Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  She knew she was blushing, but did as he asked. The texture of the skin was odd; cold and wobbly making her think it should have somehow felt tacky or clammy. It didn’t. Tasha really wasn’t sure who had deemed this to be natural, but it felt alien to her as she handled it, especially when she squeezed her hand around it and felt the firmness of whatever mechanism ran down its centre.

  “Turn it on, honey.” Jim gained Tasha’s attention once more.

  Turning the dial, it suddenly buzzed and jiggled into life making her laugh. “I’ve never had one buzz before.”

  He laughed too before turning slightly more serious. “I would rather you didn’t talk about your prior experiences of dicks with me, Natasha.” He still wore a smile, but she felt sure he meant it. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  His question warmed her from the inside out because he was checking she was sure, again, but more than that he respected her enough to give her some choice and control in this.

  A wave of emotion washed over Tasha, but the last thing she wanted to do was to cry or even sound as though she might cry so gave a single nod.

  “Tasha, answer me,” he barked and like that she was centred, her emotions back under control.

  “Sorry. Yes. I want to do it.”

  “Like last time, I’ll talk you through it, okay?”

  “Yes,” she said, still holding the vibrator.

  “Put it down for now.” Without hesitation she put it to one side as he continued, “Kneel up and trace your hands over your body. Start with your shoulders and then move down.”

  Nervously, Tasha ran her hands down her neck and shoulders travelling towards her chest then across her belly. As she reached the bottom of her chemise, Jim spoke.

  “No, not yet. Go back to your tits and play with them, pinch and tease your nipples, baby. Let me see them through the satin,” he said hoarsely, his arousal and enjoyment spurring her on to continue.

  She groaned as she complied with his instructions.

  “Oh, Tasha, you really are something special.” His words washed over her until she felt every muscle tensing, stirring sensations low in her body. “Push the straps off your shoulders and let it drop.”

  As the satin brushed across her hard, elongated nipples she moaned loudly and her thighs clenched tightly. With a crook of his finger, Jim summoned her closer.

  She looked at him on screen, admiring the gorgeous man who was hers. There was no way she’d be able to contain herself much longer. She loved the way he summoned her like that and it always resulted in sex, but sex with him. She really wished he was here now to do this for her, to her. On her knees, she crawled down the bed but was unsure if the realisation that the curl of his finger would not result in sex with him had broken the moment for her.

  “Now, close your eyes and carry on pinching your nipples.”

  Once she began to touch herself again with her eyes shut it was like he was there. He had obviously seen her hesitation and loss of focus and knew exactly how to regain it.

  “Baby, do it harder now. Like I would.”

  “Oh God!” Her fingers tightened around her stiff and beading peaks.

  “Ssh,” he admonished. “Keep doing it, but it’s not your hands doing it. They’re mine and now I am going to put each one in my mouth and suck and bite them. Do you like it, baby? Does it feel good?”

  Good? It was way beyond good. He was there. She was in his mouth and so close already.

  “James, don’t stop,” she cried, despite the fact he hadn’t even started.

  “Calm down, honey. Not yet.” Tasha could hear the smile in his voice. “Now put your fingers in your mouth and slowly suck them, make them wet.”

  “No, don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Natasha, suck your fingers or I won’t let you come at all.” He spoke with a husky gruffness and although she knew they were her fingers that would ultimately control whether she came or not she was convinced by his threat. “Now move your fingers from your mouth down your chin, your throat and chest. Do not touch your nipples.”

  “James,” she protested.

  “Ssh, baby. Listen to my voice and imagine I’m there. Imagine it’s me doing this. You know if I was there your ass would be stinging now. I know you can you feel it.”

  She followed his commands with a groan of excitement, anticipation and just a little disappointment that he was delaying her release.

  “Oh, baby, it feels good, doesn’t it? What would I do next?”

  “James, I,” she began to protest again.

  “No, Tasha, do it. You know what to do and you know what I would do, don’t you?” he asked seriously. “I would be wanting your pussy now, so lie back and show me.”

  She lay back, a little awkwardly and allowed her knees to drop to the side revealing herself to him.

  “Good girl. Don’t rush it. Move down your thighs, right down to your knees first and then real slow, back up to your thighs. Now use your fingers.”

  She moaned loudly as she followed his commands to the letter.

  “How do you feel, Tasha?”

  “Horny and wet.” She was sure her words weren’t necessarily romantic or erotic but they were honest and accurate and the best she had in her current state of desperate arousal.

  “Slide your fingers inside. Move them in and out, faster baby.” He sounded as frantic to see it as she was to feel it.

  How did he make her do this? It was so dirty, but hot and she was so turned on right now.

  “Honey, what are you going to do next?”

  Although she knew the answer, she felt embarrassed.

  “Natasha, answer me, what are you going to do next?” He seemed to bark the question but with insistence rather than anger.

  She didn’t reply, but moved her fingers up to her mouth and sucked hard. Could she feel anymore turned on by him? She didn’t think so.

  “You are so sweet, but open your eyes now. Look at me.”

  She forced her eyes open and focused on the image of him watching her.

  “I want to lick you, baby. Would you like me to lick you now?”

