thought of what was about to happen tonight.

  “Do I get to know what you’v
e got planned?”

  “Seriously Hannah? Why would I tell you what to expect? I think you’re forgetting who the boss around here is.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” I scrunched up my nose in spite, which was I admit, a little too bratty.

  “Go take a bath and get cleaned up before our visitors arrive, and that attitude of yours could use a good cleaning up too.”

  Yeah, I agree, I don’t know what had gotten into me, I was all over the place lately, happy, sad, grumpy, mad, and tired – especially tired. It was going to be a challenge to stay awake long enough for Katie and Pete to arrive, not to mention however long this is going to go on for, I couldn’t imagine that this would be a quickie.

  Maybe I could just take a quick nap, I thought to myself, it was only seven thirty, so I still had a good two and a half hours until their expected arrival. I briefly ran through the shower instead of having a bath, dried myself and climbed up into bed naked, setting the alarm on my phone for one hour, which should be just enough sleep to see me through.

  Waking up – not by my alarm though, by a tall Mr. H looming over me, I wondered what was going on so I picked up my phone, 10:01pm – oh shit!

  I hadn’t set the alarm properly, I’d done everything except press ‘on.’

  “Sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, are they here?” I asked, still slightly asleep and struggling to pull myself out of it.

  “No Hannah, they’re not coming, I came up here about an hour ago and found you so peacefully sleeping, so I rain checked for tomorrow night, 7pm this time – so you can actually stay awake, Grandma.”

  “But – but – but I’m awake now!”

  “Good.” Mr. H said with that evil deviant grin, “I can get some practice in for tomorrow night then. Meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”

  Oh man, that meant I had to get out of my warm cosy little spot on the bed, and probably find a robe and slippers – for now, I’m sure Mr. H wouldn’t actually allow them to last very long attached to my body.

  As I walked down the staircase, I got a distinct whiff of chocolate, it felt as though I could taste it from the strong aroma alone, it smelt delicious. Walking past the kitchen island I got a glimpse of the culprit – a recently warmed pot of what looked like dark chocolate. I carried on out to the balcony where Mr. H was setting up a plastic sheet covering the immaculate white tiles underneath the archway.

  It was a beautiful July night, a few clouds but mainly clear sky, the lit up buildings reflected across the water in the distance, the views from this place never grew old. It was a breath-taking spot up here, the only better place I could think of was the magnificent urban forest on top of this condominium.

  The archway already had ropes attached to its four corners, which gave away the fact that I was being tied to it in an ‘X’ position tonight, and the plastic sheet and melted chocolate could only mean one thing… I was going to be Mr. H’s dessert.

  “Remove those.” Mr. H pointed at the robe and slippers, “And come over here.”

  Moving into position under the arch, Mr. H quickly tied me in place, he was working fast tonight, but the intricate knots against my skin still looked as perfect as ever. When I was exactly where he wanted me, he presented a blindfold from his back pocket.

  “You’ll be keeping this on until I decide it’s time for removal. You do not get freedom of speech tonight, you are only to speak when spoken to, and you will only respond with Yes Sir or No Sir, the one and only time you can speak up is if you need to use the words ‘red’ or ‘yellow’. Do you understand Miss James?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good Girl. We will begin soon.”

  Soon? What did soon mean? I couldn’t ask, or I would be breaking the rules already…and we hadn’t exactly even started yet. Soon could mean anything, but one thing was for certain, I was being left here to wait, because he knows darn well how much that tests me, something about helping me cope with my anxiety, which I mean I guess it kind of does, it’s teaching me not to listen to my anxious internal voice during intense stressful situations, which for the most part I’ve been successful in overcoming, at least in these intimate moments anyway. Not so much in everyday life. Yet.

  “Are you ready Hannah?” I heard from somewhere a bit further away than I expected, maybe the door, but I couldn’t be sure.

  “Yes Sir.”

  Mr. H’s footsteps and voice came closer, along with that glorious scent of decadent chocolate, it was almost intoxicating. He warned that he was about to touch my body, but I wasn’t expect the sensation that I was feeling, it was some type of brush, I think, I was sure they were soft bristles I felt, like he was painting.

  He painted two lines of chocolate down my body, from my neck down over my collar bone to my breast and nipple, on each side before merging them together down the centre of my stomach, down further, over my bare pubic mound, stopping abruptly right before touching my naked, smooth pussy.

  But he wasn’t finished there, he picked right back up again at the very top of my leg, where the crease meets more private areas, lining that crease with painted chocolate before making its way around the backside of me, and down that other crease, with the final touch being a very faint tickle of the brush on my asshole.

