He nudged her legs apart with his knee and entered her quickly and roughly making her moan loudly. The sound seemed to echo around the room. He lowered one hand and found the hard nugget of nerve endings that were on alert again for more pleasure while his other hand wrapped around her and settled against her abdomen, just above her bladder. His lower hand felt as though it was about to move.
“Please, don’t stop. I’m sorry for swearing and making you angry earlier. Spank me hard, really hard with whatever you want, but please, don’t stop,” she begged as all ideas and thoughts of emptying her bladder disappeared along with the notion that she couldn’t hold on any longer.
“As you beg so nicely, baby, I will spank you later, hard.” He continued to flick and rub at her clitoris then changed to a circling motion as he continued to move inside her.
She could feel that he too was close now as his thrusting and his circling quickened. Suddenly, she felt his other hand pushing, pressing hard into her bladder and she realised why he’d wanted to do this to her, with her now. She began moving against him and away from him, picking up the pace further.
“Stay still, Tasha. You’re so greedy.” Goosebumps sprang up all over her body as his breath felt like ice on her skin and yet it ignited her.
She stayed as he wanted her then he uttered the words, “Come Tasha. For me.”
The words were her undoing and she came for the final time that night with a strange, almost animalistic cry as she felt that she was being ripped apart at the seams. His hand felt as though it was pushing through her abdomen and squeezing her bladder that seemed to be wired to her clitoris while the other one actually squeezed her clitoris between his finger and thumb.
As her climax flooded through her the muscles inside her pulled, pushed and pulsated around him until he grunted. “Fucking hell, Tasha, you really are amazing.”
She was literally milking him now as his strokes slowed and her breathing began to return to normal. He gently kissed her shoulders before carefully withdrawing.
“And now you can pee.” He turned her to face him and kissed her gently on the lips. “I assume you want me to leave you to pee in peace?” he asked smiling.
“Please.”
Tasha remained against the cold wall and watched him leave. She felt weak and weary as she staggered to the toilet where she sat down and wondered how she was going to tell him she’d met number three.
She sat for what felt like forever and jumped as there was a gentle tap on the door followed by Jim’s voice. “Tasha, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Kind of. I’m now physically unable to pee.”
Jim laughed at her plight. “Oh dear—and after all that fuss you made about needing the bathroom.” He laughed even louder now.
“It’s not funny,” she protested, but giggled anyway.
“It is, honey, very funny. Would you like me to come in and help you?” asked Jim sounding as though this was a genuine offer.
“No! Never! Please just go back to bed and I will be out soon.”
“Okay, but the offer is there. Put a tap on or something,” he suggested making her smile that there really was nothing off the agenda for discussion between them.
After several more minutes she breathed a huge sigh of relief as she finally passed the urine she’d been holding in since she’d headed for the bathroom to avoid a prolonged conversation with number three.
Tasha returned to the bedroom where Jim was sitting up in bed waiting for her. He threw back the covers and welcomed her in next to him.
“I like that you don’t insist on showering immediately after sex,” he said randomly.
“Why? Does that make me unusual or unhygienic?” A sudden note of concern entered her voice.
“What? No.” He laughed. “It’s just that some people, women, can’t wait to wash everything away, but I like that you don’t, unless we do it together and that usually just leads to more sex. I like the way you look and smell when you’ve just been, what is it you say, shagged?”
“Good. I like to be just shagged.” She rested her head on his chest.
“I take it you enjoyed our little exchange in the bathroom, despite your initial reservations?”
“Yes, but if you’d explained how it would feel I may not have had any reservations,” she told him and was shocked to find herself flat on her back again with him pressed against her.
“But I’m in charge here and I don’t think I have to explain my plans to you, especially not when I’ve won a bet and the choice of prize is mine, do you?” he asked darkly, but the truth was that had she raised a single objection, a single no, he would have stopped.
“No,” she replied and as he leaned in to litter a trail of kisses along her jaw she thought sleep might be in short supply.
“You’ve already offered me your ass to spank, hard with anything I choose so be careful how you proceed now, Tasha.” With a softer, gentler tone he changed topic. “Tell me about your night.”
