“Do not ever discuss with me how other men have fucked you, or made you come and never try to taunt me with it, do you understand?”
She nodded, although that was not what she had intended to do, but now was not the time to protest.
“And never, ever mention them when we are together like this, understand?”
She nodded again and as the loud slapping sound, almost a crash, coincided with the sharpest sting she had ever felt at his hands, the tears flowed freely. Not tears of pain, although her ass was hotter and more sore than it had ever been, symbolising just how pissed off he was with her; even more pissed than he’d been about Howser that time, yet the heat and sting only acted as more of a stimulant for her.
These were tears of need and frustration, and still it wasn’t over. She knew that no matter what she did she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and suddenly, as the tears gave way to sobbing he gripped her hips hard, avoiding the marks she still bore from the assault at her father’s hands and then he was perfectly still and silent. He withdrew immediately and pulled her back so she was sitting back against him where he gently cradled her as the tears continued along with the sobs.
He pulled her round to face him and kissed her gently making the sobs subside. He brushed the remaining tears off her face. “Now, you are suitably frustrated, baby. You should finish getting ready for dinner.”
“But,” she started.
He raised an eyebrow. “But?”
“Nothing,” she said nervously.
“Good girl, now get ready.”
On quivering legs, she almost staggered to the bathroom to freshen up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and swallowed hard. She looked like a waif and stray, with her now streaky and smudged make up courtesy of the tears. She picked up a make-up wipe and removed it in preparation to start again. God, she felt exhausted and James had been right, she certainly was suitably frustrated. Was this normal? Would it always be like this? The spanking didn’t bother her, although as she looked at her behind glowing red, she did think today had been less than playful. The spanking excited her, she liked to do things to give him an opportunity to legitimately spank her, to chastise her, correct her. However, the frustration was harder to take, but he seemed to get off on having that degree of power over her and she liked him wielding it over her, but it had been almost unbearable today, although she had yet to be anything than satisfied when he’d facilitated her release after frustration.
She had committed several of his most severe offences of late; put herself in danger, ignored clear instructions, avoided his questions and then talked about other men making her come. That might have been her biggest mistake to date. She stared at her naked reflection. She looked how she felt, confused, emotional and frustrated. She needed to calm down and look at things with fresh eyes, hopefully satiated eyes because the more time she spent with him the more she questioned her feelings and reactions to him. All of her feelings and thoughts confused her. She wondered if she should discuss this with him later. Maybe he could make more sense of things than her.
She checked the time, half past six already. She had better get moving if they were having dinner before the gallery.
She returned to the bedroom where James was already dressed in a black suit, white shirt and a black tie, he looked very attractive, if a little sombre. He smiled at her as they passed on the threshold of the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later and was fastening his watch and putting on his cuff links as she sat at the dressing table in her robe reapplying her make up.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really.”
“Why do you do it, Tasha? You say the one thing that you know will get the biggest reaction, and then you leave yourself feeling like this? Horny, frustrated, desperate.” He swept a finger across her back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade making her quake a little more.
She raised her head to look at him and decided against speaking, but shrugged and smiled.
Jim made no attempt to force a response from her. He bent down and briefly pressed his lips to hers.
“You really are a constant source of amazement, Tasha. You need to get ready or we’ll be rudely, rather than fashionably late. I have to make a couple of calls so I’ll wait out there for you.” He pointed to the suite beyond the bedroom. “We can talk about it later, if you want to, need to.”
She smiled and as he reached the door called to him, “You look very handsome.”
“Thank you, and you look beautiful, as usual,” he replied with a grin and a wink.
With her make-up finished and her hair scraped into an unfeasibly tight ponytail, high on her head, Tasha opened the wardrobe to dress.
She pulled out the ivory ‘bridal’ underwear she had bought on her shopping trip. It consisted of a lace, uplift, half-cup bra and matching thong with suspenders and silk stockings. She then added the new taupe wrap around dress and smiled at the plunging neckline, revealing enough cleavage to be tantalising and provocative, but not so much as to be inappropriate.
She could hear Jim on the phone still. “No, I’m waiting for Tasha to finish getting ready and then we’re attending that gallery opening Lenny’s all excited about.” He laughed.
She slipped on her new nude peep toes and picked up a matching bag and threw her room key and phone into it then joined Jim in the lounge. He was still talking and laughing on the phone, leaning against the bar in the corner of the room with his back to her.
“No, that would be very cruel, Marc. Lenny would be gutted if I bought the stuff he wants from under him and as appealing as that is, I don’t see me wanting my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s works of art hanging around my house or office, do you?”
Tasha coughed loudly to alert him to her presence, causing him to spin around, still holding his phone against his ear.
“Wow.” He let out a whistle that made her smile far too much. “What? No, I am not whistling at you, Marc. In fact, you should get back to work rather than gossiping on my time,” he said and hung up.
She laughed. “Poor Marc. That was a little harsh.”
