“I could do this for myself.”
She had no desire to give herself satisfaction. She wanted him to give it to her, but somehow something had changed between them and he seemed more reluctant to give it to her. Briefly, she wondered if he had simply changed his mind, rethought his position, his professional position, but the desire she could see in his eyes as he watched her revealing herself to him, preparing to touch herself, disputed that theory.
With her fingers dancing a path lower, Tasha grazed her lower lip with her teeth and closed her eyes on a breathless gasp. Her loss of sight meant Jim was over her before she realised what was happening. Pulling her hand away, he proceeded to drag her behind him so that she was virtually running to keep up with him.
Throwing her down onto the huge four poster bed he looked down at the image of her; flustered and dishevelled, her breathing erratic, her hair a little wild and her dress still raised. Her wanton state and desperation was clear for him to see with his expression of studious admiration and arousal that suggested he might be coming around to her idea of not waiting.
“Stay,” he ordered.
She complied but did observe that he was giving her commands one usually used for a dog leaving her unsure whether that was better or worse than the horse reference.
“I don’t want you to make yourself come,” he said calmly, but seriously.
“Neither do I, but I need to.”
“Not yet,” he insisted. “I will do it.”
She smiled, lying back on his bed, determined to force him to give her what she needed. She had no issue with playing games so long as everyone knew the rules and currently she didn’t. Maybe she could play him at his own game, or at least add a few of her own rules to even things up, just a little. Tasha pulled her dress up more until it sat around her waist then drew her feet back, allowing her knees to drop to the side leaving her totally exposed and open for his scrutiny and inspection. Her hand dropped back down between her splayed thighs where she prepared to give him the final push.
In a blur almost, he was there, on her, holding her hands and arms above her head, “No. Did you not hear what I said? I will make you come,” he stated, clearly and firmly.
“You might want to move a little closer then,” she pouted, causing an arched brow from Jim who held his position over her, keeping her in place.
“You’re like a new driver behind the wheel of a high end sports car. All that power and absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to control it, or maybe you’re just a wild animal in need of taming.”
She moved her foot so it rubbed against his hard groin. He moved her foot, but smiled at her with amusement and warmth that prompted a truthful revelation from her.
“I can’t believe I’m here like this. I don’t do this and I certainly don’t beg. I haven’t done this for a while,” she confessed feeling strangely emotional.
His expression softened at her final admission and then he smiled his understanding of how she felt and what she wanted, needed, yet somehow he managed to look triumphant.
“I can’t even begin to explain how I feel right now beyond frustrated and that’s your doing,” she told him with yet more honesty.
He looked at her cautiously. “I’m a little surprised by the day’s events myself, honey. Keep your hands there, no touching.”
He turned away and appeared to be thinking or gathering his thoughts, deciding how to proceed.
“James,” she called, gaining his attention immediately, although she was unsure whether her James rather than a Jim had gained his favourable attention. “I can do games, fun games. Bossy, I’m in charge games are fine, but not mind games.”
“Mind games are not my style,” he replied defensively. “Not like I think you mean, baby.”
Tasha nodded, desperate to believe he was as genuine as his words sounded.
“Look, if you have doubts…if you want to change your mind, I’m not an asshole. You say now and you can leave. No questions asked, no repercussions, personally or professionally.”
Tasha began to panic. Not that she’d changed her mind or no longer wanted this, but that he’d decided this was a mistake. That she was a mistake. “Have you? Do you? Don’t you?” she stammered.
“Hey, no. I want this. I want you.” He smiled. “But I want you to be sure, so?”
“I’m sure. Never been surer of anything.”
“Good.” He smiled as he picked up the phone. “This is Mr Maybury, can you cancel my alarm call for the morning and ensure I’m not disturbed, no calls, nothing.” He hung up and turned to face her. “Stand up.”
She stood, a little wary still, unsure if her words about games had really registered despite his words that mind games were not his thing.
“Take your dress off, but not the shoes,” Jim demanded, already taking up the position on the bed she had just vacated. Seeing her turn to face him, he removed his boxers.
With hitched breathing and nerves kicking in Tasha undid the zip on her dress, slipped her arms out then closed her eyes before she allowed the dress to simply fall to the floor.
