Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  She shook her head again and as he started folding and wrapping the fabric she asked, “Do you call Jim, Jim because of Philip because your brother calls him Mr Maybury?”

  He nodded. “When I do the pool I now call him Jim, but if I see him at work or make reference to him there I call him Mr Maybury. There’s only really Marc and Marcia who call him Jim at work, and probably only you brave enough to call him James.”

  She laughed and with surprise asked, “You work for Jim?”

  “I work at the studio in the legal department to aid my studies and Jim sponsors me. I am very grateful to him and I feel I’ve let him down by not taking better care of you.”

  “Don’t worry about it, he probably won’t even notice,” she said, not even convincing herself.

  “He notices everything and is very protective of things he cares about and he seems to really care for you, Tasha.”

  She smiled and had to agree with Juan, but she didn’t want to think about that or the possible consequences to it.

  “All done.” Juan patted her shoulder. It looked a little odd, but hopefully not too noticeable.

  “Who is Donny?” she asked curiously.

  “The owner of the salon who is desperate to get into the Hollywood scene, so Philip is his link to Jim, but if his staff piss him off by pawing his girlfriend, he would be really mad.”

  “I see. Will you dance?” Tasha offered her hand.

  Juan nodded. “Love to. Come on.” He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

  A short while later they both became aware of a very drunk Philip waving his phone around in their general direction. They both laughed as he attempted to mimic their moves from behind his camera.

  “He does this every time, then tomorrow he will laugh about my dancing when he can barely stand.”

  “Maybe we should go. He is very drunk and it’s almost two.”

  Juan nodded, offered her his hands to steady herself as she disembarked from the podium she’d been occupying.

  The taxi dropped them outside Philip’s door where Tasha asked Juan, “Do you need a hand with him?”

  “Do you mind?” He looked at his boyfriend who really was out for the count.

  “No, course not. He definitely looks like a two-person job.”

  With one of them each side they almost carried Philip indoors.

  “Where to?” asked Tasha.

  “Sofa. I am not sharing a bed with him in that state.”

  They lay him down on the sofa where Juan covered Philip with a blanket and allowed his disapproval to disappear and be replaced with a smile. “He is such a lame party animal, but I do love him.”

  “That’s nice. You make a nice couple.”

  “Thanks, as do you and Jim, but you are not a lame party animal. Let me walk you home.” He was already taking her arm.

  She laughed, shaking him off. “I am only going next door.”

  “I insist, it’s what Jim would expect and he will be pissed enough at Phil without him getting pissed at me for not walking you back and with you for not wanting me to.”

  He offered Tasha his arm again. She grabbed her phone from her bag and text quickly as they walked.

 

  An instant reply came back.

 

  Jim stood at the open the front door and as Juan appeared to be handing her over he gave the older man some money.

  “Your change.”

  Jim accepted it. He wrapped an arm around Tasha’s waist and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you for bringing Tasha back safe and we’ll see you for breakfast at half seven.”

  “No problem, but breakfast may not be the best plan. Phil may be a little delicate.”

  “Then he will be delicate for breakfast at half seven.”

  “I’ll be sure to let him know. Thanks for a great night, Tasha,” Juan called as he left them alone.

  Jim closed the door and looked at Tasha darkly before pushing her against the back of it with his body. His mouth found hers immediately while the fingers of one hand stroked her neck. She moaned loudly as his hand moved down, across her shoulder and chest before settling on her heavy heaving breasts. He found her very eager nipples, in turn he rolled them through her dress.

  “I missed you,” he groaned as his mouth followed his fingers.

  She gasped loudly. “And I missed you, too.”

  He was on his knees before her now and tracing a gentle path from her ankles, to her calves, around her knee and then her inner thigh until his fingers reached the moist barrier of her pants. She eagerly parted her legs then released a long, low moan as his fingers disappeared beneath the fabric. He buried, first one and then a second finger inside her, causing her to cry out.

  “James.”

  “I’ve missed your welcome, baby.” He looked up at her and smiled before removing his fingers. He stood back up and stared at her while he sucked first one and then the other digit. “You really do taste good.”

  She blushed and panted at the same time. “Take me to bed. I’ve really missed you.”

  He scooped her up and took long strides up the stairs not stopping until he was gently placing her on the bed.

  With one hand he pulled his white t-shirt off over his head as he undid his jeans. “Take your dress off, slowly.”

  Tasha stood up, nervous as she tried to think of the best way to remove her dress without revealing the ripped fabric. She removed her arm from the undamaged side first before quickly pulling her other arm free and although the torn fabric fell down, Jim didn’t appear to notice, making her smile. She slowly slid the dress down her body, eased it over her breasts, hips and finally her thighs and allowed it to fall and pool around her feet.

  Jim sat on the edge of the bed naked, watching her. “Come here.”

  She moved so she stood in front of him.

  “I like you in your underwear and shoes. It makes me really horny. You make me horny, Tasha.”

  He ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs, paused at her now wet pants until she whimpered, her legs immediately spread farther and farther apart.

