My mind was suddenly drawn to the fact my panties had been tugged down, I’d been so focussed on the fact the belt was coming into play that I hadn’t realised the garter and stockings remained in place, but my panties were now situated around my ankles and those ankles were being pried apart, further revealing my hungry sex.
The whooshing noise of the belt flying through the air was exhilarating, and when the sharp stinging impact arrived on my skin, moans flew from my mouth, moans mixed with profanities. The impact locations seemed to be getting closer and closer to my pussy. They’d started at my lower thigh, and had gradually increased in height at every strike, narrowly missing my sex the last two times.
“Fuck!” I screamed as he landed the belt on directly across my clitoris. That hurt like a bitch. But did I want more? “Fuck, yes!” Flew out of my mouth.
Small taps rained down against my throbbing swollen clit, the pleasure was building, I was enjoying the feeling of the orgasm growing in size as I got closer to release, when unexpectedly, they weren’t small love taps any longer.
Hard, fast and painful slaps with the belt assaulted my pussy, causing shock waves of pleasure to flood through me. I didn’t care who heard my screams.
“Good girl Miss James.” Mr. H said, patting my warm reddened ass.
“Thank you Sir.” I said, struggling to catch my breath.
The distinctive sound of a pants zipper echoed around us, expecting Mr. H’s cock, I steadied myself, but I was wrong, it wasn’t his cock just yet – he slipped two fingers easily inside my pussy, my warm wetness thankful and approving of this intrusion. The fingers fucked me aggressively for only a few seconds before they were rudely withdrawn. His hand reached around to my face, searching for my mouth, and realising his intention, I sought out his two damp fingers and began sucking them clean.
“Mmm, such a good girl today.” Mr. H said, and before I had finished my cleaning job, his large cock had found its way inside me and was gradually stretching my pussy to accommodate.
Keeping his fingers in my mouth, he abruptly slammed all his nine inches inside me, instantly and powerfully fucking me from behind with everything he had. When he finally pulled his fingers from my lips, his hand slipped down to my throat, wrapping around firmly, but not tight enough to restrict air. I moaned in appreciation which only encouraged an even harder thrust from him. My pussy was loving every second of Mr. H’s rough animalistic demeanour tonight, every growl, every thrust, every slap and every grab, I’d been begging to be used like this.
Suddenly the elevator doors opened behind us, I could tell because I heard the recognisable ‘ding’ but neither of us stopped, we were both enjoying our rooftop romp far too much, Mr. H continued the fast pace and rhythm he’d set, and the moans never ceased escaping my mouth, whoever it was, left before they even set foot out onto the rooftop, but, they got a new view I bet they’ll never forget, and the tiny exhibitionist side of me really enjoyed their presence.
We giggled over our uninvited spectators as we laid in bed, my head resting peacefully on Mr. H’s chest.
“I did notice your pussy was notably wetter after their arrival.” Mr. H teased, after I admitted to finding it hot, I didn’t realise my vagina had already given away my secrets.
Attempting to hide my embarrassed smile, I buried my face into his chest, but of course, he wouldn’t be letting me away with this without a discussion first.
“Don’t hide baby, I thought it was sexy too, and the fact it was your idea, damn, you’re so full of surprises, I love you so much Hannah James.” He said, kissing my forehead and his arms squeezing me a little tighter, melting me completely. “And we will definitely be trialling more public spaces, now that I know I’ve found my perfect match.”
“I love you too.” I said, sleepily, my eyelids were heavy, and Mr. H’s heartbeat was the perfect lullaby, before I knew it, whether he knew or not, I was asleep.
Mondays were generally busy for Mr. H, meetings to take and orders to make, so he was up and gone before I woke, but a sundried tomato and cream cheese filled bagel was sitting next to me in bed, along with a note;
‘My girl, if you’re not too busy today, I have a small task for you to do. But first, eat your breakfast, you’ll find your task waiting downstairs. Love, Mr. H. x’
Huh, interesting, I shrugged, picking up my bagel, this wasn’t going to last long, I was famished, this thing was getting devoured before I left the bed.
