“Soon though?” She sounded whiny to her own ears as he came up for breath leaving her own salty taste on her tongue.
He stared down at her seriously, but said nothing. She was sure he was considering smiling at her, however, he didn’t. He simply gripped her hips firmly before spinning her around so her front was pressed against the wall. The sound of his trousers being unzipped excited her more than even she imagined it would and when she felt his obvious nakedness being pressed against her she shuddered and mewled. He held their positions for only a matter of seconds, but that was long enough for the anticipation to build. Tasha held her breath as she waited for what was going to happen next, but instantly tensed against him as she heard voices from the walkway outside and immediately recognised one of the voices as Pippa’s.
“Shit, Pippa,” she whispered in a barely audible voice.
Jim reached around and squeezed her lips together as he whispered heavily in her ear making her shudder again. “Quiet Tasha or she’ll hear you. Do you want her to find us like this?” He stroked her behind with his erection.
She shook her head in response and was rewarded with his hand gently stroking between the cheeks of her behind.
“Does it excite you to think that we could be found like this?” he asked her now as he released her lips and allowed her to speak.
“No,” she protested and was punished with the complete removal of his hand.
“I think you’re lying. Let’s try again, does it excite you to think that we could be found like this?” he repeated.
“Yes, kind of, but not by my sister, preferably not anyone we know,” she admitted and moaned loudly as she was again rewarded for her honesty by him gently probing her anus with his thumb.
He rotated his thumb gently then withdrew slightly before fully inserting it in gentle movements. He built up a gentle rhythm that she was soon moving in time with.
“Now they’ve gone I think I may be ready to fuck you, Tasha. Is that what you want?” he almost sang in her ear.
“Yes, please, James.” She felt the evidence of her arousal running down her inner thigh.
“I’m going to fuck you hard from behind, Tasha, but you choose how, do you want to stay like this?” he asked tugging gently on her leather binds, or do you want to get down on the ground?”
“Like this,” she admitted as a smile spread across his face.
“You are very dirty, Miss Winters. I like that. Why do you want to stay tied up? How does it make you feel, honey?” His questions made her desperate to feel him enter her now. Really, really desperate.
“I like to feel unable to stop you from doing whatever you want to. I want you to control me and overpower me like Diamond. That was seriously horny and really turned me on.”
“Baby, I know how horny you found it by the wetness here.” His hand disappeared between her legs where her wetness was evident to them both. “This proves just how horny you are right now. I have a surprise for you, but I did wonder whether I should have brought a bridle in with me,” he said making her wonder whether he was serious or not because that might be a no go for her, being gagged in that way. “Now close your eyes.”
She complied immediately and allowed him to adjust her position until she was leaning forward from the hips, her behind pointing up and out, proudly inviting him in by showing off her soft, pink, wet flesh. Offering it to him however he wanted it.
Tasha could hear him moving behind her, but had no idea what he was doing until she felt him running something, maybe a finger across her behind; it was torturous, slow and gentle, tormenting and teasing. She considered adjusting her position or begging for something more, but knew that he was in awe’re doing this my wayframe of mind, so said nothing and attempted to remain still. Something gently pushed between her cheeks. She assumed it would be a finger but decided it wasn’t his finger or any other part of his anatomy, this was a foreign object, but what?
As if sensing her curiosity, Jim asked, “Do you know what this is, Tasha?”
“No.” She moaned as whatever it was moved forward and gently rubbed across her clitoris.
“But you like it?”
“Yes, I like it.”
Suddenly, it was gone and a split second later it was landing across her butt cheek, stinging her. She let out a small cry of shock rather than pain and the other cheek felt the same sensation before it moved back between her legs where she allowed her legs to part farther as the end of it disappeared into her core making her moan loudly as she attempted to bear down on and against it.
“Very, very naughty, Natasha,” chided Jim as he landed it squarely across both buttocks causing her to cry out loudly. “Unless you want to be found like this, honey, you’ll need to pipe down a little, or maybe bite down on this.” He placed theoffendingarticle in her mouth.
She instinctively bit down against it before registering whatitwas. He had spanked her and played with her using a whip, well, a riding crop to be precise and now as she felt him enter her forcefully she was slightly disappointed that his use of it was over, but maybe he didn’t want to be discovered like this any more than she did which could explain why he was moving so quickly inside her. Unfortunately, the consequence to that was how dangerously close to her own climax.
“Don’t, Tasha. I have something different planned for you, baby and I promise you won’t be disappointed,” he told her, but she was so frustrated at the prospect of waiting again she wasn’t sure that she could wait.
“James,” she mumbled, still biting down on the crop.
“Baby, no. You know that you haven’t earned it yet,” he told her firmly as he gripped her hips more tightly before releasing a final guttural groan and stilling as his fingers dug into her hips and ass.
He pulled away from her and put his clothes back on before turning to pass her trousers to her and laughed. “Sorry, honey, you appear to be a little tied up still.” He removed the crop from between her lips. “You didn’t have to hold onto that for quite so long.” He unhooked her wrists, undid the leather binding, and offered her another panty melting grin.
