“Next week…I promise, next week.” She gasped, but he said nothing, just picked up more speed.
“Not yet, Tasha,” he told her once more.
She couldn’t hang on much longer and his talking made her hornier. The more she thought about not coming, the closer she came to doing the opposite. She could feel tears at the back of her eyes. She really had to stop crying when she had sex. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had taken to doing that; frustration was one thing and last night she had been completely burnt out, but why now? Although she was incredibly sore, courtesy of the spanking. She wouldn’t cry, not this time.
“Natasha, marry me,” he said.
This was his proposal! She looked up at the mirror at the bottom of the bed and as she watched their reflections she had to admit that this was not like any proposal she had ever imagined receiving. They were shagging doggy style after he had spanked her arse red raw and now he was proposing.
“Answer me, Natasha,” he almost snarled at her as he battled with his own orgasm as it barrelled towards him.
This was beyond surreal, most unconventional, but nothing about them had ever been conventional so why should this be any different? She realised the threat of tears were no longer present, so that was one thing at least.
“Yes, James. I’ll marry you.” She surprised herself and possibly him too, but she realised at the very second he’d asked, she really did want to marry him.
Her acceptance only seemed to prompt him to increase his movements to a merciless speed and within seconds she was falling apart in front of him crying out his name and after he called out to her he stilled before they collapsed on the bed together, still joined, and now engaged.
Chapter 45
“We need to find a date then, baby,” Jim said. He pulled Tasha closer and buried his face in her hair.
“Not yet, though. There’s no hurry is there?” She leaned back against him.
“No hurry, but there’s no point in waiting for the sake of it,” he countered.
“Can we wait until I am settled in L.A. and then talk about it properly?” she asked cautiously.
“That’s not really working for me, Tasha. But we can wait until you come out next week to talk about it.”
“Thank you, and can we keep it to ourselves, for now?” She felt nervousness seeping in.
“For now,” he agreed and pulled away from her to roll onto his back.
She moved towards him and as she landed on her bottom winced and moaned making him smile.
“I think you may have done me some damage.”
He laughed again but gently stroked her face.
“As turned on as you made me, I don’t think I like this, it hurts,” she said seriously.
“That is kind of the point, honey. It was a punishment, to make you consider your behaviour in the future, to deter you from telling me about a fuck buddy, to discourage you from persistently telling me no or from sulking,” he explained, amused and then added, “I actually only got halfway through my list, baby, but we can call it quits for the sake of your very beautiful ass, my ass, our ass.” He gently stroked a hand over her behind.
“Thank you, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want you to do it again in your office.”
“You are absolutely fucking amazing, Tasha,” he told her seriously before looking at his watch. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“Dunno, maybe I could sit in a cold bath or something.” She laughed at her predicament and own suggestion.
“Pizza and a movie?”
“Before or after the cold bath?”
“After, see if you can’t take the heat out of it.” He grinned then gathered her in his arms and pulled her close.
The Sunday tabloid ran the story of her father’s account of a family dispute caused by Tasha resulting in him losing his temper and lashing out, for the first time ever. Tasha had removed her siblings and with help from a rich American he had just discovered she was dating, she had taken out an injunction and ensured that him and his wife were excluded from their children’s lives and had even claimed his in-laws had always disliked him and finally used it to get residency of his youngest daughter. He had begged for a reunion with them all, but feared Tasha would not allow that. He even said she had cut all ties with her heartbroken mother.
She stared at it disbelievingly, but maybe it shouldn’t have been so much of shock, after all, neither of her parents were the honest sort. “What a load of bollocks!”
