Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  “Have you made yourself come?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He’d smiled. “Did you want to?”

  “Yes,” she’d admitted, blushing.

  “Good. I’m pleased. Get into bed, baby.”

  Once she’d climbed up the bed and got under the covers James climbed in beside her, “Climb on top of me.”

  She’d followed the instruction and sat astride him.

  “I was thinking earlier that after I’d had that one for me, I might let you do this.”

  He’d shifted her down so that she could feel him beneath her. “But I don’t know that you’ve earned it and I know you like to earn things on your own merits.” He’d taunted, using her own words against her.

  He’d began to caress her breasts again, pulling and kneading them firmly. “You really do have the best tits I have ever seen,” he’d said as he pulled her down for a kiss. He’d been breathing into her hair when he’d said, “I want you naked.”

  Tasha removed the nightie and smiled at him hopefully.

  “Get back into bed, it’s late. We should get a little sleep.” He’d smiled at her disappointed expression.

  She’d obediently climbed beneath the covers as he’d wrapped himself around her and kissed her shoulders gently. That gesture softened some of the names she was calling him in her head.

  “Night night, honey.” He’d reached over to turn the light off and that was how her night had ended.

  Tasha really had never had a night like that, or the night before. This was a weekend she would never ever forget.

  She turned and looked at her free hand and noticed the phone within reach, as was a piece of paper and her purse.

  She laughed as she read the details on the paper.

  ‘Flight AX7943

  New York to L.A.

  First class

  798-2159’

  Jx

  Controlling in the extreme, his flight details.

  “What the fu—” Still unsure where he was decided against finishing the sentence. “Okay, I surrender.” She shouted, in case he was loitering nearby, but was already calling the airline where she booked her ticket and smiled as she realised she was going to L.A. just as he said she would be.

  “James, Jim,” she called loudly, but realised he really wasn’t here.

  Where was he and how long was he going to be? Briefly, Tasha wondered if he was some kind of madman. More mad than she’d given him credit for. Like seriously mad in an, I have chained you to my bed and will keep you as my sex slave forever kind of way.

  Suddenly, the phone sprang into life. She answered it hesitantly.

  “Hello.”

  “Alarm call, madam. Would you like anything else?” came the reply from the lady’s voice at the other end of the line.

  Like what? Tasha asked herself. Yes please, could you come and untie me because my crazy, domineering boyfr—, man friend, whatever the fuck he is has tied me to the bed, thanks! Maybe not.

  “No, nothing, thank you.” She hung up, figuring she’d just need to stay where she was and wait.

  She didn’t have to wait long and smiled as she heard him whistling as he re-entered the suite.

  “Oh, hi there. You’re awake. You should have joined me in the lobby for coffee, honey.” He grinned.

  “I would have liked that, but I’ve been a little tied up.” She smiled her amusement.

  “So I see. You don’t mind?” Jim asked with a little doubt creeping into his voice for the first time.

  “No. It’s very kinky and kind of funny. Thanks for the wake-up call.”

  “You are most welcome. I didn’t want to come back until I knew you were awake.” He sat down on the bed and stretched across to kiss her gently on the lips. “You noticed I left one arm free?”

  “I did wonder what that was for.”

  “And what did you decide?”

  “Well, I had a thought when I woke up feeling very frustrated.” With a small flush she grinned.

  “And?”

  She flushed further as she replied, “And nothing. I wasn’t entirely sure whether that was what you wanted me to do, so I didn’t.”

  Jim smiled at her. He enjoyed her discomfort, but for no reason beyond the fact that he believed that she was out of her comfort zone with him and he liked that. “Good. I think you may be starting to get this. You’ll know when I want you to come because I’ll be the one doing it, baby.”

  Tasha groaned at the thought of release, of being touched by the man before her. The same man she was going to L.A. with.

  Jim was suddenly spurred into action by the sounds leaving her mouth. “Let me untie you.”