It was strange to think sitting here, that this was my new bedroom, in my new condo, I was going to wake up to this view every morning, oh how my life had changed in only a few short months. It was a whirlwind, that’s for sure.
Begrudgingly I left the comfort of the oversized bed, but only into the comfort of the oversized shower. This life of luxury was still going to take some getting used to.
Knowing that if I went downstairs I would get side-tracked by whatever this task was, I’d never get my work done, so instead I set up my laptop on the bed. Perfect, this way I didn’t even need to get dressed.
Something must’ve clicked but I managed to power through my mornings work, finally I’d gotten the hang of these social media posts. I was done within an hour and onto the email checking marathon. I don’t know why, but I seem to just let them bank up until I have about a hundred or more to screen through.
Junk, spam, the odd advertisement, and Mr Bernard;
‘Miss James, Just double checking you will be attending this afternoon’s meeting, as you’ve not answered any of my assistants calls. If you could let us know ASAP please. Thanks, Greg.’
Shit, what phone calls? I searched the room for my phone. Fuck! My phone wasn’t even up here. It must still be down in my clutch. Frantically checking the time revealed it was already close to lunchtime. I had to get a hold of Mr. H urgently, he was supposed to be coming to this meeting.
Finally, I found my phone, six missed calls, five voicemails, I called back immediately, confirming my attendance at one thirty. Fuck! Dialling Mr. H, I was shaking, I’d forgotten all about today’s meeting, I was going to be struggling to make it in time.
No answer. I left a voicemail before running back off upstairs to find something to wear. Argh, Mr. H must’ve forgotten about today too, there’s no pre-arranged outfit, shit. I didn’t have time to stress over what to wear, so a tight pair of dark denim jeans, red singlet and black leather jacket somehow found their way onto my body, along with a pair of black pumps, probably not an ideal business meeting outfit, but I panicked, I’d gotten used to having my clothes picked out for me.
Brushing the knots out of my hair, I tried Mr. H again to no avail. I was really starting to freak out now, my anxiety was creeping in, and I didn’t know what to do, I had to attend this meeting, but I didn’t want to go alone. Not again.
After I’d finished applying my makeup and I still hadn’t heard back from him, I called again, this time leaving an even more anxiety driven panicked message. I had to leave, without him, and to make things worse, I was going to have to find a cab. My car, which I was only just getting used to having, was still at the shop.
In the back of the taxi, in my last hopes effort, I dialled the restaurant, Josh answered, before leaving me hanging on the line while he went in search of Mr. H.
“Hannah, you there? I’m really sorry but he’s not here.”
No! Where the hell was he? The thought of going back into Mr Bernard’s office alone was almost paralyzing, but it was too late to cancel, and too late to find another support person to come with me.
Pulling up outside the office building, I thanked the sweet driver who wished me luck, I should’ve just paid him extra to come in with me.
My stomach was churning from the very second I stepped foot in the lobby, I thought vomit may have even been on the cards in the elevator, my whole body was trembling. I did not want to do this.
Signing in at reception, I noticed the office was fairly empty, it almost had an eerie vibe going on. It had been a
ll hustle and bustle last time I was in here.
“Where is everybody?” I asked the receptionist.
“Oh, they’re all out for a late lunch farewell for Victoria. Mr Bernard is here though, he said your meeting was too important for us to re-arrange.”
You’re kidding? I thought. I would’ve happily rescheduled. Would’ve solved a load of my problems. But, I did see his point, this was our last meeting before release day, it was somewhat important, which is why Mr. H missing it hurt that much more.
“You can go on down to Mr Bernard’s office, he’s expecting you.” The pretty little receptionist said, peering over top of the counter.
One last check of my phone proved there was no Mr. H coming to my rescue this time. I stood, inhaling deeply before making my way down the corridor of offices.
