“Why?” she asked with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment again.
“Baby, I woke up to the sound of you moaning in obvious pleasure and it was a serious turn on.” He took her hand and pulled it beneath the covers and rested it on his large erection. “Now, I am thrilled to know that I was the cause of it, but I would like to know exactly what I was doing,” he told her as she gripped him tightly and began to move her hand slowly up and down. “Oh baby, that is good, now tell me what I was doing to you,” he commanded as he lowered his mouth to her ear and neck where he began to nuzzle her making her moan and move her hand faster.
“Slow down, honey, there really is no rush.” He placed his hand over hers. “Now talk.”
“I was tied to a bed,” she began, causing a smirk to curl his lips as he realised just hung up she was on that idea. “But it wasn’t here in our bed, maybe a hotel room and I couldn’t move.”
She suddenly realised her hand was picking up speed again making Jim breathe more deeply and her running commentary on her dream was obviously turning him on as much as she’d been turned on in her sleep.
“You were very attentive and I felt delirious. Every time I thought it was over you started again until I didn’t know what to do. I was so turned on and didn’t know if I could recover. I was powerless to do anything or to stop you. I was unable to prevent anything you did; you used your fingers, your mouth and then.” Her breaths came in gasps as the arousal built in her body too. “Then you fucked me. Hard and fast while sucking on my nipples. I was nothing more than sensation as I felt an orgasm building again, but then as I came I panicked because I thought I was going to pee. When I first came to I thought I may have already wet myself.”
“Really?” He held her hand firmly, preventing it from moving.
“Yes. I had to check that I hadn’t wet the bed.” She sounded truly horrified at the memory. Jim laughed despite her flushed complexion and low voice indicating her embarrassment. She pushed him with her free hand. “You promised not to laugh.” She pouted.
“I know. Sorry, but I realise why you were looking down at the bed now.”
“Yes, well I hadn’t even realised you were here, never mind lying awake looking at me.”
He laughed again. “Sorry,” he repeated, “Go on.”
“There’s not much more to say; I realised I hadn’t wet myself, but then I thought that if I didn’t get to the bathroom quickly I would pee. I made a hasty retreat to the bathroom and saw that you were lying in bed awake and watching me.
“I wish I could live in your head,” he mused aloud.
“I thought you did,” she retorted.
He laughed once before he began to move her hand along his length at an increased pace before kissing her hard.
She heard his breathing getting faster so allowed her hand to rub across his balls and as she felt them begin to tighten he pulled her hand away.
“No, not yet.” He rolled her onto her back with her wrists held in one hand above her head whilst his other began to tease her body; her neck, arms, breasts, nipples, naval, but as he got as far as her pubic bone he paused.
“I like the idea of you being tied up and helpless to stop me doing exactly what I want, Tasha. To make you come, or to stop you. All the time you’d be wondering what I was going to do next. I might do nothing.” He removed his hands from her, making his point. “Or I might not.”
He returned his hands to where they’d previously been then lowered his hand until his fingers were rotating inside her making her moan and buck beneath him. She felt her momentum building with a sensation of a near burn between her legs.
He leaned down to mouth her ear, whispering against it. “Not, yet baby, wait for it. I’m going to fuck you and make you come really hard, honey, for real.” His words and movements made her writhe beneath him. Part of her wished he’d stop talking because she was really close to the point of no return.
“You are real close aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Jim. I’m going to come. I won’t be able to stop.” She was stammering and rambling but was unsure if she wanted to come now or not. Moreover, she didn’t know if Jim or James, whichever he was wanted her to.
“Sure you will because I don’t want you to come, so you won’t, not until I am fucking you, Tasha, real hard and then I will let you. It will feel real good and then you will thank me for making you wait,” he told her and she knew without a doubt that she was dealing with James and any questions about what he did or didn’t want her to do had been answered.
“Please, don’t talk about it, you’ll make me come.”
“Baby, have you forgotten that I call the shots? And if I want to talk about fucking you I will and if you do come I will be very angry and disappointed and then you will have to make amends,” he told her darkly, the darkness only added to her arousal and anticipation of release.
“Sorry.” She was nothing if not compliant as his fingers remained inside her, but thankfully they remained still.
“Now, where was I?” He began to move his fingers while his thumb found her swollen clitoris.
He smiled down at her tormented expression as she tried to prevent her own climax, but he hadn’t yet decided whether he would let her succeed or not. He began to gently circle around her clitoris with his thumb and mirrored the movement with his tongue around her nipple.
“Oh God, James, please, please stop,” she pleaded making him smile to himself as he ignored her request.
She began to moan and writhe at his hands again while he lifted his mouth and looked up at her with her eyes tightly closed and her teeth biting down firmly into her lower lip.
