First class
798-2159’
Jx
Controlling in the extreme, his flight details.
“What the fu—” Still unsure where he was decided against finishing the sentence. “Okay, I surrender.” She shouted, in case he was loitering nearby, but was already calling the airline where she booked her ticket and smiled as she realised she was going to L.A. just as he said she would be.
“James, Jim,” she called loudly, but realised he really wasn’t here.
Where was he and how long was he going to be? Briefly, Tasha wondered if he was some kind of madman. More mad than she’d given him credit for. Like seriously mad in an,I have chained you to my bed and will keep you as my sex slave foreverkind of way.
Suddenly, the phone sprang into life. She answered it hesitantly.
“Hello.”
“Alarm call, madam. Would you like anything else?” came the reply from the lady’s voice at the other end of the line.
Like what? Tasha asked herself.Yes please, could you come and untie me because my crazy, domineering boyfr—, man friend, whatever the fuck he is has tied me to the bed, thanks!Maybe not.
“No, nothing, thank you.” She hung up, figuring she’d just need to stay where she was and wait.
She didn’t have to wait long and smiled as she heard him whistling as he re-entered the suite.
“Oh, hi there. You’re awake. You should have joined me in the lobby for coffee, honey.” He grinned.
“I would have liked that, but I’ve been a little tied up.” She smiled her amusement.
“So I see. You don’t mind?” Jim asked with a little doubt creeping into his voice for the first time.
“No. It’s very kinky and kind of funny. Thanks for the wake-up call.”
“You are most welcome. I didn’t want to come back until I knew you were awake.” He sat down on the bed and stretched across to kiss her gently on the lips. “You noticed I left one arm free?”
“I did wonder what that was for.”
“And what did you decide?”
“Well, I had a thought when I woke up feeling very frustrated.” With a small flush she grinned.
“And?”
She flushed further as she replied, “And nothing. I wasn’t entirely sure whether that was what you wanted me to do, so I didn’t.”
Jim smiled at her. He enjoyed her discomfort, but for no reason beyond the fact that he believed that she was out of her comfort zone with him and he liked that. “Good. I think you may be starting to get this. You’ll know when I want you to come because I’ll be the one doing it, baby.”
Tasha groaned at the thought of release, of being touched by the man before her. The same man she was going to L.A. with.
Jim was suddenly spurred into action by the sounds leaving her mouth. “Let me untie you.”
“No.” Her objection was loud and heartfelt, her reason a little less clear.
“What? Why?”
“Please don’t. I want you, James, like this.” Her voice grew hoarse as her complexion deepened to a darker hue.
“Oh, honey, you just keep convincing me more and more that you are my lucky number seven.”