Mr Bernard’s door was open, but he wasn’t there. Which for a moment was relieving, I took a seat opposite his desk chair, and waited, but not for long.
“Ah, Miss James, you’re alone?” He sounded puzzled.
“Yes, I’m afraid I am, Callan is tied up with meetings of his own – he said he’d try and make it if he could get away.” I lied, I didn’t want him getting any ideas.
“And to think I cleared out the office for him.” Mr Bernard said.
“For him?”
“I didn’t need the whole floor hearing him rip me to shreds over coming on to you… but… now that your bodyguard hasn’t arrived, maybe we could put the empty office to a better use.”
“Just a shame about your receptionist.” I said, trying to make a joke out of it. I didn’t want him to see me squirming and afraid.
“Oh, she’s no worry, I just sent her to lunch Miss James, it’s just you and me.”
No, fuck, no. This was the worst possible scenario. I had to take control here, or I was afraid what might happen. More afraid than I’d care to admit.
“Right, let’s get on with this then.” I said, “What’s first on the agenda?”
That seemed to work to begin with, we discussed my obligations on and after release day, and he even gave me my very own copy of my very own book, well, Samantha Hart’s book. It was beautiful. Holding it in my hands, flicking through pages filled by my own words produced the most wonderful book smell, made sweeter by the fact it was mine.
Mr Bernard was growing increasingly agitated, it was clearly visible from his incessant watch checking, that he was rapidly running out of time before the office was back full of people, I just had to keep him busy until their return.
Unfortunately for me, Mr Bernard was nothing if not persistent, his slimy sex pest attitude was beginning to reveal itself once again, and I was starting to get very uncomfortable as he weaselled his way closer.
“You know Hannah, if I were your boyfriend I wouldn’t let you go to meetings with men like me alone.” He said, reaching out to place a hand on mine, “I would take much better care of you than that.”
Withdrawing my hand as fast as humanly possible, I stood up, heading straight for the door. However he beat me there, closing and locking it before I could exit.
“No!” I said, banging on the door, “Let me out of here. Now!” I continued banging, hoping someone would be back by now.
“Stop that.” He said, grabbing my arms, “Don’t make me restrain you.”
“Get your hands off me!” I screamed, in full panic mode, managing to throw my body around enough to break his grasp, “Let me out of here now and I won’t call the police, I swear to you.” I picked up a glass, threatening to throw it in his direction, but before I needed to hurl it at him, we heard people’s voices entering the office. Relief flooded my body. That was far too close.
“Fine, you’re nothing but a cock tease anyway.”
Hurrying out the door before he changed his mind, I tried to hide my distraught tears from whoever happened to be looking my way. I flew into the elevator, excessively pushing the button to get the damn doors shut. But there was someone’s foot preventing its closure, and that someone stepped in.
“Excuse me, Miss, you look upset, are you okay?” The receptionist said, with genuine concern written all over her face. She knew, and I had a suspicion she had been in a similar situation judging by her demeanour.
Deciding she looked like she needed to hear my truth, I spilled my guts, and she followed suit and spilled hers, her name was Stacey, the same receptionist from the first meeting, but I barely recognised her, she was nowhere near as chipper. Her truth, however, was much darker, he had been successful in taking advantage of her, I’d even go as far as calling it rape, which terrified me, was I really that close to being raped?
The timeline of her rape, left me feeling an excruciating amount of guilt, if I had reported my first run in with Mr Bernard, I could’ve prevented Stacey’s ordeal. I had to do something, and hearing her trauma, her pain and anguish filled me with power, the power to take down this evil man, right fucking now, I wouldn’t let him do this to another woman, whether it destroyed my book release or not.
I marched her and myself down to the nearest police station, gave statements and evidence, and we only left once the sergeant advised us they would be laying charges, and that a warrant was being issued for Mr Bernard’s arrest over Stacey’s rape, and what they called my sexual harassment.
Out on the footpath, we embraced one another, with a huge sense of power and relief, and exchanged phone numbers before we parted ways, she was leaving her job and never going back after this, and I had come up with the perfect temporary solution, she was going to take over my job at Collared. As long as I could get Mr. H and Katie on board.
