She was ready to cry now, real tears, just like he warned her she would. His relentlessness was something to behold. A smile curled Tasha’s lips as she had an idea.
“I thought you liked to see me, to watch me. Let me turn round. Watch me.”
“I know what you’re trying to do, Tasha. I am watching you. I can see you smiling, baby.” He leaned forward and gently tugged her hair to reveal their reflection in the huge mirror at the bottom of the bed. “You’re trying to play me, honey.”
She stared at the image of them like this and found it a serious turn on. He began to run his fingers over her shoulders and back as he talked her through what he was doing. His hands settled on her hips which is when he allowed his left hand to drop to her thigh.
“What happened tonight, Tasha? To you?”
“Please, nothing, really...” she mumbled as the sting returned to her left buttock this time. A ripple coursed through her body that gasped and clenched. Her small grip on her self-control slipped a little further.
“You’re lying. I know you are, you’re not good at lying, not to me.” His movements quickened and the ripple she felt earlier gained momentum. The sound of his voice and the warmth radiating from her behind caused her to let out another cry.
“James, please.”
The tears pricked her eyes until finally they rolled down her cheeks and fell onto the bed beneath her. One final glance up at their reflection revealed his eyes fixed on her.
“You should tell me, Tasha,” he told her reflection, his voice and expression softened with every word he uttered. “Tell me how your dress got ripped, baby.”
How had she thought she’d ever get away with returning home with her dress torn unnoticed? Juan had been right, Jim really did notice everything.
“You could start by telling me who did this.” He rubbed a hand gently across her left thigh and as he moved his hand, he revealed a large finger mark or a bruise where Alex had grabbed her. That’s why he hadn’t smacked her there. Because she’d already been hurt and he didn’t want to hurt her, only to give her pleasure. His pace quickened again and she knew he wouldn’t take long now, but neither would she.
“Somebody grabbed me,” she blurted out. “A man. I was just dancing.”
“I told you to be careful.” He hissed out from between gritted teeth, then gripped her hips firmly and pulled her back against him as he stilled.
She groaned, moving back with him until they were sitting up, Jim sitting on his heels and Tasha sitting back on him. He brushed the tears off her cheek and smiled at her reflection. She began to rotate her hips against him.
“No.” Ever so gently he pushed her forward, off him. “Take your shoes and bra off and get into bed and when I come back you can tell me exactly what happened tonight.”
He disappeared into the bathroom while she took her remaining item of clothing off. Before removing her shoes she looked at her bruised leg in the mirror.
“Dickhead,” she cursed to herself as James reappeared.
“I said to get into bed. Take your shoes off, they distract me,” he told her and was already pulling the bed covers back allowing him to climb into bed where he summoned her to join him. She happily complied and lay down next to him, leaning back against him as he pulled her close.
“As always you were amazing, baby. Your power of self-control is becoming very impressive.”
“Mmm, not amazing enough for you to give in to me though.”
“No. I may have done if you hadn’t perpetuated your lie with denials. So, roll over and tell me how my girlfriend comes to have a bruise on her thigh and a torn dress.”
She turned to face him and explained. “It was nothing, not really. This guy was dancing with me and he was drunk. He got closer and closer and I told him I had a boyfriend, but as he has a boyfriend and a girlfriend he didn’t see it as an issue and when I tried to move away he put his hand up my dress and grabbed at my thigh, hence the bruise. I told him to piss off and then I went to the bathroom.”
He frowned. “And the ripped dress?”
She continued. “When I came back he thought I may still want to dance with him and when I said no he tried to pull me back towards the dance floor so I pulled away and my dress tore just as Juan appeared and he stayed with me after sorting this guy out and that is all. I hadn’t realised he had marked me and Juan tried to patch my dress up. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but—”
“But I notice everything, especially about you. You know I don’t like the idea of anyone touching you. Especially not some drunk slime-ball in a sleazy club.” He sounded angry now. “You should have told me, and you should have come straight home when it happened. Where the fuck were Juan and Philip when this was all happening?”
She placed her fingers on his lips to signal he shouldn’t interrupt.
“I’m sorry you’re angry, but girls get touched by boys all the time in pubs and clubs, it’s nothing. And yes maybe he was a slime-ball, but the club wasn’t sleazy. Juan had been with me most of the night and he’d gone to the bathroom and Philip was with some friends. Juan suggested coming home, but there was no need.”
“I don’t want you to be touched by anyone else, ever. Juan is someone else who does as they are told, unlike you and Philip. Although, I am glad you didn’t get drunk, but I thought after your outburst this afternoon about my Amanda lie of omission we’d reached an understanding. I know you won’t tell me every little thing that happens in your life on a day to day basis, no matter how much I would like you to. But if you come home bruised in torn clothes I need to know what’s happened, even if it is because of a drunken jackass. Okay?”
She nodded and stretched up to kiss him gently on the lips. “I love how much you care, but you’re still a control freak.”