  He’d been there with his tongue before, but only once, and boy, it felt better than I could’ve ever imagined, knowing he was going to end up there again was sending shock waves through my pussy, I felt as though I could almost orgasm just thinking about it.

  “What a masterpiece.” Mr. H announced, “Best painting I’ve ever produced.”

  When I finally felt his tongue hit my skin, my hair stood on end, I could feel goose bumps appearing all over my body, he ran his tongue down my neck, stopping to suck at my skin slightly around my collarbone, I was already having to bite my lip to prevent any moans from escaping my mouth. Why did this feel so good?

  Something happened that jolted me right out of my pleasured state, suddenly there seemed to be two tongues touching my body, one hovering just above each breast.

  “Surprise.” A familiar voice said, before taking my nipple into her mouth and suckling on it so intensely that I could feel the wetness it was producing downstairs.

  “Oh, did I forget to mention, Katie’s here.” Mr. H laughed as I heard him backing away, “Take it away Katie. Clean this dirty girl up.”

  Katie’s tongue is on my body, Katie’s tongue is on my body, holy fuck, all of my senses were heightened by this point, everything felt incredible, every swipe of her tongue, every suck on my skin, every flick of my nipple. But when she started heading down, down, further down…it was a new ball game all together, my pussy was screaming for her to touch it, inside I was screaming for that too. She came so close to touching it at one point, grazing across lightly as she worked her tongue around the crease between my thigh and my vagina. I could feel that she was underneath me, potentially sitting on the floor between my legs, I knew when she was looking up at my exposed sex because I could feel her warm breath tickling my flesh.

  I was now aching to feel what I’d been looking forward to since Mr. H painted his final destination, but now that I knew it was Katie’s tongue headed for my rosebud, the ache was far more intense, her tongue was working its way down the crevasse of my wide spread butt crack, stopping momentarily, before it dove straight in on my hole, clearing up any remnants of chocolate before probing deeper, I was become breathless as she fucked my asshole with her tongue, in and out, further in each time, when suddenly my dripping wet pussy was filled with a finger, and then two.

  “Okay, Katie, she’s clean, let’s not get too carried away just yet. You can go back to your seat next to Pete.”

  Pete? What the fuck? Pete’s here? And he saw all of that?

  “Yes baby, you heard correctly, Pete.” Mr. H whispered in my ear.

  You bastard! That’s what I wanted to scream, but, I was enjoying this far too much to be angry about it right now. I was so fucking horny. I didn’t care who was here. />
  Katie was to stay in her seat for the rest of the ‘show’ I guess you’d call it that, which was a little disappointing, but she was only supposed to be here as part of the audience, and knowing I had an audience put me in a whole different mind-set, a little more conscious about how I reacted to whatever it was Mr. H was doing, I felt stoic, like I could handle absolutely anything that was dealt to me.

  Speaking of being dealt to, I could hear the reactions from my audience as Mr. H rained multiple successive extremely hard slaps down on my ass without a single flinch from me, they were shocked by my expressionless face and I could tell he was going harder and harder with every slap in attempt to gain a reaction, but there was no way I was going to give in, not while I was in this headspace.

  Even though I knew what was coming when I heard his jeans unzip, the size of his cock still caught me by surprise – just as it does every time it enters me, he gripped at my hips from behind, steadying himself as he ploughed every last inch of himself inside me in one foul swoop. If I didn’t have a blindfold on, they would’ve been able to see my eyes spring wide open at the very moment of invasion.

  It was as if Mr. H was showcasing a prized possession and all its features, my features being that I could take a fair amount of pain, I could easily produce multiple intense orgasms, and handle a hard rough fucking like a pro. Considering I was being watched by two other dominants, I figured it would’ve taken a lot to impress them. But when I heard Katie and Pete talking between themselves, I realised I was surpassing all of their expectations for a newbie.

  “She barely made a noise, except at his command.” Katie said to Pete as Mr. H was untying me from the archway.

  “I know.” Pete said, “I’ve never seen anything like it. Perfection. Where do I find one of my own?”

  “No idea,” Katie replied, “But if you find them, get one for me too!”

  As soon as I was untied from the arch, it was as if my body had been completely drained of all energy, Pete and Kate saw themselves out as Mr. H helped me upstairs and straight into the shower, he climbed in with me while still completely dressed, using the loofah to rub down my entire body with the sudsy body wash, before helping me right back out, wrapping me in a big fluffy towel and sitting me down on the edge of the bathtub while he peeled the soaking wet clothes off his chiselled body. He chucked a towel around his waist while he helped me to dry every inch of my skin, kissing every red mark he had left behind and telling me how beautiful I was.