“So we’re agreed that you won’t be coming tonight, but maybe tomorrow. We will see if you deserve it then.”
“No!” she shouted out, partly as a protest but also at the desperate realisation that he was really going to follow through with this. “Please, I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need to come James, please,” she begged.
He smiled at her, “I like you to beg, but you’re not desperate enough yet.”
“I am!” she pleaded as he lowered his mouth around one of her nipples again.
With his eyes fixed firmly on hers, he flicked the nipple with his tongue and then released her.
“I could make you come like this I think,” he said, almost thinking out loud. “Do you deserve it though, Tasha?” he asked seriously and was clearly directing his question at her this time.
“Yes,” she cried now.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need to...” she replied with a whine to her tone and then she paused, but for some reason that even she didn’t know she said something that guaranteed her continued frustration, something that definitely amounted to provocation. “Men usually want to make their girlfriends come. I have never had a boyfriend that deliberately prevented me coming before, quite the opposite.”
He stared at her and she knew the point she’d tried to make was completely lost. In fact, the expression of absolute cold fury on his face told her that he thought she was deliberately using past boyfriends and their sexual exploits to taunt him.
Fuck, she cried in her own mind as she realised she had made the biggest of mistakes with those ill thought out words.
“Oh, baby, you think that talking about other men fucking you, making you come, makes me think that your self-restraint and discipline are adequate. I don’t think so. Take your robe off and kneel on the bed. I am going to fuck you again and you will not come and if you do there will be serious consequences, do you understand?” he asked darkly.
She stood up with a nod and as she turned her back to him, he pulled her back and removed the towel from around her head.
“I am seriously pissed with you, Natasha, and I think you have again deliberately set out to infuriate me with your last comment and your ass will be paying for it. Bed, baby,” he growled through gritted teeth but the glimmer in his eyes suggested that he was more turned on at the idea of doing this, of fucking her for no reason other than to display his possession and dominance.
He followed her to the bed and positioned her until she was kneeling on all fours and facing the mirror at the bottom of the bed. She was wringing wet and although there was an undercurrent of a threat from Jim, a threat that he would make this hard for her, leaving her desperate, Tasha was panting in anticipation of what he was going to do and what he may do in the future. Her desire to please him and to make amends were even greater than her desire for release which just served to confuse her further over this whole relationship they shared.
“Tell me you want this, Tasha?” He took up his position behind her, stroking his erection.
“Yes, please,” she replied and she did want it, although her overly polite please made her frown at herself if not him.
“I want you to watch this, and I am going to watch you watching me do this to you. Do not come.”
She watched their reflection which only served to excite her more before he roughly and forcefully slammed himself into her, not that much force was required courtesy of her leaking core. A small moan left her lips at the sensations already rising in her and somehow, she wasn’t sure how, managed to control her body’s reaction to him.
He picked up a relentless, rapid and punishing pace without taking his eyes off her reflection. She wanted to look away; she didn’t want to see this, but was transfixed. She was unbelievably aroused at the image of herself being used and abused by this powerful, controlling and beautiful, if angry man. She could see just how furious he was in his dark, almost black eyes now. As she felt the familiar rush threatening to course through her aching, yearning body she wanted to look away, to distract herself from what was actually happening.
As if reading her mind he spoke. “Keep watching, I want you to see.”
How did he do that? Was she that easy to read? Or were all women the same? Maybe that was it. He’d been married six times and had countless less significant lovers so if women were all the same, that’s how he read her and her thoughts so well, so accurately. The thoughts of Jim with other women made her sad and suddenly she could understand why he had been so angry and upset with her comment about the way other boyfriends had fucked her. She knew that if he’d done the same to her she would have been furious, but more than that it would have hurt, broken her heart a little.
Suddenly, Tasha became aware of her own body moving back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust and then a small sharp sting registered across her behind.
“Keep still,” he barked.
She was closer than she’d ever been without being able to let go and she was beyond frustrated now.
“James,” she cried.
“Ssh.” He stung her other cheek now which really didn’t help her desire or arousal.
This was beyond erotic. She was watching him taking her from behind in the mirror and as she watched him spanking her, she was even more turned on. His face as he did this to her was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; his eyes full of passion, darkness, anger, control, and undeniable love. This could not be any more of a turn on. It was like watching porn, which she’d done with Gerry a few times, but better because she was now the leading lady and James was her leading man.
“I am going to come real soon, Tasha, but not you,” he told her and it became apparent that this actually could be more of a turn on with the addition of his dialogue.
She could feel tears burning the back of her eyes, threatening to overflow without much more provocation. She looked at his reflection, pleading with him, with just her expression, making him smile.
