He released her from the grip of his arm and leg and helped her to stand before standing up too. He tilted her head with a finger beneath her chin and bent down to kiss her with tiny, gentle, lingering kisses that she responded to immediately, but was in no mood for gentle and tender, something Jim realised as Tasha pulled him to her to unleash her tongue in his mouth.
“You really are a constant source of amazement, Tasha.” He pulled away from her slightly. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes.” She was okay and yet now, afterwards, in the aftermath she felt slightly uncomfortable, embarrassed almost.
“Have you had enough?” asked Jim sounding slightly concerned. “You’re in control here, honey. You want to stop, we stop.”
Tasha smiled. She believed every word of what he said. Knew that if she said she wanted to stop, to carry on, to go out, stay in, anything, he would be fine with that and respect her decision. More than that, he would take care of her and make her feel safe.
“No! Yes!”
He laughed at her conflicting responses. “Which is it baby, no or yes?”
“No, I haven’t had enough of you, but yes I have had enough spanking, or at least my ass has.” She turned with a slight grimace at the red glow she currently wore.
He winced as he looked at it and for a second looked guilty. Tasha took Jim’s hand and placed it on her hot, sore behind.
“I liked it far more than I thought I would. I like you to touch me. I like the way you make me feel when you touch me, inside and out,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I like the way you control me because I am yours, all of me,” she whispered, making him moan as she heard the familiar sound of fabric ripping, her t-shirt this time that looked like an old rag as it hit the floor making her smile. “I wish I had never been with anybody else, but I am glad you’ll be the only fuck buddy I’ll ever have now, James,” she said seductively as she undid his jeans.
He pulled his t-shirt off and looked down at her as he let his jeans drop to the floor with his boxers and stepped out of them. “What now then, Tasha?” He stared at her, eyeing her whole body, devouring her, making her squirm inside and out. “Do you want me to make love to you?”
“No. I want you to fuck me,” she said bluntly, already stepping back towards the bed where she lay down quickly causing her to wince and jump as the firm bed made contact with her sore bottom.
He smiled at her and let out a single laugh. “Maybe not like that though? Roll over, show me your ass.”
She rolled over and drew her knees up until she was on all fours, responding to the commanding tone of his voice, inviting him to take her, begging him, in what must have been the most lewd of ways.
He was instantly there, behind her, driving himself into her in a single thrust as he stroked her hot cheeks.
“Oh, baby,” he crooned. “I love your ass.” His hands gently kneaded it.
“Your ass,” she moaned.
“Yes, honey, mine. What else is mine, Tasha?” His speed and rhythm increased and his arms reached around her body to tease her nipples.
“My tits, they’re yours too, and my pussy is yours, all of me, James.”
“That’s right. You are mine and when you live in my house I can do this to you every day, everywhere. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she moaned and knew she was close to finding her release again.
“When you move in with me I think I will take you into my office and spank you again and then fuck you hard, baby,” he tormented.
“Oh God,” she cried as she began to buck her hips and met him thrust for thrust.
“Not yet, Tasha, don’t come yet,” he ordered.
She really did need to have a conversation with him about giving her a sign or some warning when he was going to do this, the whole, ‘don’t’ thing because she was so close now and hadn’t realised she’d be expected to wait.
“You want me to take you into my office, honey?”
“Yes,” she replied hoarsely.
“When Tasha?”
“Soon,” she replied but was focused on trying to stop her body from betraying her.
“When Tasha?” he asked again, impatient now as he firmly squeezed her buttocks. “Tell me when,” he demanded.
