His hand tightened in her hair, preventing any movement that might allow her to alleviate her mortification. “How?”
She was beyond red now, but couldn’t stop. She needed him more than she’d ever needed anyone or anything. “I want you to do it, with your tongue,”
“Then what?”
Tasha knew for sure now he was playing again, playing her. He wanted her to use her foul mouth meaning it really might not bother him as much as he claimed.
She smiled at him and gave him what he wanted, kind of. “Then I want you to...make love to me.”
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I don’t believe you, and then what?” he repeated with a grin.
She sighed to herself and pulled his head to hers, slowly, seductively and licked the shell of his ear, nibbling gently as she whispered against it. “And then I want you to screw me.”
Pulling back slightly it only took one look at his face to know she’d answered correctly. Those words were exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Before she could consider congratulating herself on a game well played, he charged forward again and found her mouth with his, battering her lips before engaging his tongue that was exploring every part of her mouth. When he finally released her she felt as though her mouth had been assaulted, but in the best way possible.
“I could do this all night, Tasha.” His words seemed to be a pledge and a threat at the same time. “And I intend to do just that until you are screaming out my name, baby. Begging me to take you. And then? I will continue to drive you wild, but trust me when I say it will be worth it in the end, for us both.”
She stared at him and thought she may actually cry. When he’d threatened all night torture earlier she’d been slightly disbelieving, thinking he was simply teasing or boasting. However, now, he sounded too serious and spoke with such conviction she was worried he might mean it, literally,all night. She was so unbelievably aroused and needed this, she needed him and couldn’t wait another hour, never mind all night.
“Now. I want to do it now!” Hearing her own voice Tasha realised she sounded like a very petulant child in a sweet shop but didn’t care if it got her what she wanted.
He pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there so he could stare into her eyes and quite possibly her soul as he spoke. “You want it now? But you’re going to wait.” He spoke with conviction and utter belief in what he was telling her as he held her head perfectly still between his hands that had laced through her hair.
She considered begging and pleading, but something stopped her. Not any sense of self-respect or dignity because she reasoned they’d left the room when desperation entered, but something in those eyes that appeared to have darkened to a shade of black. She nodded.
“I should change,” he told her suddenly, his mood and aura calm as he walked off towards what she assumed was his bedroom.
Following him, Tasha paused at the door he’d left open, presumably so she could watch him. Standing in the doorway she wondered how this man, a complete stranger, could get under her skin and into her head and know what she would do and what she wanted when she’d had no clue herself until that evening.
She should leave. That would be the wise thing to do. He was messing with her head and this bossy, alpha male routine, as much of a turn on and attractive as she was finding it, it was also a huge red flag for her. She wasn’t a dog that needed a master nor a wayward child that required a lesson in discipline, but a young woman who should be respected and valued as an equal.
He had his back to her as he threw off his jacket, then came his shirt and tie followed by his shoes and finally he undid his trousers that he allowed to fall to the floor. She looked at him again, all of him, in all his glory. Her mind and body were full of longing and desire and like that all thoughts of walking away were gone. He really was very well packaged, so well-toned. His attractive and muscular back caused her to sigh, loudly, alerting him to her presence, although she suspected he’d known she was there all along.
He turned and stared at her intently. “So, is this what you want? You want me to fuck you? Or screw you if you like?” He sounded almost angry now.
She nodded, some of her earlier concern rearing its head again.
He lowered his boxers and she was suddenly speechless. He was big, bigger than she’d expected. She’d never had any complaints about the men she’d been with, except Liam, not that he counted, not really, but Jim was long and thick. Would she even be able to physically do this? Thank God he hadn’t been the one to break her in. She was still staring at him when he began to stroke himself.
“You can choose whether you work for me or not, Natasha, but my dick, my rules.”
“You really are big in Hollywood.” She was perplexed by her own joke when everything in her head was telling her to get the fuck out of there. To run. Run quickly and never look back. She ignored his reference to his dick and his rules, but did wonder what that meant.
He looked genuinely amused at her joke as he continued to stroke his own length. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, off his hand and his dick. She was positively salivating, she could feel it. Her mind was awash with contradictory thoughts; run, stay, never look back, never leave, throw herself on the floor and beg, tell him the price of being with him was too high, for her sanity if nothing else.
His eyes were trained on her, on her face, specifically her eyes that seemed to be conflicted, but in a really pained and torn way that bothered him. He really liked her and fancied the pants off her but he didn’t want to scare or harm her so he might just need to rethink, just a little.
A final stroke revealed the sheen of pre-cum across his tip followed by Tasha licking her lips. He imagined that mouth and tongue around his dick that was lurching while his balls began to tighten. He pulled his shorts back up and felt reassured by the look of disappointment that covered Tasha’s face.
“Let’s have a drink, maybe watch a movie and talk some more, after I put some clothes on, but you stay as you are, you look lovely, glowing.”
She moaned out loud, preparing to protest as he pulled her to him and allowed his hands to brush across her chest as they traced their way down her body until they came to rest on her hips, unable to resist touching and teasing her, just a little “I can’t wait to see you naked.”
“You don’t have to wait,” she told him as he released her. Nervously, gasping between each word Tasha wondered how to convince him to give in to her desire.
He said nothing. Maybe he was waiting to see just how far she was willing to go in order to entice him.
She gulped hard as her frustration grew then smiled coyly as she realised just how far she was willing to go, farther than she’d ever gone before. Tasha lowered her own hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up, slowly revealing her legs to him. The legs he’d enjoyed looking at when he first saw her. When the hem rested at the top of her legs she lifted it a little more, smiling at him as she began to stroke the dark triangle of hair nestled between her thighs. His view was totally unobstructed courtesy of her underwear still being in his pocket.