  “So, so eager, honey. Lie down while I consider what I should do to you.”

  She complied without hesitation and smiled up at him.

  “Did you have a good night?”

  “Yes.” She actually had, even with the dress incident.

  He removed her pants. “Did the boys look after you?”

  “Hmmm,” she replied as he threw her underwear across the room and returned his fingers to between her thighs where he teased her before he gently slid them inside her again.

  “So, a good night then?” He slowly moved his fingers in and out, gently stimulating her.

  “Oh God!”

  “So a good night then?” He repeated his earlier question, his fingers moved quicker.

  “Yes.” Her voice was hoarse with arousal.

  “What did you do tonight?” Jim’s fingers moved until they made slow circular movements around her swollen and slick with desire clit that had her writhing at his fingertips.

  “What?” She was becoming so fixed on the release she was chasing she was unable to remember what his question was.

  “Stay focused, Tasha.” He gently smacked her thigh with his free hand which had the desired effect of refocusing her attention on him and his question. “Tell me about your night, baby.”

  “I danced and had a couple of drinks, and...” She moaned loudly now as the circular movements of his fingers on her clit quickened further.

  “And what Tasha?”

  “And that was all. It was a good night.” She was more than happy to have a conversation with Jim, but not this one. She would much rather they discussed what they were going to do with and for each other instead of what she’d done earlier without him.

  “
I don’t believe you.” His voice was flat and low and his fingers were on the move again, back up her body, across her hips and belly, her breasts and shoulders, her neck, and finally they rested on her lips.

  “What else Tasha?”

  “Nothing, really.” She was desperate to convince him nothing out of the ordinary had occurred on her night out and yet she somehow suspected he knew something had, but how?

  He shook his head as he looked down at her. “Oh dear, baby. We’ll play this your way. Well, actually this is going to be my way now.” There seemed to be an undercurrent of anger in his voice. “I am going to kiss and lick you all over and you will beg me to make you come, but I won’t. When you’re crying with frustration I am going to fuck you, but you still won’t come, but you will answer my question and you will tell me the truth, but you still won’t come, understand?” he sounded almost menacing, but Tasha didn’t feel in anyway threatened, just desperate for release.

  “James, please,” she begged, knowing he meant every word and although she knew he knew something had happened it seemed too late to reveal all now.

  She was trying to protect Philip and any chance of a social life for herself, but it was all going to come out eventually, just not now. If she told him now he would march over and chastise a drunken Philip and that would be unfair. He was far too drunk for this and even if she did come clean her frustration was already guaranteed and this was all part of the game. Tasha acknowledged James was very serious in many ways about the game, but she wanted to play it. She liked the game play, she liked James the control freak and he was here now and she wanted him to stay a while so she’d abide by his rules. She felt a light sting on her thigh and smiled to herself. The game was definitely on.

  He began by kissing her deeply and roughly as she writhed beneath him. He traced his lips down her face, her neck, her shoulder and chest and then her breasts.

  She moaned as he relentlessly devoured her breasts, first through the satin fabric of her bra and again once he’d released them so they sat pertly over the top of the satin. He continued to tease and torment her nipples as she called out again.

  “James, please. I’m going to come.”

  “No, you’re not. Don’t do it.” The words, laced with foreboding were almost barked at her and although she was expecting another sting to her thigh none came.

  It suddenly occurred to her that unusually he’d stuck to her right thigh. It was most unlike James; he distributed things evenly, partly to surprise her she thought, but definitely to avoid hurting her. He did this for fun, for their pleasure, not to hurt her, never to hurt her.

  “Trust me, baby?” he asked, confirming her own thoughts about what they were doing.

  “Fuck!” She cried out as she realised James, his fingers and tongue were now nestled between her legs, but still no sting. He had to know about the events of her evening, but how?

  She couldn’t deny her own confusion. He had avoided all contact with her left thigh, the one Alex had grabbed and pinched as he’d tried to get his hand up her dress, but Jim couldn’t know unless someone had told him, but who? Juan, Philip, one of the others, Donny? She was sure only Juan had been aware of it. He wouldn’t tell Jim, would he? It would drop Philip in it more than anyone because he was the one watching her, or not, when the incident had occurred.

  Her body was again conspiring against her and was closer than ever, but hopefully not too close. Her inner musing distracted her from exerting any self-control.

  Jim moved back up her body and relentlessly continued to bring her to the brink, again and again until she was, as he’d predicted, begging for him to make her come and the more she begged the less inclined he became to let her.

  “I love to see you like this, Tasha. I like to watch you.” He stared down at her.

  “I like you watching me. But please let me come now.” She begged again.

  “No can do, honey. I warned you, but this is how you wanted to play it. How you chose to play it. Roll over, baby.”

  She did as she was told and allowed him to pull her hips up and her legs apart before letting out a little whine as she heard the sound of the condom opening and then he was there, edging his very tip into her, slowly, so slowly she was barely aware of him being there until he asked, “You want to do this, honey?”