  “No.” Her objection was loud and heartfelt, her reason a little less clear.

  “What? Why?”

  “Please don’t. I want you, James, like this.” Her voice grew hoarse as her complexion deepened to a darker hue.

  “Oh, honey, you just keep convincing me more and more that you are my lucky number seven.”

  Tasha made no response, causing a high arch of Jim’s brow before she found herself being blanketed by him, his mouth overpowering and devouring hers. Pulling her hair into a knot he forced her head back and her neck out. With his mouth tracing a path from her neck, along her jaw to her ear Tasha pulled him even closer. The sound of his breathing in and against her ear caused more moans to leave her lips. She was further aroused as he reversed the route of his mouth and began to relentlessly caress the sensitive spot where her neck met her body with his lips, teeth and tongue until she was writhing beneath him and deafening them both with the unrecognisable sounds leaving her lips. When she was almost delirious with anticipation and desire, Jim paused just long enough to pull off the grey t-shirt he’d teamed with his customary off duty outfit of very well cut and expensive jeans.

  “I think it could be time for you, Natasha.” His promise was accompanied by a grin.

  “I do hope so.”

  And then he was back on top of her, feasting upon her once more with everything he possessed. She was totally at his mercy and loving it.

  His phone began to ring around them, over and over, becoming most persistent with every attempt the caller made to make contact.

  Jim seemed as disinclined to answer it as she was.

  By the eighth or ninth call Tasha found she was almost chanting the words, “Ignore it!”

  Eventually, with the caller refusing to give up Jim sprang up. “Baby, two minutes and then I am all yours.” His words were soft and gentle, unlike his tone when he snatched the phone up from next to them on the bed. “What? Marc this had better be good.” His voice was a stifled snarl as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed again. “What? You are kidding? No way, that is totally unacceptable. Tell her to go fuck herself. No, Marc, we can’t delay. Delays cost money, studio money, my money. Why would she do that? Stupid bitch!” He sounded angrier than Tasha had heard him before.

  She was amazed that she found this even more attractive, although maybe that was because it wasn’t aimed at her. Being with him was seriously dangerous. The fact that no matter what he was doing, regardless of his mood, good, bad and everything in between made him more attractive and made her want him a little more really didn’t bode well for her safety or sanity. She was playing with fire and knew he could burn her badly. Surely that was the only way this would end, with her getting hurt. She lifted her free hand, placing it on his shoulder and began to gently massage him. He turned to face her and smiled as he listened to whatever his caller was saying.

  “Look, Marc, we can’t delay and as I didn’t knock her up I don’t see that I need to pay for it, so if she can’t fulfil her contract we will have to recast, but she will not be compensated for making this fucking situation.”

  Tasha moved her head as far as she could to look at Jim and smiled. He reached down and ran his hand across her face, tenderness radiating from his eyes to his fingertips. Standing, he continued listening to Marc, whoever he was, and
began to untie her, releasing her from the bed. She was a little disappointed that playtime might be over. He sat back on the bed and his expression turned serious again. Tasha crawled across the bed and knelt up behind him to wrap her arms around his chest as she gently kissed his shoulders with her breasts crushed against his back. He responded by stroking her hands and arms.

  “Okay, okay, where? Hold on let me grab a pen and paper.” He sounded slightly calmer as he leapt up to scribble a note. “Do we have anyone lined up for a recast?” He looked directly at Tasha who was still kneeling on the bed. Bending down he kissed her on the lips again, tugging at her bottom lip before sitting next to her. “I don’t know. She is a bitch to work with and isn’t as good as she thinks she is,” he said and laughed a little. “Who else?”

