His next words confirmed he’d needed to hear her voice. “Oh, honey, the reason you are on your front right now is so that I have ready access to your ass, so you be sure to remember when to speak and when to keep that smart mouth in check.”
Tasha, tied to the bed, smiled now as she recalled the way she’d gasped and grabbed the sheet around her as she felt him enter her forcefully and then move quickly. She clenched everything below the waist and really doubted if she’d be able to stop herself from coming for more than a couple of minutes.
She’d already thought she was still sore, maybe she was too sore for what he’d planned and the chafing of her delicate and tender folds as he’d moved inside her had actually made her fairly certain that she might never recover from this latest round. Tasha shuddered as she’d imagined how sore she might feel tomorrow, which was actually today now and she was very bruised and swollen but the truth was that she couldn’t get enough of Jim.
As she had the previous night Tasha questioned if he was like a drug to her. Perhaps that was why junkies and alcoholics fought so hard with their demons and battled for years to get clean, not always succeeding. She then wondered whether this kind of hyper-dependency was what had driven number six to suicide, the inability to control her smart mouth and her orgasms.
Tasha allowed herself a very short smile now as she remembered just how glad she was that he hadn’t been able to see her face when her thoughts began to race so randomly because he hadn’t intended for her to enjoy his treatment of her. Her mind running off on a course of its own had only served to distract her from her body’s reactions and it was only when her breathing had suddenly changed that she realised she was ready to come. She’d known she couldn’t, she’d even wondered if she could do it without him noticing, but she knew that would be impossible. She really couldn’t afford to come. Her behind wouldn’t have been able to bear her to do that. It had been stinging and she’d been convinced it was glowing and although she was desperate to come and to find some release, she hadn’t wanted to do it unless he wanted her to. What the hell was that about? How had he done that to her, made his opinion mean so much in such a short time?
Her thoughts had been interrupted by James. “I can feel it Tasha, you’re almost there, but I swear to god if you come, there will be serious consequences,” he’d said as he rubbed his hands over each cheek. “This is for me,” he’d growled, not that she needed reminding of that.
God, he really hadn’t been helping her. When domineering James barked his threats at her she became even more aroused. Just then his pace had quickened and he’d gripped her hips tightly, dug his fingers into her flesh then stilled. His breathing had been fast and loud and as her body had reacted again, tensing around him she was sure it had all been over, but then he was gone.
She’d let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Well done.” He’d bent down and kissed each cheek in turn. “So beautiful.” His warm breath danced across her bottom and beyond.
She’d collapsed face down onto the bed and hoped he’d give her a minute or two to calm down and not force her body to conspire against her any more than it already had.
Jim had quickly disappeared into the bathroom as she’d considered taking care of herself but she knew he’d know and he’d undoubtedly make her suffering last longer. He’d quickly returned and studied her lying on the bed still.
“Have you made yourself come?”
“No.”
“Good.” He’d smiled. “Did you want to?”
“Yes,” she’d admitted, blushing.
“Good. I’m pleased. Get into bed, baby.”
Once she’d climbed up the bed and got under the covers James climbed in beside her, “Climb on top of me.”
She’d followed the instruction and sat astride him.
“I was thinking earlier that after I’d had that one for me, I might let you do this.”
He’d shifted her down so that she could feel him beneath her. “But I don’t know that you’ve earned it and I know you like to earn things on your own merits.” He’d taunted, using her own words against her.
He’d began to caress her breasts again, pulling and kneading them firmly. “You really do have the best tits I have ever seen,” he’d said as he pulled her down for a kiss. He’d been breathing into her hair when he’d said, “I want you naked.”
Tasha removed the nightie and smiled at him hopefully.
“Get back into bed, it’s late. We should get a little sleep.” He’d smiled at her disappointed expression.
She’d obediently climbed beneath the covers as he’d wrapped himself around her and kissed her shoulders gently. That gesture softened some of the names she was calling him in her head.
“Night night, honey.” He’d reached over to turn the light off and that was how her night had ended.
Tasha really had never had a night like that, or the night before. This was a weekend she would never ever forget.
She turned and looked at her free hand and noticed the phone within reach, as was a piece of paper and her purse.
She laughed as she read the details on the paper.
‘Flight AX7943
New York to L.A.
