He gently rested a hand between her knees and quietly and calmly repeated himself. “Tasha, I said open your legs, baby.” He stared at her intently and she found herself obeying what was definitely an order, even with the addition of hisbaby. “I want to make you feel better. I want to make you smile.”
With all doubt in her mind evaporating, Tasha allowed her legs to spread freely, willingly. They exchanged a glance before he disappeared beneath her dress.
Twenty minutes later Jim had brought her to the verge of a glorious explosion and then stopped several times. All other thoughts of anyone and anything that wasn’t the two of them were forgotten now. All details of her mother and father’s latest falling out and their need for money gone, but she was beginning to lose focus. She needed a release from this and knew it wouldn’t be coming anytime soon, although she was going to come for sure if he continued with his devilish manipulation of her body.
Suddenly, Jim got to his feet and beckoned her to stand. She had no clue where they were going but really hoped it was to bed. That she was going to be somehow rewarded for her powers of self-restraint that she couldn’t quite believe she was still in control of.
Taking her free hand, Jim led her to the back of the sofa and sat her on the edge of it. He lifted her leg and traced his fingers back up her thigh, higher and higher. She gasped as they found her molten core. Smiling at her, he put his fingers in her mouth again. Tasha couldn’t quite believe just how hot she found this, how hot she found him. He returned his fingers to her already rippling sex, causing that familiar sensation to build further, tempting it to wash over her as she moved to meet his touch almost forgetting she was practising self-restraint. She thought this might be what he’d planned; to get her this way and to make her come in order to bend her over, or put her across his knee to spank her as punishment which was fine by her. Anything more would be welcomed by Tasha. As a last ditch attempt to maintain her control she paused for a breath and just as she could feel that she was about to fall apart at James’ hands, literally, he stopped, maybe knowing just how close she was. Maybe he didn’t want her to fail.
“Oh shit!” she cried as she lost her balance and fell off the sofa.
Immediately, Jim grabbed her and turned her round in an instant so she was bending over the sofa with her arse in the air and then nothing.
“Please,” she begged, desperate for him to touch her, to spank her.
“What do you want, Tasha?” He still made no attempt to touch her.
“Touch me, please, anything, spank me,” she cried, anguish and shame flooding through her whole body. Why did she want this and what did it say about her? She was damaged, she knew that, but this was wrong, wasn’t it?
Jim made no response, but was clearly happy to give her what she was asking for. The sting across her behind gave her the realisation that he had spanked her again, but had managed to get the contact he’d previously desired. The first spank landed on her right cheek, followed by one to the left. The burn was reassuring and satisfying. He continued, another two smacks, one more spank on each cheek. The simple burn intensified into a scorching heat that had her moaning out loud, pleading to be touched, the arousal that was escaping her surely clear to him as well as her.
Her moans, cries and calls formoreandpleaseechoed around them for several seconds after the last spank landed.
With the spanking over, Tasha realised she was still over the back of the sofa. She turned to look at Jim, but he wasn’t there. Rubbing her bottom where he had hit her it felt warm through her dress and a little tender, but as she rubbed it she felt very sexy. In fact, it was turning her on even more, if that was possible.
“Show me.” The voice of command made her jump as it came from behind her.
“It’s fine,” she protested, feeling awkward and self-conscious about just how much she’d enjoyed getting the red bottom she was currently sporting.
“Show me,” he repeated from his position standing next to her, somehow demanding to see it now, but she didn’t protest further, she simply lifted her dress up, revealing herself.
Gently, Jim rubbed the warm, tender cheeks in turn whilst whispering in her ear. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Tasha nodded and cried out again as he let his fingers move to find her arousal that he was almost bathing his fingers in.
“James, please,” she cried as she felt tremors through her legs in preparation for the release it desperately craved.
The removal of his hands from her suggested her release had not been earned yet.
“Let’s watch a movie. It’s some romantic comedy. I thought you might like it.” He held a remote control in one hand and one of her hands in the other to lead her to the sofa. “Sit,” he commanded as if dog training again, yet she did as she was told, sitting exactly where he positioned her.
Jim left the room briefly and returned a minute later with a bottle of wine and two glasses as the opening credits appeared on the screen. He put the drinks on the table and filled the glasses before turning off the light to sit at the end of the sofa bracketing Tasha with his legs, one behind her and the other in front.
“Here,” he called and summoned her to move up the sofa so that she had her back against his front allowing him to drape his hands around her neck, resting on her breasts while he hooked his feet over her legs to pull them apart slightly.
Tasha settled into his chest and although she was certain that his torture, or practising her restraint technique as he called it was far from over. She felt happy, safe and comfortable with this handsome and controlling man.
As the movie ended they were in almost the same position as at the start of the movie. Her whole body was aching after his relentless onslaught of it that had continued throughout the movie.
“What did you think?” he asked as they lay still.
“Okay, although I kept losing my focus.” Tasha smiled.
“I can’t think why.” His hands were moving again, eliciting moans, groans and tiny gasps.
“I think you know exactly why.”
“I could stay like this forever, Tasha.” The words were whispered against her ear as he nuzzled the nape of her neck.