  Suddenly, feeling awkward at being privy to this conversation and the details of it Tasha got to her feet and considered leaving Jim to sort out his obvious business problem, but before she did he took her hand, landing a single, gentle kiss to the palm, pulling her so she stood in front of him while he listened again to Marc. Instinctively, she ran her fingers through his hair, teasing the ends. Moving closer she placed a foot outside each of his before dropping into a sitting position on his lap, facing him. Leaning in Tasha began to nuzzle his ear, breathing heavily as she did so, mimicking his early treatment of her ear and neck. His response was to pull her closer, from his lap to his groin. He gently tapped each of her thighs in turn to indicate that she should place them on the bed around him.

  “Okay Marc, contact the agents of possible recasts, and see if there might be anyone else available. Yeah. I’ll call you when I get back to L.A. this afternoon, but I have something very pressing that I need to resolve here.” He grinned at Tasha as he pressed himself against her more firmly. “Leave legal out of it for now. I’ll go and see her and her people before I leave here. Don’t worry about disturbing me. I would have been pissed if I hadn’t been told about this.” He laughed loudly. “No, I am not mellowing in my old age, you cheeky fuck!” He laughed again then hung up. “You are a bad influence on me, Natasha,” he said, smiling. “My people think I’m mellowing because of you.”

  She shrugged and smiled.

  “I think they would like me mellower when the shit hits the fan. I’m expecting Marc to phone back and check that I don’t want blood hungry attorneys throwing lawsuits all over the place.”

  She laughed now and raised her eyebrows, deliberately choosing her next words, “Sorry if I’m making you soft.”

  “Oh honey, never.” His hands were cupping and caressing her bottom firmly. “So, so fucking sexy,” he murmured into her neck.

  “Do you have a pregnant leading lady?” she asked, causing his hands to still briefly.

  “Yes, and she thinks we should compensate her for her inability to fulfil her contract and we are due to start shooting the multi-million dollar movie in Morocco in three weeks.” He sounded annoyed to be thinking of the situation again.

  “Oh dear.” She was already leaning back in to kiss him, hoping she hadn’t broken the moment.

  “Are you free? I can put you forward...”

  “No. I have commitments and I told you I don’t want you to give me work.”

  “I was just thinking that I’ve never been to Morocco and I could combine a holiday with a business trip.”

  She smiled, but shook her head. “No, plus even if I made it on set I think they would like me to be able to walk. And you’re supposed to like keeping business and pleasure separate.”

  He laughed at her now. “I guess so. You’re a very wise woman. Now, this very pressing issue I have.”

  He pulled her legs from around him and threw her onto the bed as he removed his jeans and boxers before lying back down next to her. “I am all yours, but only for about half an hour because I have to go and sort out this fuck up.”

  “So you can swear then?” she asked pouting.

  “Honey, I can do whatever I want because, my dick...”

  “Your rules.” She finished the sentence for him with a grin.

  “You’re getting it now.” Staring up at her he brushed the hair back off her face.

  “I could say that too.”

  “What? Your pussy your rules?” he asked with obvious amusement.

  She nodded.

  “You could, but it’s not true because I told you if a woman is with me, I consider her wholly mine; heart, soul, mind and body, so actually my pussy my rules. Now the clock is ticking and I have limited time, but if you want to debate whose rules they are carry on. Just remember the more you talk the more chance there is of your smart mouth putting in an appearance and that is usually bad news for your ass and my pussy.”

  She giggled at his advisement and phrasing as she eagerly climbed on top of him where she allowed her body to fall and cover his. Her hands skimmed up until they were cupping his face. She held him still so she could kiss him, gently at first then more passionately until she was invading his mouth with her tongue, her desperation for him was quite obvious to them both. Unsure how long they’d been kissing for, she pushed herself back and gasped as if coming up for air, hot and excited.

  “Honey, we don’t have time for turkey and all the trimmings so this needs to be quick. Get a rubber and ride me until we come, okay?”

  Tasha nodded furiously, happy to be part of a quick and satisfying coupling. She virtually leapt across to the cabinet drawer where she pulled out a condom packet. “Where are they? This is empty.”

