“I like to watch you like this. It makes me horny that I can do this to you,” he told her, his eyes fixed on hers.
Tasha said nothing, she didn’t need to. He was seriously hot and right now she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. It didn’t matter what he said, just hearing his voice was a turn on for her. With her breathing quickening, he pulled her hips so the whole of her behind was off the desk and was totally supported by his hands.
“Baby?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“Look at me.” She immediately focused on him. “This is for me, not you, do you understand?”
Staring into those dark eyes burning into her very soul she considered arguing because she had no clue why it was only for him, but she didn’t. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” He gently spanked her ass.
Oh God, he wasn’t going to make this easy for her with his talking and spanking?
“Yes, James.”
“Tell me why.”
He obviously expected an answer from her. She considered sayingnot a fucking cluebut he would be relentless then, so she thought of all the things she’d got wrong and it was quite a list. Before she could reply the sting was there, sharper this time.
“Tell me.”
She needed to think quickly because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take without coming. “The plane,” she said breathlessly.
“What about it?”
“My clothes.” She tried to think of anything other than what was happening, how she felt and how turned on she was because if she thought about what was really happening she was done for.
“Yes, your clothes. The very short, tight dress.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her behind before being followed up with a sting to the other side. “And the high shoes that made your legs look so good. I just wanted to pull them apart and fuck you right there.”
She could feel herself quickening again as he spoke to her and when she looked up he smiled, relentlessly increasing the pace of his rhythm. This man knew exactly what he was doing.
A slight sting followed. “Don’t do it, Tasha. Don’t come, baby.”
Then stop talking about it she screamed in her head if not aloud.
“What else, baby?”
“No pants,” she said and braced herself, and wisely too. That had obviously really pissed him off judging by the sting in her right cheek.
She could feel he was close and hoped he wouldn’t hold back much longer or she wouldn’t be able to stop herself
“I could do this all night.”
She was unsure if the words were intended as a threat or not, but they certainly felt it because she knew she would be lucky to do this beyond the next two minutes, especially with Mr Talkative at the helm.
“What else, Tasha? Why am I pissed at you?”
“Because of all things Howser.” For the first time she fully appreciated just how pissed he still was as her left cheek now radiated enough heat to warm the whole house. She cried out at the unexpected sting that remained and heightened her arousal leaving her in no doubt that she couldn’t take much more as his pace quickened further still.
“And?”
She couldn’t think of anything else. Was it because Lizzie had been there with Howser? She couldn’t bring his daughter into this, not right now, it would be so wrong. She had nothing else and then he brought his face down towards her, close enough she felt his breath warm her lips then cool.
“When I say to charge something, charge it, the bikini and my shirt.” He dug his fingers into her very hot and sore ass once more and was then still. He pulled out of her immediately for which she was grateful because another second would have been her downfall. He removed the condom and put on his boxers. “I still hate rubbers, please think about birth control.” He took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position.
“I will.”
