“I don’t like us to talk about other people when we’re together, you know that.” He sighed. “But just this once, Natasha; I have spanked all of my wives in the way of single strokes at some point, some liked it more than others, but nobody liked it like you do and I have never spanked any of them like this, like I want to with you. Partly because they were usually more compliant than you,” he told her with a wink that made her smile.
“What happens afterwards?” She still felt confused by her conflicting feelings.
“Well, as I am seriously horny just thinking about it, I would like to think I will fuck you afterwards, if that’s what you want.” He led her towards the bedroom door. “Is that what you want afterwards, Tasha?”
She nodded, her nerves rising again.
“Answer me?” he said firmly.
“Yes.”
“Okay then, baby, we’ll take it nice and slowly. Go and get rid of the jeans and sneakers, and your bra,” he ordered and opened the bedroom door for her. “Then wait for me.”
She stood nervously in her pants and t-shirt and thought this was part of the game he was playing, building the anticipation and she had to admit she was very turned on now and he would be in no doubt about it when he touched her. She breathed deeply as the door opened and she watched him walk past her to sit on the bed.
When he looked across at her and curled his finger to summon her she was already clenching inside.
“Now,” he said insistently.
James was definitely here now, Mr Control Freak himself, of that there was no doubt.
She stood before him and he immediately buried his face between her thighs and sniffed in her aroma, deep and loud.
“You smell good, honey. You smell horny.” He sat up again, pulled her pants down and held her hand as she stepped out of them. He smiled at her as she straightened. “I really do love your tits.”
She looked down and saw her aching breasts were betraying how she felt as her t-shirt lost the battle to conceal large, hard nipples protruding through the thin fabric and assumed that was why he’d said no bra.
Grabbing her wrist, Jim pulled her across his lap and cocked one of his legs over one of hers, the one closest to him. He rested one arm on her lower back holding her against the bed and with his free hand he pushed her ‘free’ leg over to force her thighs to spread.
“Tasha, turn your head so I can see your face,” he told her, and she did so immediately.
He rubbed his hand across her bottom, both cheeks in turn, gently, then a little firmer before his hand disappeared and sharply returned.
She was shocked that it had landed with no warning and was more shocked when her skin warmed and stung so soon. Tasha was trying to absorb the feelings this was prompting within her when his hand came back down again, on the other side, before he massaged her again, but allowed his hand to move lower until his fingers found her softening and moistening folds, making her moan.
“Oh, baby, you are ready so soon. You like this, don’t you?” He rotated his fingers inside her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she moaned and then another smack rang out and took her further by surprise causing her to cry out loudly.
She was beyond hot now; her ass was burning, but she was seriously turned on by this, but why? She understood why he got off on being in control, by the power, but why did she? It was degrading, humiliating, it was so basic and primal. He was using his strength to overpower her, to make her submit to his will, to encourage her to conform to his ideals and this was the consequence to her not doing so and she was loving it. Although, she wasn’t sure she should be. Was it wrong of her to like this so much, especially when she considered that her parents had never shied away from physical retribution?
Another smack was followed by his fingers burying themselves deep within her and doing the circling thing he did, rotating, massaging. Tasha could feel all of her muscles tensing and contracting, she was so close already. His hand moved away and suddenly it was back, stinging sharply.
“You were never the girl I was just fucking, Tasha.”
He rubbed her cheeks, exciting her, but hurting her too. He seemed angry with her about that comment.
Then he spoke and she realised he was angry about several things. “This is for the nos.”
His hand struck again, hard. Yes, she’d been right about that bothering him, but this was getting more intense, the physical feelings and her confused emotions.
“And the sulking.” His hand came down again. He gently parted her cheeks and found her tight anus and rubbed and fingered it gently until the tip of his little finger disappeared. “I am going to fuck you here, Tasha,” he growled, making her moan and buck against his arm and leg. “Keep still, baby,” his voice softened slightly. “Not yet, but I will be the only man to have been here.” He gently pulled his finger tip out and then slipped it back in before removing it to squeeze her cheeks firmly.
She was so sore now that she seriously questioned whether she would be able to sit down at all after this, but maybe he was done now, with the spanking anyway.
“And I am going to be the only fuck buddy you ever have,” he said angrily as the next strike, the hardest one landed, but lower so it stung across her behind and also beyond allowing his fingers to claim her again.
As soon as they entered her, she tightened around them, all of her muscles clenched and immediately she convulsed into an orgasm causing her to cry out and again she realised she really was his and would do exactly what he wanted. Had any other man suggested this, hitting her, spanking her she would have said no and run for the hills. She would have viewed them as a bully, a violent, sadistic woman beater, like her dad and Liam, but this was different. James was different. He made her different.