  “Yes, I love your tongue on me. Make me come, James.” She couldn’t believe she felt the electricity building in her belly and rippling through her whole body.

  “Not yet. I don’t know if you deserve it, baby. I told you I thought your self-restraint and discipline could do with some more work.”

  She wanted to scream and shout. To tell him how much she needed him to make her come. She wanted to demand, but knew if she did it could result in a week of frustration, so she said nothing and closed her eyes.

  “And open your eyes. I want to see you, baby and I want you to see me.”

  She watched the screen again and her breathing hitched at the image of him as he held himself now. Her sense of longing went into serious overdrive as she gazed at the screen and remembered how big he was and how good he felt when he entered and stretched her until it burnt. She missed him, a lot, maybe too much. She didn’t think her natural feel friend would live up to James’ impressive prowess.

  “Good girl. Get the vibrator and turn it on.”

  She held the gently pulsating penis in her hand.

  “Turn it down, start slowly. Still so eager, Natasha,” he teased with a smile. “Close your eyes and listen to me. What do you want now, Tasha?” he asked lowly.

  “You know.”

  “Tell me. Your mouth is usually full of profanities. What do you want?” he repeated

  “I want you,” she replied coyly.

  “You can do better than that, baby. If I was there, what would you want me to do? What would you be asking me to do, begging me? Come on, honey. I want to hear you come, but you need to tell me.”

  “Fuck me, James. I want you to fuck me.” She flushed at her own words but was past caring.

  “You know what to do, baby. I can see it in your hand, but that’s not where you want it—”

  She lowered her hand and nervously plac
ed the vibrator between her thighs.

  “That’s it, honey, nice and gentle,” he encouraged. “Push it in more, and again.”

  Between the sensations she had missed so much since she’d last been with James, the speed of the quickening she could feel and his voice talking her through this she knew this wouldn’t last long.

  “Open your eyes, Tasha. Let me see you come.”

  He groaned loudly and that was as much as it took for them both to reach an earth shattering climax. The screamed combination of James, God and profanities all merged into one while he simply groaned out her name breathlessly.

  The vibrator was quickly discarded and they were both silent for a while as they regained their composure.

  Finally, Jim spoke. “Fuck! It was even better than last time and that was pretty good. I just want to hold you now, and then go again,” he grinned. “Lie with me like last time.”

  She moved the laptop so Jim was on the pillow next to her.

  “Are you okay?” The sudden realisation that she still hadn’t spoken hit him. He needed to be sure she was alright, that she had no negative feelings about what they had just done, shared.

  “Better than okay. Although I had a feeling I might be destined for frustration.” She answered honestly and was rewarded with Jim’s loud laughter at her words.

  “So did I. Especially when your mouth started flowing, but you reined it in.”

  “Only just.” She gave him a lazy smile.

  He shook his head, but his smile remained. “I did wonder. I really can’t wait to see you Tasha, and to touch you.”

  She smiled. “I miss your lips.”

  “You like my lips?”

  “Mmm and your tongue,” she added.

  “Do you want to go again, honey?”

  “Of course I do. I always do, but I miss kissing you.”

  “Ah, I get you now. I think you miss my lips and tongue for other things too.” He laughed. A suggestive arch of his brows made her let out a single throaty laugh.

  “Yes I do, and I think you miss my mouth, all of it, no matter what it’s doing,” she teased.

  “What time is it for you?”

  “Midday.”

  “Shit! Then it must be four a.m. for me. You are very distracting, Miss Winters,” he accused with a smile that now seemed fixed to his face.

  “Right back at ya, Mr Maybury, right back at ya.”

  Chapter 33

  Having lay together for probably only a few minutes, Jim broke the comfortable silence they were sharing. “Why did you choose to use Winters instead of Bailey?” he asked with what appeared to be randomness, but the truth was it had been a question in his mind since the meeting in Jerome Stewart’s office. He explained his choice of question when he continued, “I was shocked when your grandparents were introduced as Winters and your siblings as Bailey.”

  “I didn’t want anything to tie me to them and my grandparents had a much better work ethic, life ethic really and I felt more like a Winter than a Bailey.” Tasha realised keeping Bailey as her professional name had never been a consideration. It was bad enough to have it as her actual name without choosing it freely.

  “So, legally, are you Winters or Bailey?”

  “I haven’t legally changed it to Winters, but I always have to fill in the section on official stuff as also known as. I should probably think about it. I could ask Mr Stewart when I see him.”

  “Or just wait until you become Natasha Maybury,” he said quite seriously.

  She laughed at him, well, laughed at his persistence, “You don’t miss an opportunity, do you?”

  “Not where you’re concerned.”

  “If, I get married, I may choose to keep my name and not take my husband’s,” she said with a very straight face because she hadn’t even considered another name change.

  “Oh dear, baby. I think we have found the subject of our first fight because my wife will have my name.”

  “Then maybe I won’t be your lucky seven,” she replied and although she hadn’t intended for this to become an issue between them it had the potential to become just that.

  “Are you playing with me, Tasha? You will only ever be marrying me and we both know it, so just acknowledge you will be Natasha Maybury,” he said with agitation.

