MR. H. Read online

Beth was in her forties and reasonably tall – maybe 5 foot 9ish and she looked as though she probably worked out, a lot. Her short pixie cut was a very dark brown which enhanced her stunning sky blue eyes. She wore little makeup – a touch of mascara if anything but she didn’t need it, she had one of those naturally pretty faces.

  A similarly aged Linda on the other hand wasn’t anywhere near as tall as, and a little curvier than Beth – not fat by any means, but she had womanly curves in all the right places, a really nice ass with wide hips and a clinched waist, there was also no hiding her rather well-endowed chest, even under her chef whites. Linda’s mousey blonde hair looked perfectly pulled back into a low bun and those sparkly hazel eyes and nice plump lips just added to her beauty. Like an extra curvy, extra sexy, girl next door.

  After chatting briefly with my new chef friends, Katie and I carried on back out to the restaurant’s dining area to go over everything I needed to know for tonight. I grabbed my apron and was embarrassingly struggling to put it on.

  “Would you like a hand?” Katie asked, giggling at my pathetic attempts of tying behind my back.

  “That would be great.” I laughed, “Turns out I don’t even know how to put an apron on, might be a tougher shift than either one of us expected.”

  “You’ll be fine.” Katie said as she quickly tied my apron, spanking my ass fairly hard with a “There. All done.” Which sent a loud, crisp, slapping noise echoing throughout the entire dining room.

  What the fuck was that? I thought, but I didn’t say anything, I figured maybe that was just the norm around here. Or just the norm of Katie. It was my first day, I didn’t want to rock the ship by saying anything out of line.

  I could feel my butt cheek stinging and burning under my tight jeans for some time after that, and honestly, I actually think I liked what I felt, I’d never felt someone spank me like that before. It was exhilarating. I kind of wanted more.

  Katie went through everything I needed to know, which wasn’t actually a lot – all

  I had to do was take customer’s orders and deliver the food and drink to their tables and that was it. I had usually needed to do far more than that at other jobs like cleaning, setting tables and taking payments, so this seemed awfully easy.

  She had me look through the menu, in attempt to try familiarise myself with it, I really wanted to be on top of my game when the doors opened, but the names of some of the dishes really caught my eye… ‘Blindfolded’ was the name of a starter – a tasting platter, ‘Hogtied’ was the name of one of the pork dishes, ‘Threesome’ was a chicken three ways dish and two of the dessert menu items ‘The Submissive’ and ‘The Dominant’ made something stir inside of me – but I just put that down to not having had any kind of sexual contact for nearly a year.

  “Katie, how on earth do I say these things without grinning like a Cheshire cat?” I asked, laughing, half joking, half serious.

  She laughed back, “You’re only smiling because you like the sound of it, and I’m not talking about the food.”

  Katie was probably right, not that she knew it. I hadn’t had sex for a long time and the sex I did have before that was fairly vanilla and dare I say – boring, totally yawn worthy. Nothing at all to write home about. Not that we should write home about sex. Ever.

  At 5pm the doors to the restaurant were opened, and after an hour of twiddling our thumbs and meaningless chit-chat, our first booking finally arrived, a gorgeous middle-aged couple celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary, and I got the pleasure of showing them to their table. They giggled like young school kids while reading over the menu and with blushed faces, ordered their meals.

  I was more than glad I wasn’t finding this as awkward as I’d expected, knowing the customers were more nervous than I was gave me a good boost of confidence. I could laugh with them. No one was laughing at me. What a relief.

  A few more groups of customers came and went, my first shift was going far better than anticipated. This was actually fun. I couldn’t believe how well this was all working out for me. In the back of my mind there was a little red flag, like, where’s the catch? Working wasn’t supposed to be fun, was it?

  Later in the evening I noticed a well-dressed man sitting in a dark corner on his own, I hadn’t even seen him walk in. I asked Katie whether he was already a customer of hers or if I could take him.

  “No, no, you go ahead.” Katie said as she pushed me off in his direction.

