“Stay focused, Tasha.” He gently smacked her thigh with his free hand which had the desired effect of refocusing her attention on him and his question. “Tell me about your night, baby.”
“I danced and had a couple of drinks, and...” She moaned loudly now as the circular movements of his fingers on her clit quickened further.
“And what Tasha?”
“And that was all. It was a good night.” She was more than happy to have a conversation with Jim, but not this one. She would much rather they discussed what they were going to do with and for each other instead of what she’d done earlier without him.
“I don’t believe you.” His voice was flat and low and his fingers were on the move again, back up her body, across her hips and belly, her breasts and shoulders, her neck, and finally they rested on her lips.
“What else Tasha?”
“Nothing, really.” She was desperate to convince him nothing out of the ordinary had occurred on her night out and yet she somehow suspected he knew something had, but how?
He shook his head as he looked down at her. “Oh dear, baby. We’ll play this your way. Well, actually this is going to be my way now.” There seemed to be an undercurrent of anger in his voice. “I am going to kiss and lick you all over and you will beg me to make you come, but I won’t. When you’re crying with frustration I am going to fuck you, but you still won’t come, but you will answer my question and you will tell me the truth, but you still won’t come, understand?” he sounded almost menacing, but Tasha didn’t feel in anyway threatened, just desperate for release.
“James, please,” she begged, knowing he meant every word and although she knew he knew something had happened it seemed too late to reveal all now.
She was trying to protect Philip and any chance of a social life for herself, but it was all going to come out eventually, just not now. If she told him now he would march over and chastise a drunken Philip and that would be unfair. He was far too drunk for this and even if she did come clean her frustration was already guaranteed and this was all part ofthe game. Tasha acknowledged James was very serious in many ways about the game, but she wanted to play it. She liked the game play, she liked James the control freak and he was here now and she wanted him to stay a while so she’d abide by his rules. She felt a light sting on her thigh and smiled to herself. The game was definitely on.
He began by kissing her deeply and roughly as she writhed beneath him. He traced his lips down her face, her neck, her shoulder and chest and then her breasts.
She moaned as he relentlessly devoured her breasts, first through the satin fabric of her bra and again once he’d released them so they sat pertly over the top of the satin. He continued to tease and torment her nipples as she called out again.
“James, please. I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not. Don’t do it.” The words, laced with foreboding were almost barked at her and although she was expecting another sting to her thigh none came.
It suddenly occurred to her that unusually he’d stuck to her right thigh. It was most unlike James; he distributed things evenly, partly to surprise her she thought, but definitely to avoid hurting her. He did this for fun, for their pleasure, not to hurt her, never to hurt her.
“Trust me, baby?” he asked, confirming her own thoughts about what they were doing.
“Fuck!” She cried out as she realised James, his fingers and tongue were now nestled between her legs, but still no sting. He had to know about the events of her evening, but how?
She couldn’t deny her own confusion. He had avoided all contact with her left thigh, the one Alex had grabbed and pinched as he’d tried to get his hand up her dress, but Jim couldn’t know unless someone had told him, but who? Juan, Philip, one of the others, Donny? She was sure only Juan had been aware of it. He wouldn’t tell Jim, would he? It would drop Philip in it more than anyone because he was the one watching her, or not, when the incident had occurred.
Her body was again conspiring against her and was closer than ever, but hopefully not too close. Her inner musing distracted her from exerting any self-control.
Jim moved back up her body and relentlessly continued to bring her to the brink, again and again until she was, as he’d predicted, begging for him to make her come and the more she begged the less inclined he became to let her.
“I love to see you like this, Tasha. I like to watch you.” He stared down at her.
“I like you watching me. But please let me come now.” She begged again.
“No can do, honey. I warned you, but this is how you wanted to play it. How you chose to play it. Roll over, baby.”
She did as she was told and allowed him to pull her hips up and her legs apart before letting out a little whine as she heard the sound of the condom opening and then he was there, edging his very tip into her, slowly, so slowly she was barely aware of him being there until he asked, “You want to do this, honey?”
“Yes,” she groaned as his hand stroked the globes of her behind. “Please, your way,” she told him, granting him permission to do this.
Without further ado Jim was sliding into her fully, then with force and speed he slammed into her, pounding and grinding.
“Oh James, please.”
She really doubted her ability to stop herself. He’d been going at this for what felt like forever. She was so close and yet so far away. The sudden sharp sting to her right buttock made her groan loudly.
“James, I can’t stop, please.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t Tasha. Not yet.
