She shook her head. "I'll just wait until you're done."
James shook his head, the parody of concern in his voice as he deftly stripped her of the robe and panties. "Darling, I couldn't possibly chance having you slip and fall in your fragile state." Grinning diabolically, he lifted her easily, walking in under the spray and seating her on the tiled bench.
Odd...she thought as he soaped his hands and smoothed them down her arms. Maura had been called many things during her life, but 'fragile' was never one of them. At 5"10 she was taller than most men she worked with, carrying a presence around her from years of martial arts that made her feel somehow armored. Even though she was slim, she was strong. But watching his sun-tanned arms against hers made her feel strange, the way he could pick her up like she weighed nothing, how much taller he was, thicker with muscle. She actually felt delicate against him, and the feeling unsettled her deeply. James sat behind her, putting his long legs on either side of hers as he began to shampoo her long hair. "I can do- "
"-this yourself. I know. But you will nonetheless be still and let me wash your hair." James agreed, his hands still moving through her long curls.
Looking down at his muscled legs, lightly furred like his chest, Maura tried to understand this, feeling slight somehow against his muscled arms and legs surrounding her, his broad chest enclosing her own. It wasn’t unpleasant, but she longed to pull out of his grasp, away from the reach of his long arms. She endured the rest of his soapy ministrations, hoping he'd set her free afterward. Instead, James lifted her easily as he turned her around to face him, her knees going to the outside of his.
Maura was suddenly aware that washing her hair had an effect on him- as evidenced by the very hard cock pressed between them. "Did you enjoy your lesson today?" His voice was low and warm, that sinful tinge of arousal that seemed to vibrate down her spine.
"Lesson?" She tried to focus.
"Yes, Pet. Your lesson on where to find your G-spot. Important information for every girl, I believe." His broad palm was behind her now, pressing on the base of her spine, arching her back, and edging her center closer to him.
Maura flushed, "Shall I leave you now so you can finish your shower?"
***
James rubbed his stubbled chin down her neck. "No. Now that I've shown you how to find your G-spot with my fingers, I'm going to show you how to find it with my cock." Maura gasped as he swiftly lifted her onto his shaft, and he was pleased to realize she was already wet. The thick head of his cock found her opening and he started sliding her down on his shaft. "Mmmmm... I've been thinking about being inside you since feeling that gorgeous rush of your slick against my hand this afternoon." James laughed at her as Maura blushed miserably again. "You've no idea how utterly-" He pulled her down harder, then up again, "-fucking-" Up, and down again, faster this time. "-erotic that was, how bloody sexy you are, coming on me like that."
James’s hands went to her ass, squeezing each time as he used it to lift her up and down on his shaft. He greedily nuzzled into where her neck and shoulder met. "Now that I know you can do that, Pet, it's all I want to feel from you every time I fuck you."
His teeth pressed against her skin in a fiendish smile as he felt the inevitable coiling inside her that meant she was already close. They finished together, her with a startled yelp as James bit into her and squeezed her ass hard, as the brutal rush of his orgasm nearly flattened him. He pulled her tighter, trying to recover from the aftershocks as her silken walls trembled against his spasming cock.
He was unsettled by the intensity of it all, by how quickly being inside her brought to his finish. Washing them both quickly, James hauled her out of the shower and dried her with brisk efficiency.
***
Maura didn't argue. His mood was different, and she wasn't sure what changed. Better to be silent and let him have his way- this time, she angrily reminded herself. Putting her robe back on and wrapping a towel around his waist, James pulled her out of the bathroom into the dressing area, where a pretty girl in a stylist's smock was waiting, blow-dryer in hand. "Ah, excellent. I see the men let you in, right on time."
"Yes, Sir," the girl practically curtsied, smiling eagerly at James.
"Darling," he turned to Maura, "she's here to get you ready for tonight." Turning back to the girl, he instructed, "I want her hair up. Elegant, but not pulled too tightly. She has these beautiful curls, you see. A few trailing down would be lovely on that long neck."
Maura felt a low, infuriated hiss making its way up her throat. Telling someone how to do her hair now? What the hell! "James!" She collected herself, trying to sound sweeter. "James, you're very thoughtful. But I know how to do my hair for formal occasions. I'll be fine."
He smiled down at her, anyone watching them would think he was being tender. "Darling," he purred as his wide hand ran down her throat, squeezing gently, "I planned it as a surprise for you, a little pampering. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" The hand on her neck tightened, her sea-glass eyes shooting up to his.
Swallowing against his grip, Maura smiled sweetly. "Of course not, darling. Thank you for such a thoughtful idea." She gritted her teeth in a facsimile of a loving smile and turned to the girl, who was currently staring at James’s crotch, barely covered by the towel. "Hello," she said, "what's your name?" The stylist jumped, looking back to her with a guilty expression.
"Sorry, Mrs. Pine!" Maura could hear James chuckling behind her as he walked back into the bathroom.
She tried to smile. "Just Maura. And your name?"
"Yasmine, Ma’am." The girl was good, Maura had to admit, deftly drying her hair into long, glimmering curls and then piling them on top of her head, a few curls artfully escaping and sweeping across her neck and forehead. James walked out in a black tuxedo as Yasmine finished the last of the pins.
"Lovely, thank you, dear," he praised, handing Yasmine a tip. The girl did an awkward little bob and left, staring back at him over her shoulder. Maura's eyes rolled.
No one was immune to the Devil's charms, it seemed. Sighing, she did her makeup as James finished getting dressed and made a couple of phone calls from the other room. Walking out to the bedroom, she found a pair of silk panties, beautiful Jimmy Choo heels, and a long, shimmering silver and black beaded couture gown.
When James returned, Maura had slid the dress on, fastening the straps in front but struggling to secure them in the back. Moving her hands, he finished the straps and looked at her in the mirror, trailing his long fingers down her spine, "You have such a beautiful back," he praised, "so long and supple, this lovely curve..." His warm hand paused at the base of her spine. His brow quirked as he caught her staring at his reflection. "What are you thinking, Pet?"
This moment could not be more surreal,Maura thought, this light chatter about their evening from a man who held her sisters’ lives in his hands. Shrugging, she said, "How distinguished you look in formal dress, this glamorous location. You're like James Bond."
James laughed heartily. "More like the anti-Bond, darling." He squeezed her shoulders gently, amazed at how quickly her bruises from the last week had faded. "Here." He handed her a black velvet box. Opening it, she found two diamond earrings and a long silver necklace with a huge diamond in a style that matched the simplicity of her ring. He put it around her neck, adjusting it until it just hit the swell of her breasts and covered the bite mark he'd made in the shower. "If you're a good girl tonight," he spoke condescendingly, "I'll let you keep them."
Maura stiffened. He could not have found a worse thing to say to her. "You can'tbuyme,” she hissed. "Not ever!" She tried to pull away, but James gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him in the huge mirror.