  He looked a good 5-10 years older than me but gosh he was handsome with his short, dark, well-groomed hair and intense dark brown eyes. He had masculine facial features, a strong jawline and a thin layer of sexy, rough stubble on his face. He looked fairly tall from what I could tell with him seated, but muscular too, obvious through the tight fit of his black business shirt and dark denim jeans.

  “Stop it Hannah, you’re not being very subtle.” I quietly said to myself, but it didn’t work, I couldn’t stop staring at him as I walked over. His dark, rugged, handsomeness was endearing and I don’t think I had ever felt so sexually attracted to a stranger in my entire life. Oh the things he could do to me. I wish. Like anyone who looked like that would ever be interested in little ol’ bookworm nerd Hannah James.

  “Hello Sir, I’m Hannah and I will be your waitress for this evening. Could I get you a drink to start with? Or are you all ready to order some food?” My heart was pounding, I was sure he would be able to see it through my shirt.

  He looked up at me and his eyes were so piercing that I thought he was looking right into my soul. “I’ll take a whiskey.” He said, “Your choice.”

  It took me a while to react, hearing his deep raspy voice made things happen internally that I could never admit to, my mind went to mush. Swoon. Snap out of it Hannah, I’d been standing there staring at him for far too long now, why the fuck am I such an awkward person?

  Finally, I managed to drag my ass away, but as I walked over to the bar I turned my head briefly to look back over my shoulder in his direction, all I wanted was another chance to admire his seductive features from afar, except as I glanced back our eyes met – we were both watching each another. My heart fluttered, or was that something else – further down my body? Butterflies shot through my innards as I took a few solid breaths, in attempt to compose myself before walking back over to him, who must think I’m some kind of freak by now surely.

  “Here you are, Sir. I hope you’re happy with this – it is one of our very best.” I said as I carefully placed his drink down in front of him, I’d carelessly plonked far too many coffees down on tables at the café, spilling more than I’d care to admit, I did not want a repeat of that, not today, not in front of this simply breath taking male specimen.

  “Do you make a habit of calling all of your patrons Sir?” He asked, bringing his piercing eyes back up to meet mine, causing some extreme knee weakening on my part.

  “Oh, no, not always, I don’t know why I said that, I’m sorry if I offended you.” I replied, a little baffled by such an odd seeming question.

  “No, I’m definitely not offended, it rolled off of your tongue beautifully.”

  “Oh, oh-kay.” I said, feeling confused yet again by his strange comment. “Could I possibly take your order yet?”

  As I carried on with my job, checking in on all of my other tables, running food, I was generally just doing anything and everything I could to try avoid making eye contact with this man. I could feel his eyes on me – and it made me feel torn inside, why was I so flattered? Knowing someone was watching my every move should’ve probably freaked me out – but it didn’t. I liked it.

  After I had finally delivered his dessert I took myself off to the bathroom, why was I feeling so hot and heavy? What was it about this man? I don’t normally go for men that were older than me, but maybe that’s what I needed? I took some time to take a few deep breaths before heading back out to do my job, but I found Katie waiting for me outside the door,

  “Your customer is asking for you.” />
  “Who?” I asked as I noticed she was pointing over to the man in the corner.

  “Oh. Him.”

  Walking back toward him I could feel my body temperature rising exponentially,

  “What can I do for you Sir?”

  He looked up at me, and with a little smirk on his face, he said, “You can call me Mr. H if you’d like, or Sir is very fine with me too if that’s what you’d prefer.”

  Something about his deep, masculine voice resonated inside me, it ignited some old fire that I thought was long put out.

  “Ok then, Mr. H what could I do for you?” I asked, rather intrigued as I thought he couldn’t possibly be ordering anything else. He had already finished many drinks, an entree, a main course and his dessert ‘The Dominant’ which was a decadent chocolate mud cake with a whiskey caramel sauce and whipped cream.

  “Have a seat please Miss James.” Mr. H said.

  “Oh, I would but I’m working, I couldn’t possibly sit down on my first day of the job, I really don’t like getting into trouble.”

  Katie looked over and gestured that it was ok.

  “I suppose I am due a break anyway, but hang on how do you know my full name?” I said realising he had just called me Miss James and I was fairly certain I had only introduced myself as Hannah.