  “Yes,” she groaned as his hand stroked the globes of her behind. “Please, your way,” she told him, granting him permission to do this.

  Without further ado Jim was sliding into her fully, then with force and speed he slammed into her, pounding and grinding.

  “Oh James, please.”

  She really doubted her ability to stop herself. He’d been going at this for what felt like forever. She was so close and yet so far away. The sudden sharp sting to her right buttock made her groan loudly.

  “James, I can’t stop, please.”

  “Yes, you can. Don’t Tasha. Not yet.

  She was ready to cry now, real tears, just like he warned her she would. His relentlessness was something to behold. A smile curled Tasha’s lips as she had an idea.

  “I thought you liked to see me, to watch me. Let me turn round. Watch me.”

  “I know what you’re trying to do, Tasha. I am watching you. I can see you smiling, baby.” He leaned forward and gently tugged her hair to reveal their reflection in the huge mirror at the bottom of the bed. “You’re trying to play me, honey.”

  She stared at the image of them like this and found it a serious turn on. He began to run his fingers over her shoulders and back as he talked her through what he was doing. His hands settled on her hips which is when he allowed his left hand to drop to her thigh.

  “What happened tonight, Tasha? To you?”

  “Please, nothing, really...” she mumbled as the sting returned to her left buttock this time. A ripple coursed through her body that gasped and clenched. Her small grip on her self-control slipped a little further.

  “You’re lying. I know you are, you’re not good at lying, not to me.” His movements quickened and the ripple she felt earlier gained momentum. The sound of his voice and the warmth radiating from her behind caused her to let out another cry.

  “James, please.”

  The tears pricked her eyes until finally they rolled down her cheeks and fell onto the bed beneath her. One final glance up at their reflection revealed his eyes fixed on her.

  “You should tell me, Tasha,” he told her reflection, his voice and expression softened with every word he uttered. “Tell me how your dress got ripped, baby.”

  How had she thought she’d ever get away with returning home with her dress torn unnoticed? Juan had been right, Jim really did notice everything.

  “You could start by telling me who did this.” He rubbed a hand gently across her left thigh and as he moved his hand, he revealed a large finger mark or a bruise where Alex had grabbed her. That’s why he hadn’t smacked her there. Because she’d already been hurt and he didn’t want to hurt her, only to give her pleasure. His pace quickened again and she knew he wouldn’t take long now, but neither would she.

  “Somebody grabbed me,” she blurted out. “A man. I was just dancing.”

  “I told you to be careful.” He hissed out from between gritted teeth, then gripped her hips firmly and pulled her back against him as he stilled.

  She groaned, moving back with him until they were sitting up, Jim sitting on his heels and Tasha sitting back on him. He brushed the tears off her cheek and smiled at her reflection. She began to rotate her hips against him.

  “No.” Ever so gently he pushed her forward, off him. “Take your shoes and bra off and get into bed and when I come back you can tell me exactly what happened tonight.”

  He disappeared into the bathroom while she took her remaining item of clothing off. Before removing her shoes she looked at her bruised leg in the mirror.

  “Dickhead,” she cursed to herself as James reappeared.

  “I said to get into bed. Take your shoes off,
they distract me,” he told her and was already pulling the bed covers back allowing him to climb into bed where he summoned her to join him. She happily complied and lay down next to him, leaning back against him as he pulled her close.

  “As always you were amazing, baby. Your power of self-control is becoming very impressive.”

  “Mmm, not amazing enough for you to give in to me though.”

  “No. I may have done if you hadn’t perpetuated your lie with denials. So, roll over and tell me how my girlfriend comes to have a bruise on her thigh and a torn dress.”

  She turned to face him and explained. “It was nothing, not really. This guy was dancing with me and he was drunk. He got closer and closer and I told him I had a boyfriend, but as he has a boyfriend and a girlfriend he didn’t see it as an issue and when I tried to move away he put his hand up my dress and grabbed at my thigh, hence the bruise. I told him to piss off and then I went to the bathroom.”

  He frowned. “And the ripped dress?”

  She continued. “When I came back he thought I may still want to dance with him and when I said no he tried to pull me back towards the dance floor so I pulled away and my dress tore just as Juan appeared and he stayed with me after sorting this guy out and that is all. I hadn’t realised he had marked me and Juan tried to patch my dress up. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but—”

  “But I notice everything, especially about you. You know I don’t like the idea of anyone touching you. Especially not some drunk slime-ball in a sleazy club.” He sounded angry now. “You should have told me, and you should have come straight home when it happened. Where the fuck were Juan and Philip when this was all happening?”

  She placed her fingers on his lips to signal he shouldn’t interrupt.

  “I’m sorry you’re angry, but girls get touched by boys all the time in pubs and clubs, it’s nothing. And yes maybe he was a slime-ball, but the club wasn’t sleazy. Juan had been with me most of the night and he’d gone to the bathroom and Philip was with some friends. Juan suggested coming home, but there was no need.”