She climbed out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and leggings before starting the task of tidying up from the previous night. She took the rubbish out and got stuck on the stairs courtesy of delivery men with a huge bed being taken into the flat next door. One of the men apologised as she found herself squashed by the mattress on the stairs.
She smiled at him, it was just circumstance rather than any intent on the man’s part that saw her in this position. “It’s not the first time I’ve been trapped on a mattress.”
She giggled as he freed her. It was a good job Jim wasn’t there, it would definitely be deemed as inappropriate as far as he was concerned.
She finished cleaning the kitchen and plumped all of the cushions and dusted before vacuuming the floor. After making the bed she found something to wear and showered before booking her flight to L.A. for the following Thursday, first class and used Jim’s card to pay for it. She knew that would make him happy, she would make him happy by complying with what she knew he would want.
Her phone beeped with a simple message.
With a giggle she dressed quickly in what the assistant had called a black scalloped lace up merry-widow and as she slipped a pair of black peep toes on she decided it made her look ultra-sexy with a purple lace trim detail at the cups and waist and a ruffle trim. She slipped on the matching g-string and looked at her reflection again and grinned. Men had always found her attractive, but when she was described as beautiful she thought it was a step too far, but since knowing Jim he really had made her feel beautiful. The way he enjoyed her body, like nobody ever had before. He was gorgeous, successful, funny, clever, articulate and sexy as fuck, and could have had just about anyone he wanted, so why had he chosen her as his lucky number seven? Especially when she managed to piss him off so easily. She didn’t care why, she was just glad he had and she really couldn’t wait to be with him every day, to share his house and his bed.
The intercom buzzed making her jump.
“Hello,” she answered having virtually run to answer it.
“Hey baby,” he replied.
She pressed the door release button and opened the front door before returning to the kitchen where she nervously waited for him to appear. The sound of the front door shutting set off dozens of butterflies in her stomach.
“Very nice, very sexy,” he said as walked towards her, drinking in what she wore.
“As you requested.”
He had her crushed against the kitchen counter now, “And the blindfold?” he asked, pushing his groin, and more specifically his erection into her belly.
“On the bed.” She was already breathless.
“Wait here,” he ordered and returned a minute later, grinning as he spun the blindfold around his finger.
She could feel the familiar clenching deep inside as he reached her again and his mouth found hers.
“I’ve missed you.” He pulled her hair back to expose her neck. “What would you like to do?”
“You.”
“Soon,” he assured her. “Let’s play first.”
The room went dark as he slipped the blindfold over her head until it completely covered her eyes.
He teased and tormented her breasts with his teeth, tongue and fingers through the delicate fabric of her lingerie.
“James,” she moaned.
“Where are your keys, Tasha?”
Why did he want her keys? Maybe he was putting the dead lock on…what had he got planned if they needed locking in?
“On the table,” she replied regardless of her inner questions and any possible concerns.
He picked them up, then led her from room to room before she heard the front door open, the chill of air washed over her before the door shut and he led her into another room. What was he doing? She felt really disorientated. He picked her up so she was hanging over his shoulder.
