“Yes,” she admitted and suddenly felt brave enough to ask, “will you tie me to the bed?”
“Yes,” he replied making her groan and smile until he added, “I’ve told you I will, you can consider it my wedding present to you.”
Her face fell immediately. “I meant tonight.”
“I know, and I saw the handcuffs you bought.” He pointed towards her now open Prada bag. “And I love that you are so turned on by that, but I think we should keep something back for Vegas.”
She shook her head, slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be getting her wish, but more surprised that he was still playing that Vegas card at every opportunity. “What then?”
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Be careful with that,” she replied with a short laugh and cock of her head.
He laughed back, genuinely amused by her. “Do you really want to risk the mouth, baby?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
He laughed again as he rolled her beneath him and pulled the chemise from around her before leaning back to study her lying there naked.
“At least you didn’t rip it off me.” They both knew she was referring to his destruction of her pants in the hallway.
“I think you like it when I tear your clothes off. I think it makes you horny, hornier than you usually are.”
“Maybe,” she repeated, her eyelids closing coyly.
“No, it’s not a maybe, Tasha, and if you charge your clothes to me, then technically they are my clothes so I can tear them off you whenever I want.” He shifted back, resting on his heels to study her. “Sit up,” he told her flatly but with unmistakeable firmness.
Without hesitation Tasha sat up, positioned herself so she was directly in front of him on display. Their eyes met and fixed on each other for a few seconds, maybe longer, Tasha waited for direction or instruction while Jim seemed briefly, very briefly unsure as to what was being exchanged between them. He shook his head, as if to shake whatever thoughts he had from his mind then put the blindfold over her head, pulled her down the bed slightly by the hips and got off the bed.
“James,” she called as she heard him moving around and possibly undressing, but her loss of vision was making her nervous.
“Ssh, I’m going nowhere but no talking, no seeing, just listening and feeling,” he said as she felt his weight return to the bed. “Do you trust me, baby?” He took one of her hands in his and gently made circles on her palm
“Yes, I trust you,” she confirmed, and she really did.
His response came in the form of his lips covering hers.
Chapter 43
Time ceased to exist for Tasha. Jim took a leisurely pace as he assaulted her body, mind and senses in the best way possible way, bombarding her with sensory overload; he had kissed her, licked and nibbled her from head to toe and she was now at five, or was it six orgasms? But he still hadn’t penetrated her or even allowed her to touch him. She was still blindfolded when he returned his mouth to her breasts and as soon as his mouth enveloped one of her nipples his hand was rolling and pinching the other causing her to moan and buck her hips.
He moved from one to the other and back again until she had her hands in his hair and was calling out his name loudly unsure what she was calling for, but knew without a doubt that it was him. At last, he buried a first, then a second and finally a third finger in her causing another orgasm to erupt, but this one was more intense and showed no signs of abating as he rotated his fingers to rub the front wall of her vagina, taking full possession of her. She loved James, of that she had no doubt, but with her past she was scared of him claiming all of her, however, whether she wanted to be owned or not her body had no doubts as it submitted completely.
The quaking and trembling of her body was becoming too intense as her release continued until it was almost painful but still James continued to take it higher and higher, clearly having no intention of settling for anything than every last ounce of her pleasure.
Her moans and cries continued until she was yet again screaming out his name with expletives and blasphemy confirming the sentiment.
“Ssh,” he whispered, not that her vocal expression of enjoyment was ever something he disapproved of or didn’t want, except it seemed that now it was. “Do I need to silence you?” he asked as he continued to make her writhe beneath him.
She struggled to remain silent, something he was acutely aware of.
“Am I going to have to spank you?” he asked her, causing a single low moan to fall from her lips.
The smile that spread across his face suggested he knew she would never remain silent, she couldn’t when he was so intent on giving her such pleasure. Hisincentivefor her to remain silent was a spanking which they both knew would result in many things but silence would not be one of them, meaning she was expected to fail.
“Am I going to have to flip you over and spank your ass, baby? Can you feel it already, my hands on you, the heat? I can see it already, your perfect ass in my hands, my marks on you making your skin heat and colour.”
Yes, failure would be hers and she couldn’t be happier. His words caused her body to react without his touch, but together they were catastrophic to her silence. She cried out again and immediately felt one side of her behind warming as the spank registered, although she was slightly disappointed that she hadn’t been flipped over as he’d earlier threatened. The added layer of torturous pleasure washed over her resulting in louder and louder screams sounding more feral.