Heading back to Mr. H’s condo, our condo, the cab drove by Mr Bernard’s office, revealing a scene of two police men escorting an angry little handcuffed man into the back of a police car. Success.
But now, I had another problem to sort out, where was Mr. H? And why can I not get hold of him? It’s not like him at all to leave me hanging like that, especially not in a situation where I could potentially be in trouble.
The condo was just as I left it hours ago, he definitely hadn’t been back here, and he still wasn’t answering my calls, so I rang the restaurant again, Katie answered this time, but still the same response, nope he wasn’t there and hadn’t been there at all today. He had also missed an important meeting with a new supplier, and the mechanic had called Collared looking for Mr. H, my car was ready for pick up.
Checking the messages on Mr. H’s landline revealed another message from the mechanic, and about ten missed calls. So I decided to go pick it up myself, I needed to head back to my apartment anyway. I had to stay busy, or my brain was going to overthink absolutely any possibility of where Mr. H could be.
Chapter Twenty Three.
Lately, walking into my apartment has been an eerie situation, and I imagined since yesterday’s debacle and the discovery of Jason’s intrusions, today would be even more so. To make matters worse, I still hadn’t heard back from Mr. H, causing me to almost reconsider even going to my apartment, I very nearly turned left out of the mechanics to head back to the condo, but, I really needed to grab my camera’s SD card for tomorrow’s promotional photos, so I decided to quickly run into my place and luckily, there was a carpark right out front, perfect for a brief stop.
Leaving my phone in the car, I dashed up the stairs and down the corridor to my apartment door, taking deep breathing to a whole new level I slid my key in the door and turned the knob. Here we go, I thought, bracing myself for a mad sprint to retrieve the SD card from my bedroom and back again – I wanted to be in here for one minute maximum.
Fifteen steps in and I had made it to the dark hallway, immediate regret consumed me, I was so mad at myself for closing all the doors before I left last night, I flicked the lights on and bolted down to my room, my camera was sitting on my bedside table so once I’d grabbed it, I headed back down the hall and straight towards the front door.
Just as I was about to leave, I noticed I’d left t
he hallway light on, idiot, I thought I’d turned it off, I quickly turned to run back in the direction of the light switch, but I was instantly stopped dead in my tracks. I’d ran straight into it.
Into Him. “Hannah, so nice of you to finally join me.” Jason said, wrapping his arms around me in a very tight, rough, bear hug, “I’ve been waiting long enough, we’re going on a wee adventure.”
Panic set in when I began to fight against his restraint and all he did was laugh, it was the most evil, calculated, satisfied laugh I’d ever heard.
For the first time since our break up, I was genuinely concerned for my safety around this man, how could I not have realised he was this twisted, this dangerous and unhinged?
Jason began aggressively manhandling me to gain control, I fought back with all I had, but I never stood a chance. My arms were ripped back behind me and my hands were being bound together by something, I couldn’t see much so I wasn’t sure, possibly a zip tie of some sort, whatever it was, it was tight, and painful. It felt like razor blades were digging into my wrists.
This was not the man I knew, the Jason I knew was gentle, or at least I thought he was, how could I have read him so wrong?
“Please, let me go, I’ll do whatever you say, you’re hurting me.”
“Hah.” He said obnoxiously, “Why would I untie you, when that’s what you like? Why would I stop hurting you, when that’s what you like? And of course you will do whatever I say, because that’s also what you like, isn’t it Hannah?”
How could he possibly know any of this? Confusedly, I shook my head.
“Don’t lie to me Hannah.” Jason said, dragging me out into the living area, giving me a good view of him for the first time, he looked awful, and so dirty. His clothes seemed as though they hadn’t been changed in quite some time, and his long scruffy facial hair, and unwashed mop almost made him unrecognisable from the man I once knew. A man who took more pride in his appearance than I did in my own.
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