“How soon you forget. Bowling, our side wager that I won. I am calling in the debt right now and your payment is to not go to the bathroom yet.”
“You are fucking crazy, James.” She had no clue why or how he had come up with this as being his prize. She didn’t even understand why he thought this was in any way something to claim as a prize.
“Is that your way of telling me that you don’t intend to honour your end of the bet, with foul mouthed insults?” His question, or at least the phrasing of it made her nervous as did her uncertainty of the details of what he had in mind. “Now, this was kind of your idea because you asked me earlier if you were allowed to go to the bathroom, but it set me thinking.”
She released a single, half, breathy laugh. “I don’t like you thinking.”
“Yeah? Then don’t go out and leave me home alone if you don’t want me to think.” His tone was a little too serious for Tasha’s liking, but he returned to their current predicament. “Back to the matter at hand, are you going to pay up on our bet, Tasha?”
She considered her options, yes or no; yes was fairly self-explanatory, but a no, well that could go horribly wrong. She’d never told him no, not really and she would be mortified if she wet herself. If she said no she knew he’d honour it, of that she had no doubt whatsoever. Maybe she could renegotiate the terms as some kind of compromise.
“I’m not reneging on my end of the bet, but could we possibly renegotiate the details?” she asked optimistically.
“What did you have in mind?” He released her completely, edging away a little more.
She thought carefully. “I was wondering if there was something else you might want to claim as your victory prize,” she said optimistically.
“Like what?” His obvious amusement made Tasha feel she may be wasting her time.
“I don’t know. What do you want?” Her tone grew impatient.
“Let’s see, the options are endless; I could suggest tying you to the bed, but you’d willingly let me do that anytime, the same with spanking, the riding crop, BOB, and possibly even the cane. I could take you to Vegas, but the wedding is on already. I would really like to claim your ass baby, but again, I think when the time is right I will have that anyway. Or what about a trip to my office in your crotchless panties and school uniform, but you enjoy that too much as it is. I don’t know that there is anything else you have to offer me tonight, Tasha, not that I couldn’t have anyway, do you? Except your name, but I’m sure you would like to discuss that properly rather than give it up as a wager.”
He watched her carefully, unsure how he expected her to react but hadn’t expected the reaction he got. Her face that had started out as nervous quickly morphed into anger, no, cold fury.
“Fuck you, Jim,” she shouted as she sprang up and headed towards the bathroom. She had tried to reason with him and he had taunted her with all the things she’d willingly give up.
How dare he! Had that been the plan all along? To suggest things and when she was likely to say no he could play his trump card? She knew he was a sneaky, devious bastard, but this…he’d been right though, her name was important to her and she did want to discuss it properly with him, not like this. She strode purposely to the bathroom, dismissing the idea that she could have simply said no to his ridiculous demand that she wait to empty her bladder. Well screw him, she was going to pee and he could sort his erection and lack of an orgasm out for himself.
She didn’t turn back to look at him and she certainly didn’t hear him follow her but as she entered the bathroom he was behind her, pressing her against the cold tiled wall that immediately hardened and stiffened her naked nipples further.
“I take it our negotiations are concluded.” He nipped her ear.
“Too fucking right,” she snarled and suddenly found heat radiating from her hot and sore behind as a first then a second smack landed before his fingers claimed her, making her moan and all thoughts of saying no to anything were gone.
“Then the deal is as it was, Tasha, but I would never do anything you really didn’t want me to and I would never use a bet to get you to change your name. I just want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispered against her ear, her skin coming to life as each breath heated and then cooled while his grip on her became almost non-existent. “Do I make you feel good, Tasha? What I do to you, has it ever disappointed?”
“Nothing ever feels bad with you.” She replied with total honesty because he really had never, ever done anything she didn’t like and he hadn’t ever forced her to try something against her will. He always gave her a get out, even when he was being ultra-bossy.
“You trust me, right?” His tone was gentler, using the line that she always knew she would answer with a yes.
“Of course I do, but…” Her voice trailed off again as he reached around and found her nipples eagerly jutting out, responding immediately to his touch.
“But what?” He squeezed them hard enough that the pleasure was almost painful.
“But nothing,” she cried as she threw her head back and surrendered to his will.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his mouth still pressed against her ear. “This is all for you, honey. You started me thinking when you woke up after your kinky sex dream and then asking if you were allowed to pee.”
“What now?” she asked, unsure of the answer.
“Whatever you want. You want to pee and come back to bed, fine, you just say.”
She smiled, not really at him, but just happy to know that he really wouldn’t do anything without her consent. “I want whatever you had planned.”
“You’re sure?” he asked for a final time and once Tasha had confirmed she was he continued. “I will never force you against your will. I know and try and encourage you to try things, baby, but no is always an option. So, at any point you decide you don’t want this, you say and it stops. We can do whatever you want, okay?”
“Yes.”
