The journey home was quiet, but relaxed.
As they walked through the front door Jim looked towards his office. “I have some things to clear up before the weekend, but then I am all yours, so decide what you want to do tonight,”
Tasha nodded but thought a night in sounded pretty good to her.
“And don’t forget that you need to call your grandparents,” he said as he passed her the very elegant velvet box containing her ring, her engagement ring.
“I’ll call later, but I might just go and lie down for a while, I’m knackered.” Her yawn confirmed that.
“I might join you once I’m done. We really need to fit sleep into our schedule at some point.” He laughed.
“Maybe I should email Amanda.” She giggled as she went upstairs.
She kicked off her sandals, put her bag on the sofa before slipping off her dress and threw on a grey oversized t-shirt then lay down on the bed. She gazed up at the ceiling and thought about the last twenty-four hours; she had gone from the girlfriend of the gorgeous birthday boy to a flirtatious, bikini clad girl on the beach, to jealous girlfriend to the giver of an amazing birthday gift, back to jealous girlfriend to sexy, in charge lover and then to submissive, responsive lover with her Mr Control Freak at the helm, controlling her, manipulating her, pleasuring and worshipping her, claiming her as his and his alone and now she was the fiancée, officially now with almost $200,000 worth of ring to prove it. Fuck! That really was huge, a huge commitment with a huge price tag, but she did love him and wanted to be with him forever, but marriage was a big commitment and she still knew so little about him beyond the obvious physical knowledge she had of him.
She knew he wouldn’t go for a long engagement. In fact, she was surprised that they weren’t looking at their schedules and pencilling in a wedding date right now. She took the ring from the luxury of the thickly padded velvet box and slipped it onto her finger, admiring it at arm’s length. It was very beautiful, large and yet still delicate, feminine, just what she wanted, but she was struggling with the cost, maybe she had misheard, but probably not.
She closed her eyes and thought about Jim’s more romantic, ‘suitable for polite conversation’ proposal and smiled. They had been in bed together for a couple of hours and it had been reminiscent of that night in London with the blindfold when he had just pleasured her for hours until she was completely lost in it, but this was minus the blindfold and they had both been aware of the fact that Lizzie and Danielle were in the house so had been a little more restrained in their noise levels at least.
Tasha smiled as she recalled him whispering to her as he did that thing with his fingers that she loved so much. “I know you like this, Tasha. Tell me how much.”
She had been lost in him by then, by having James back. She had not liked his absence in the observatory, but maybe that was the point of the exercise, to show her how it could be if she continued to challenge and compete on equal terms, but that wasn’t what she had intended to do, not really.
She had told him how it made her feel and as he brought her to a glorious climax, gentle, but intense she had said something that changed his whole demeanour and his expression was one of ultimate triumph.
“I am yours, James, all of me.” Then three little words, “You own me.” He then buried himself in her fully, no more teasing and playing.
He had one mission and that was to fully occupy her and take up his ownership of her. Now she’d admitted he owned her he was going to prove that to them both. With one hand fisted in the back of her hair, he pulled her head back sharply so that his lips, tongue and teeth could have uninhibited access to her neck and throat while the other hand cupped her behind and pulled her closer still so there was nothing between them. She didn’t move to meet his thrusts, not this time, she was totally his at this moment to do with whatever he wanted and this was what he wanted and it was certainly what she wanted and needed. She’d gasped as the raw emotion of the experience dawned on her and she’d felt the electricity rising in her again.
“Come, Tasha, now,” he ordered and with the next thrust she did and cried his name. With just another couple of thrusts and her insides flexing and squeezing in response to her own orgasm and his movement he was pulling her even closer and snarling through clenched teeth. “I own you,” he told her as he came too.
They had been lying together for a short time when he’d said, “Come outside a moment.”
She had put on a robe and followed him out onto the balcony from the bedroom that overlooked the pool area.
He moved behind her. “You see the stars up there?” He pointed towards the side of the house where the observatory lay.
She nodded as she looked up in the general direction.
“The James Maybury star is there, roughly. Do you remember when I showed you there was another one next to it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that one is now called Natasha Maybury, so…”
His arms were no longer around her and as she turned to look for him her eyes fell down to where he was kneeling on one knee.
“Marry me, Natasha.”
She stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds before grinning. “Yes, of course.”
She had fallen to her knees and kissed him.
He pulled back from her. “You had me worried for a second, baby, but then I remembered...”
“What?” She knew exactly what he wanted.
“Tell me,” he’d demanded, “Now.”
