“It is because we both love you that we wanted one. I get the stuff with kids but I would never try to stop my children from having regular contact with their father. I just worry that you will try and take them from me, by force if necessary and by agreeing to these clauses that will be the force you require.”
She reached across and placed a hand on his hip, unsure why she felt the need to be in contact with him as she admitted her concerns, she just did. Jim’s hand immediately covered hers, reassuring her.
“You say that now, but sometimes things happen and people change their minds, so I need guarantees where my children are concerned. I don’t do contact Tasha. I do shared custody and co-parenting and I can do neither of those across the Atlantic, can I? If you want total honesty, I admit I would fight you every inch if you tried to take my children away but as long as they remain U.S. citizens then we will co-parent, as Sara and I do.”
She nodded her agreement, unable to disagree with or dispute anything he’d said.
“Is there a confidentiality clause in it?” Tasha suddenly asked.
“Why?” Jim bristled slightly.
“Because I wouldn’t want people to know about us, the private stuff,” she explained.
“I wouldn’t tell people about us, and I trust you wouldn’t.” He squeezed her hand tightly.
“But if you met someone else, you might, like you’ve told me stuff about your ex-wives. I really would hate to be known as a kinky bitch generally.” She gulped, making Jim laugh.
“Personally or career wise, Tasha?” He smirked.
“Both, mainly professionally because I would hope that whoever I was shagging would know my kinky tendencies.”
“You are beginning to piss me off talking about somebody else shagging you, kinky or not. But we will have a confidentiality clause where we agree that in the event of us separating or divorcing neither of us will discuss our time together, with anyone, okay?”
“Yes. Sorry if I’m spoiling the mood, but I have no intention of shagging anyone else, ever, so sign it.” She lifted his hand to her lips and pressed a firm kiss to the back of it.
“Good.” He smiled and freed his hand to sign the pre-nups before sending an email from his phone.
“Do I get custody of my ever growing collection of shoes and boots?” she asked grinning.
“Yes. Which is another reason why we will never get a divorce because I am very fond of your shoes and boots, especially those new ones.” He grinned back.
“I noticed and I even managed to have them paid for by you.”
“Yes, you did. Right then, my turn, honey. Do I scare you?” There was a note of concern in his voice.
“No,” she replied immediately. “So, my turn again.”
“Not so quickly, Natasha.” Jim studied her and frowned, as if he didn’t quite believe what she’d said.
“What? You asked if you scare me and you don’t. You have asked that before and I’ve told you before that you can be a scary man, but I am not scared of you, not in a bad way,” Tasha explained.
“I’m not sure I believe that, baby.” Jim looked at her intently now, waiting for a sign or something.
“You don’t, Jim. Really, you don’t. I love you and know you love me too, even when you’re intimidating,” she said sincerely.
“If you’re not scared of me then I appear to do something that scares you because there was a moment tonight when I thought the only thing in your eyes was fear and it’s not the first time I’ve seen it and I only ever see it when you’re truly scared.”
Tasha looked across at Jim and stared at him, wondering what to say or do because she knew exactly which moment he was talking about.
The time in his office had been marvellous and incredibly satisfying for them both. Jim had removed her panties then lay her across his desk before spanking her several times, first with his hand and then with the crop. After telling her how wet she was and how much she wanted to be punished and needed it, he produced a strange looking vibrator thing with two parts to it. After inserting the main part of it he introduced the smaller part that came off at an angle to her behind and once that bit was inserted, leaving her feeling more full than she had ever felt he turned both parts on leaving her moaning and writhing across the desk. He’d held her down firmly to make her feel and enjoy the sensations whilst talking to her about how he thought she felt and how he was going to do this to her over and over until she couldn’t see or think straight, until she was screaming out and begging him to stop, and then...he’d do it again.
As always, Jim had been as good as his word and after five orgasms that had increased in intensity she was indeed calling out and begging him to stop, which he hadn’t. He’d made her stand at that point and ripped open her blouse to reveal her bare breasts. She recalled how he’d smiled at her proudly before he’d raised each breast in turn and first licked, sucked and then bit her nipples, gently at first then harder, making her cry out again as the vibrator together with Jim’s mouth brought her to another climax that literally knocked her off her feet. Jim had caught her, but allowed her to fall to the ground in a gentle and controlled way. When she found herself facing his obvious erection, barely contained by his suit trousers she unfastened his clothes, released his glistening erection and greedily consumed him. She always knew that her pleasure gave Jim pleasure and it didn’t take long before he was gripping her head tightly and releasing his own climax into her mouth as another one tore through her leaving her curled up on the floor begging him to make it stop. After the final stirrings had subsided, Jim helped her to her feet and kissed her gently on the lips before saying the line that caused the look in her eyes that she knew had gone from nervousness, briefly to remembrance and finally to fear. She heard that line in her head again as she looked at Jim.
“One more Natasha and then I think you will lose control, of everything.” But he hadn’t, he’d stopped and held her tightly after removing that alien looking vibrator and then sent her upstairs for a bath while he sorted dinner.
I think you will lose control, of everything. That’s what he’d said and as her expression went through the multitude of feelings she’d remembered Jim brought her back to the present with the use of her name.
“Natasha.”