  “Don’t you worry about that for now.” He said, “First I want to know more about you… Previous job? Love life? Living arrangements?”

  I was shocked, I didn’t expect to be sitting here being grilled about my personal life by some random customer I had only just met, but I answered anyway, something inside me was being drawn to this guy. I figured I would probably never see him again after tonight anyway, so what was the harm in humouring him?

  “I… I… I Worked at a café that was owned by my ex boyfriend’s Aunt, I left that job about a month ago when it became obvious Jason was trying to use his Aunt to get to me, even though by that stage we had been broken up for nearly a year. So to answer your other questions, no, no boyfriend and I live in a tiny apartment just a couple of blocks away from here.” I couldn’t believe I had just completely spilled my guts to this man, I never do that, not with anyone.

  “Interesting… Why did you break up?” he prodded further.

  “He cheated.” I said abruptly, before apologising that I really needed to get back to work.

  “You’re a real people pleaser aren’t you Hannah?” Mr. H said, “You always follow the rules?”

  “Absolutely yes, Rules are always there for a reason” I replied with a wink as I continued walking away.

  I don’t know why it seemed so easy to open up to this complete stranger, I hadn’t told many people about Jason’s cheating, I was still so confused about why I enjoyed seeing what I saw, I didn’t want to chance bringing that one up in conversation, people would think I was some kind of weird pervert, or was that just what I thought about myself?

  Mr. H stayed for a long time, much longer than any other customer and every time I delivered him yet another whiskey he would further pester me with questions,

  “Mr. H!!” I would say, “I have to get back to my other customers or they will think I’m playing favourites.”

  Just before I was about to walk away for the last time Mr. H said, “Ok one last question Hannah, how did you find out your boyfriend was cheating on you? Sit down if you like, it might be more comfortable than those shoes look – even if they do look incredibly sexy on you.”

  I was taken aback – did he just call me or my shoes sexy? I sat down with him, I was being drawn to him, I wanted to do anything he said. Anything.

  “Well, if you must know, I walked in on him cheating, I saw everything.” I whispered quietly, I didn’t want all the ears in the restaurant hearing about my tragic, pathetic personal life.

  “And how did that make you feel Hannah?” Mr. H asked and I think I mumbled something back that sounded somewhat like words.

  “Be honest with me Miss James, what have you got to lose?” He said as he looked me straight in the eyes, placing a hand upon mine, sending electric tingles throughout my body.

  I don’t know what came over me but all of a sudden I felt like I just had to blurt it all out, I had been holding this in for a whole year and finally I had an outlet –

  “I liked it, I liked what I saw okay, she was stunning, her body was fucking fantastic, I stood there watching for near on 5 minutes before they even noticed I was there! He never fucked me like that, we had boring, vanilla, missionary sex – I was jealous, I wanted what he was giving her.”

  I was so embarrassed at what I had just told a complete stranger, so mortified that I stood up quickly and went to walk away, but he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

  “Sit down!” Mr. H demanded “You have no need to feel embarrassed around me, I really liked what you just told me, I love that level of honesty from a woman. I would be honoured to take you for a drink after your shift if you would allow me?”

  I was completely caught off guard, I was not expecting that, not in the slightest.

  “Really? I don’t know what the rules are about going out with a customer…” I began.

  “Oh but I’m not a customer, I am your boss, Miss James. My name is Callan Hart and I own this restaurant, but you can call me Mr. H or Sir, I really liked hearing you call me that earlier. I’ll be sitting here waiting until your shift is over and then we can go down the street somewhere quieter and more private for a drink, what do you think?” Oh my god – he was the man on the phone. He was the firm dark voice that’d made me almost too afraid to come to the interview in the first place.

  Katie walked on over, seeming to appear out of thin air and said,

  “Well, actually Callan, Hannah is supposed to be finishing her shift in fifteen minutes but you can take her now if you’d like, we have everything covered here.”