  James sat up and checked the empty box for himself. “Shit! We must have used them all.”

  “Phone room service,” she shouted, disbelieving that this, this quickie or whatever it was seemed to be going up in smoke.

  He smiled at her, with empathy, seeming to know just how in need she was of this. “I can’t. I’ve already settled my bill.”

  “Then go to the public bathroom,” she ordered in a shout that bordered on a screech.

  He frowned at her. “Please do not shout at me. I don’t have time to go to the men’s room.”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake!” And now she did screech thinking that she may cry, really cry, and as she was absorbed by her feelings of frustration and disappointment she didn’t see or feel him move until she was flat on her back and pinned to the bed with his full weight holding her in place.

  “I said your smart mouth would put in appearance, didn’t I?” He didn’t seem entirely disappointed by that as he sat back and parted her legs, wrapping them around him.

  Tasha nodded, unsure whether she could be trusted to speak actual words, especially as her mouth, or at least the words leaving them had already drawn his attention.

  His hands were already rubbing and stroking across her behind with the offer of a promise and a threat. “Now calm down and control your mouth, or I will.”

  “Please James,” she pleaded.

  “I know, baby,” he soothed as one hand moved between her legs, his fingers entering her gently. “So, so welcoming Tasha,” he said as he began to easily move his fingers, slowly at first and then faster.

  “Oh God!” She threw her head back, unsure how to process the sensations that were rushing through her body at a million miles an hour. “Please, James, forget the condoms.”

  He immediately stilled, uncertain what to say or do for a few seconds. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury himself inside this beautiful woman with no barriers between them. Tasha looked at his perplexed expression and wondered if she’d somehow overstepped a mark she didn’t know was there, so said nothing and waited for him.

  Jim was fighting every instinct to simply slide into her with no delay and to fuck her senseless, fuck them both senseless, but somehow he managed to stop himself, just. Instead, he gave himself an internal count to ten while he processed her words, demand, request, whatever it might be. With another ten count he allowed himself to speak, slowly and deliberately, not wanting her to think for one second that what she was suggesting was
n’t the one thing he wanted most in the world. “You want to go bare back with me?”

  “Yes, please, now.”

  “No, honey. Not because I don’t want to, I do, but not in a hurry and not if you’re going to regret it. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret with me, not ever.”

  “I won’t regret it, I promise.” She heard herself say the words and thought she had no clue what she might regret but right now she would agree to just about anything to find some kind of relief from the desperate ache and burn that was intensifying between her thighs.

  “No,” he said firmly, having already decided he wasn’t going to take advantage of Tasha’s desperation, no matter how much he wanted what she was suggesting. “I’ll get more condoms before I get to the airport and I promise when we get to L.A. I’ll make love to you like nobody has ever, okay?”

  “Even if my smart mouth puts in an appearance?” she asked, nervously thinking that any further deferments might actually tip her over the edge of mental wellbeing.

  He laughed. “Yes, honey, even with the mouth. I think you’ve earned this one already, but don’t think that’s an excuse to unleash it in all of its glory.”

  She laughed too, but took the opportunity to tease a little. “Okay. I won’t keep saying what a great fuck you are and that I love it when you screw me.”

  Her screams echoed around them as she found herself being flipped over again where both cheeks simultaneously stung and burned.

  “You really do like this game, don’t you?” She wasn’t sure if he required a response from her, but it came in the form of deep, rumbling moans of desire and pain that answered his question in the affirmative. “I hope you have booked yourself in first class because those seats in coach are not going to make for a comfortable ride home.” Another laugh left him as his hand now traced a path from her pubic hair back past her warmth, heading back towards her behind. He stopped short of her still tingling cheeks making Tasha think he’d made some kind of mistake, slipped even, as a finger began to stroke the only orifice he hadn’t been in. The one nobody had been in, ever. She felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, a little disgusted, but mostly she felt turned on and then confused once more.