  “No,” she replied, feeling very brave and a little irritated by his assumptions about her and their marriage that wasn’t even a thing, not yet. She ignored her choice of the word yet. Three little letters that were loaded and full of so many possibilities.

  “No? Really?” His voice carried a mixture of annoyance and amusement she thought, the latter somehow managing to raise her hackles further, making her genuinely angry with him.

  “James, you haven’t ever asked me to marry you. You just tell me I will and if I ever agree to marry you I will not automatically change my name. We will discuss it, like grown-ups.” She sounded calmer than she felt.

  “Correction, when you agree to marry me, we will discuss it. We will fight about it and then you will agree with me and we’ll make up,” he said confidently.

  “You are very sure of yourself, Mr Maybury. Some might say, cocky.” Tasha smiled at him, just a small smile, reluctant to get into a real argument about their non-existent wedding right now, she didn’t doubt there would be plenty of time for that in the future. Briefly she wondered if he truly felt as sure of himself as he appeared.

  “You like me when I’m cocky,” he said, smiling back at her triumphantly.

  “I need to get showered and dressed for my date with Mr Stewart.” Her phrasing was unassuming. She briefly glanced in the direction of the clock only to find Jim raising an eyebrow when her eyes returned to his image.

  “A date? I think you’re trying to piss me off again, honey.”

  She replayed her words and offered him a smile. “I didn’t mean it like that, and I am not trying to piss you off, sorry.”

  “I will sext you later then, Miss Winters.”

  “I look forward to it, Mr Maybury.”

  “Are you not going to object and tell me I’m not allowed today?”

  There was a note of sarcasm in his voice, but she refused to rise to it or react in the same way.

  “No. Today is appropriate, except for when I’m with the police, but tomorrow could be a problem as I have the audition I told you about for a new drama over here.”

  “I will be sexting, texting and calling whenever I choose. But I accept you may not always be able to reply immediately, I thought this point had been agreed. Why are you bothering with this audition? Any of them?” he asked confused.

  “Because I’m an out of work actress.” Her irritation was rising to almost uncontrollable levels with every passing second and word he uttered.

  “Don’t be so patronising. I don’t like the attitude, honey. You might be an out of work actress, but you have five auditions set up and none of them are suitable; you won’t be in the U.K. for the filming of either of the parts over there. New York is not an ideal location, but possible I guess, and the L.A. roles can definitely be ruled out, so why bother auditioning?”

  She understood what he was saying and could see, hear and sense his increasing annoyance, but she ignored all of those things. She only focused on her own anger and irritation, all thoughts of avoiding conflict and arguments forgotten.

  “I can be in the U.K. if I need to be and I think New York is an ideal location for a New York based comedy. And pray tell me what is wrong with the L.A. roles?” Her angst raised to a point she doubted she’d be able to turn back from.

  “The attitude is still there I see. I want you in L.A. not London, and not New York, but I have conceded it could be a possibility. What is wrong with the L.A. roles is that you would be working for a rival studio and that can’t happen,” he said, matter of fact.

  “So!” she replied with a pout and thought that she sounded more like Lizzie than a grown woman with her sulky so.

  He sighed, sounding tired. Phy
sically exhausted and weary of the argument they were embarking on. “Baby, we will discuss this when I see you, but I will not allow you to earn money for a rival studio and make me look a fucking idiot. I think the name choice after we marry is now likely to be our second fight because this has just leap frogged everything else. So, you want to audition tomorrow, you audition, but don’t build your hopes up because one way or another you are coming to L.A. and we will be married and Natasha Maybury will not be flying around the country, never mind the world to film for anyone, least of all rival studios.” His voice sounded menacing almost, made worse by his clear annoyance at and with her rolling off him.

  “Grrr,” she screamed with an actual growl. “You are a fucking crazy bastard. I need to work and if you don’t like it tough shit. You don’t own me. Nobody does anymore and never will again, so guess what? You need to look for another would-be lucky seven because I quit,” she shouted and before she knew it she had terminated their connection.

  She stared at the screen, shocked at what she had said and done. Her words were running around her head again and she had no clue where they’d come from; her father and Liam had treated her like a possession, not a prized or valued possession, just something that belonged to them. Something to be used when they wanted, used and abused and then discarded until they needed it again.

  Guilt began to mix with her anger, guilt towards Jim and anger towards her dad and Liam. Jim was many things, but he was nothing like the other two men who were the real, intended recipients of her anger and words. He, Jim, loved her and wanted only good things for her. To keep her safe and she did feel loved, prized and valued by him yet he was the one on the receiving end of her hurt, anger and abuse. She knew he didn’t want her to audition, he’d made that clear when she’d told him about them and she knew he wouldn’t want her to work in a different country to him, but he had said New York was a possible.

  The problem she had was that she was out of her depth again, like she had been with her father and Liam. She was in no way comparing the abuse she had experienced at the other men’s hands to the love and care she had experienced at Jim’s, but she had only just rid herself of the abusive men and now she was all in with Jim and his rules, demands and pig headed refusals to compromise. Tasha had never been truly free or independent until now, until Jim and yet now she was kicking back against him and it confused her.