“James,” she moaned.
“Ssh, now what am I going to do with you?” He pulled at the lace fabric until they fell apart at his fingers and let them drop to the floor. “That’s better.” He stepped back and looked at her with hungry eyes. “I think that before I go home we will have a day where you stay naked, baby. A whole day with no clothes.”
“That sounds like a very good plan.”
He winked at her and lowered his face to hers, whispering against her ear, “You go through. I’ll join you soon.”
Tasha stared up at him wide-eyed and opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t. He looked conflicted somehow and she felt sure she was going to end up fucked against the wall just a few seconds before. She reached up and gently stroked his cheek then turned on her heels in the direction of the bedroom and deliberately walked purposefully, fully embracing and emphasising her wiggle as she went, knowing he was watching her. Tasha wondered what had changed between the lift and him sending her to bed first. Perhaps it was him assuming some control or maybe it was a game, although she’d noticed his change in demeanour in the hall. He so often thrived on his ability to drive her to farther and farther depths of desire and need which this was doing.
Tasha had just returned from the bathroom, naked except for her red stilettos to find Jim lying on the bed, pawing the blindfold, watching her.
“I found the blindfold myself.” He grinned.
Tasha reached into a drawer and pulled out a black, satin chemise and slipped it on.
He still stared at her from the bed as she slipped the item of clothing over her head. “Come here.”
She paused, watching him.
“It wasn’t a question, Tasha. Come here now.”
“You confuse me,” she said in a hushed tone, uncertainty and insecurity infiltrating her words and mind.
“How?”
“Is this a game, James? Am I your current favourite play thing? Because if I am then you should at least have enough respect for me to tell me.” She hadn’t exactly planned to ask those questions, to air those concerns, but now that she had she expected his reply to be as serious as her questions were. She still stood in the middle of the room, waiting for his response.
He looked to be deep in thought, not because he needed to think about his reply but because he was choosing his words wisely. He needed there to be no doubt in her mind that what he said was the truth, the complete truth. His expression suggested he needed her to believe him more than anything else in the world and his words confirmed this. “No, of course not. I love you, more than anything.”
“And I love you, but I find you hard to keep up with, well your moods anyway. I have had a lovely day, thought we both had…in the hall…then you sent me to bed alone, it’s like you’re intent on tormenting me.”
“I’m sorry, really. That wasn’t my intention, not to torment you in a bad way, honey, never. But I can see how you might feel that way. I know we are still so new, baby, but I’m not sure I can remember my life without you in it and I really don’t want to fuck this up with you, Tasha. So, if I confuse you, tell me, okay? And I will try not to torment you in a bad way.”
There was a tingling ache in her jaw as her emotions came to the forefront of her mind. He loved her, she knew that, but whilst she struggled with the intensity of the speed with which they’d got together, she never dreamt he’d have the same issue. He struggled to set his mind back just a few weeks to a time when there was no Jim and Tasha together and that stunned her. His words about wanting to know when she was confused reassured her, the ones that said he wouldtrynot to torment her in a bad way in the future, not so much so.
“Tasha, what do you want to do? Sleep? Sex? Fuck it, just forget everything, and come here, baby.” He invited her rather than summoned her with a curl of his finger.
God, that always made her so horny when he did that and it always led to one thing. She was so weak where he was concerned. She had gone from being determined to go to sleep in spite of her own desires to being desperate to just throw herself at him after a simple curl of his finger together with his incredibly sweet and heartfelt words. He was grinning at her now. He knew what she wanted, and he knew what she was going to do, he always knew. He spun the blindfold around his finger and summoned her now, but said nothing. She kicked off her shoes and like a lamb to the slaughter she went over to him and was astride him within seconds.
“Now, what do you want to do? You decide, to avoid the confusion.” He smiled, but briefly seemed unsure of himself.
What did he even mean by that? She should decide what? How? Whether she followed his orders or not? Or was it that she could now dictate what happened tonight? Unlikely, even when he handed over control to her it was never fully given; even in the bath that morning he had surrendered himself to her, but still dictated the speed and terms of the sex they had.
“You know,” she said, feeling embarrassed and over exposed.
“Let me rephrase because I do know what you want, but how?” He was enjoying her embarrassment.
Her shrug made him laugh.
“You are a strange one, Tasha. You’ve been everywhere with me and I’ve been all over you and in you, but still you are here cringing and squirming at the prospect of telling me what you want me to do to you. Now, if I was to do this,” he said, gently caressing her breasts through the satin fabric of her chemise. “Or this,” he brushed the straps of the chemise off her shoulders. It fell away leaving her breasts exposed. Deliberately he blew across her nipples before pulling each one between his teeth causing her to throw her head back and moan loudly. “See, you know exactly what you want. I could even do this…” His hand disappeared beneath the chemise and made its way up her inner thigh where he found her heat and moisture. Slowly, he slid his fingers inside her to the sound of her breathing becoming a series of pants. Intent on turning her desire up a notch or two he did that rotating, stroking thing he did so well and caused her to cry out as she clung to his shoulders, clawing them slightly. “If I do this you will tell me what you want in graphic detail, honey,” he said and allowed his fingers to rotate and rub inside her once more. “You like this?”
“Yes.” Her voice was husky, her eyes hooded.
“You see, if you can’t tell me what you do want, how do I know you’ll tell me when I’m doing something you don’t want?” he asked, but no reply was required, he was simply making his point and very well he was making it too.
He pulled his hand out from beneath her clothing and from her position astride him she watched as his hand made its way to his face. She knew exactly what he was going to do. Why was that such a turn on for her? She looked at him with a mixture of horror and excitement as he bypassed his mouth and simply smelled her.
“You smell real good, baby,” he told her and smeared her lips with his fingers, making her moan loudly as she tried, unsuccessfully to capture his fingers with her mouth. He allowed one finger to briefly brush the inside of her lips. “You want to play?” He held the blindfold up.