  Was she eavesdropping? I don’t know why, I wouldn’t normally go for a drink with a strange man I had only just met but something about this felt right, I was fascinated to find out who this man was, why he wanted to take me out, and why I could feel myself being pulled toward this man.

  Chapter Two.

  “Do you take all of your new staff out for a drink Mr. H?” I asked as we walked the five minute trip down to the bar.

  “Absolutely not Miss James, you see there’s a certain type of woman that I like and from first impression, you seem to be a perfect fit.”

  My head was all over the place after hearing that, what does that even mean?

  “What kind of girl?” I asked, how he could possibly tell I was a ‘perfect fit’ from a first meeting, I had no idea. I’m sure I would find some way to prove him wrong. I’m nobody’s perfect, I’m just your average book nerd with a slight alternative twist.

  “A good girl who follows the rules, Miss James. I will explain it all over a drink.”

  A good girl? I don’t get it, I wondered what he meant… A good girl? Follows what rules? What the fuck?

  I flicked Jade a quick text before we arrived at the bar, ‘Have gone for drinks with the restaurant owner, if I go missing tonight you’d better start looking at him.’

  ‘Ooo la la, sounds intriguing – be safe, but have fun girl!’ Jade shot back.

  Well if Jade didn’t seem at all concerned and Katie more or less pushed us out the door it should be fine, I mean, what have I got to lose? Except a job. A job I had only just managed to land.

  We arrived at the bar and we were immediately greeted by the Bar manager.

  “Good Evening Mr. Hart, would you like your usual spot?”

  A usual spot, really? Who is this guy?

  “Yes, thank you Scott, could we please get two whiskeys brought over.”

  He ordered for me?

  “I…I…don’t really drink whiskey a lot.”

  “That’s ok Miss James you will get used to it, they have a fantastic quality single malt Whiskey here – it is my absolute favourite.”

  Our drinks arrived and
to my surprise I actually kind of liked it! Who am I? I’d tried whiskey many times before but never enjoyed it, usually it went down with a full body shudder, but today it was smooth as silk, and much sweeter than I expected.

  “Mr. H this is actually ok, I can’t believe it, but I think like it.”

  “I knew you would Miss James, you look like the kind of woman who would try anything once – and probably enjoy it.”

  Miss James, Miss James, Miss James, what’s with all the formality? I haven’t been called that so many times in my whole life put together!

  “Hannah, please call me Hannah, Callan, Miss James just sounds so formal.” I said.

  The expression on his face changed dramatically as I spoke, it was no longer a relaxed, sexy smirk, but a look of annoyance. I’d clearly done something wrong already.

  “I will call you whatever I like Miss James and you will always refer to me as Sir or Mr. H, you will not use my first name, do you understand?”

  I felt like I had just been scolded by a parent or a teacher. You would think I would run a mile after being spoken to like that, but, it was kind of hot, don’t ask me how I could possibly think that, because I have no idea myself.

  “Uh Yes, Sir, I do understand. But why?” I asked, even though I felt deep down that I probably shouldn’t have been asking.

  “Because, Hannah, that’s just how I like it and I hoped you would like it too. I expect to be spoken to in a respectful manner, you see, I am what you might describe as a Dominant, do you know what that means?”

  “Well, kind of… actually no, not really, what do you mean?” Again, feeling like I would probably have been better off not asking.

  “I’m sorry for throwing this on you Miss James, I thought you may have already been in this lifestyle, the way you called me Sir, and referenced ‘the rules’ earlier, I’m sorry. Just forget I mentioned it.”

  “No, I want to know, carry on, please?” My curiosity was burning strongly.

  “Ok Hannah, I’m sorry about all this, I just like to be upfront about my lifestyle from the beginning – so no-one gets any unexpected shocks later on.” He said, and my curiosity grew in intensity. “I like things done in a certain way, my way. I like to be the one in control, and make all the important decisions, almost like an authority figure in a relationship.” He stopped briefly to examine the expression on my face, I think he’d expected me to bolt by now, but no, oddly enough, I was intrigued. “I have been looking for the perfect woman to suit my lifestyle for years now, but I am yet to find that special someone who actually fits with me on an emotional, sexual and intellectual level.”