“Ben Wa balls, duo balls or even love balls.” Jim sounded as though he was answering a question on a TV quiz show with all of the names for her gift.
“What are they for?” Her question caused him to laugh and wiggle his eyebrows at her as he took the balls from her hand. “You really are a pervy bastard,” she told him and very quickly found herself flattened on the bed beneath him.
“You should reconsider staying in, honey.” He grinned down at her. “And I may be pervy, as you put it, but I’m certainly not a bastard. My parents will vouch for that,” he said seriously.
“Sorry. About the bastard and the fact I’ll still be going out.” She grinned as she felt him pressing his erection into her thigh.
“If you insist, but let me make your night out a little more memorable.” Jim got to his feet and offered her his hand to help her stand. “Bathroom,” he ordered and she duly followed him.
“What are you going to do with those?” she asked as she entered the bathroom.
“You really need to ask?” He laughed. “I assume you’ve never worn these before?”
“Worn them? You mean you expect me to wear them, inside me? No,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered his reply. Still whispering he asked, “Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know,” she replied slightly louder. “How do they fit?” Her curiosity was piqued.
“Allow me.” Jim smiled as he opened one of the drawers in the bathroom and retrieved a bottle containing a clear liquid.
“What’s that?” she asked, nervously biting down into her bottom lip.
“Something you would never normally need, baby, lube.”
She flushed but couldn’t deny what he was saying. “James, I really don’t know.” She had no clue why, but the combination of the lube and wearing those balls inside her made her nervous.
“Tasha, trust me. You’ll like it, I promise.”
She shook her head at herself again and muttered, “Why do I always fall for that whole,trust meline?”
“Because it’s true. You can always trust me to do the right thing for you. Now, stop arguing and delaying and put one foot up on the side of the tub,” he told her. Tasha appeared to be nervous still and about to debate the issue. “Baby, do you trust me when I say I’ll do the right thing by you. That I won’t hurt you?” Jim put the lube and balls down.
His soft, calm, loving voice centred her, set both of her feet on the ground, metaphorically and pushed her anxieties aside.
“Yes, I trust you, always, and to do the right thing—I kind of like you hurting me though.”
Jim shook his head at her. “You know what I meant.”
She nodded. “Sorry, yes. But I do trust you to do the right thing so if you could pick up those balls and lube I’d kind of appreciate it.”
Jim hesitated, not entirely sure if he was going to pick them up again or not, but as he gazed into Tasha’s eyes and saw her love and trust his doubts began to fade. When he realised she was raising one high heeled foot onto the side of the bath he felt any misgivings disappear completely so reached for the balls and lube.
Looking down at their positions and the items in his hand, Tasha felt more than a little ridiculous even if she knew she wanted to try this.
James was back and in total control again. “Lift your dress up and squat down a little.”
“Fucking hell, James,” she cried, her face undoubtedly aglow with embarrassment at her position.
A single smack to her thigh sounded around the room causing her to inhale deeply.
“You wanted the hurt, honey. Now, please. I’m doing this for your pleasure and you’re still to fully make amends for the last few days without adding to it. Now squat!” he barked.
She again complied and sniggered as the sound of the lube being squirted made a sound resembling flatulence.
“You are so infantile, Natasha,” he accused with amusement.
“That is becauseIam still young!” she replied and braced herself for some kind of spank, but none came making him laugh.
