She nodded.
“Answer me, Tasha,” he demanded, needing to hear her say it was what she wanted. Knowing that if she had any doubts he’d hear it in her voice.
“More than anything,” she said with desperation. Her reward was to feel him edging into her a little more, her flesh stretching as it became re-accustomed to his size and presence. “James,” she cried on a short exhale as Jim made another thrust that saw him buried to the hilt and then he stilled.
He gazed down at Tasha as she lay beneath him as still as he was with just the sound of their breathing around them and their eyes fixed on each other with no necessity for words. They both knew that this was a momentous exchange. The fact that he was even there with her meant she was more than a fling and they both wanted their relationship to grow into something special. The look they still held between them told the other everything they needed to know.
Chapter 38
After simply staring and gazing at each other, Jim began to move. Slowly at first then faster making Tasha gasp and pant at the quickening speed of his rhythmic movements driving in and out of her. She cried out as she felt the burn of her climax starting. Adjusting his position, Jim moved up onto his knees and with his hands on her splayed legs he knelt between her thighs where his pounding movements became relentless. He ran his hands down her legs to her ankles and lifted each in turn, moving them until they rested on his shoulders.
“Very nice shoes.” He stroked the heels gently. “Did I pay for those?” he asked seriously.
She shook her head and felt the sting in her thigh that she had missed so much. The shock of the sharp contact made her release a sob and a gulp all in one but as the sensation registered Tasha felt every muscle in her body tensing in sweet anticipation as the initial pain turned into pleasure.
“No,” he warned her with a stern shake of his head.
Was he suggesting that she waited? The second shake of Jim’s head left her in no doubt that he was forbidding her to climax, although she was unsure how the hell she would manage it if he continued as he was.
She needed this like she needed her next breath and had thought from his behaviour since his arrival that the begging and crying of frustration had been forgotten, or at least postponed.
“James, please. I need to,” she cried, imploring him not to do this, not now.
“But maybe you don’t deserve to, Natasha.”
“Please, I promise I will stop infuriating you and breaking my promises,” she heard herself saying as she gazed up into his eyes that seemed determined.
“I don’t believe you.” He increased his speed, driving her ever closer to the edge. “You don’t believe you.”
She couldn’t actually disagree with what he said, but attempted to reason with him. “I know you’re still pissed with me and this is my own fault, but please. You can have me frustrated later, but I need this. I need you more than I have ever needed anything.”
Tasha was unsure if her words made any sense to Jim, but she meant what she said. It wasn’t simply a case of pleading in order to gain the release she was so close to. She knew he was annoyed with her ability to somehow end up doing the exact opposite of what she was supposed to do. That her actions in these situations usually resulted in her getting hurt or at least ending up in danger and if nothing else he tried to keep her safe. She didn’t really want to be left frustrated at all, but certainly not now because she did want him, more than anything, she wanted this, with him, together.
He slowed down and looked at her seriously as he pushed her ankles off his shoulders and drew her knees together, towards her chest. She felt as though she was being rolled into a ball so that he was buried even deeper inside her, grazing her g-spot and clit as he continued to fuck her. He knelt up higher as he began a faster rhythm, more desperate, and she knew he was as close as she was.
“Okay, honey. But only because this is our first bareback adventure, baby, and you feel better than I ever dreamed you might. You will be frustrated, later and begging will not help you, do you understand?”
“Yes, James,” she murmured. “Thank you,” she added gratefully.
How did he do this to her? She was a strong willed, independent and determined woman and yet with him she turned into a mainly compliant, submissive one. But she liked it. No, she loved this, the way he wielded his power over her.
“Come, Tasha,” he barked.
She was so close now it wouldn’t take much more.
“Come on, baby, I’m going to come inside you and then make you taste it, you and me together,” he groaned through gritted teeth.
“Oh fuck! James, oh God,” she screamed as his words along with their movements sent her over the edge.
He hissed a string of groans then her name and stilled. Seconds passed before he released himself from her, immediately lying next to her. As she straightened her body, she moaned at the sensation of stretching and the sweet ache she could feel between her thighs. Jim was lying on his side resting on his elbow, studying her.
“I am loving bareback with you, baby,” he said as he kissed her gently on the lips.
“Hmmm. I’m just loving you,” she replied with a slightly embarrassed smile for her cheesy words.
“Open your legs, Tasha.” Jim’s hand rested on her thigh.
She hesitated at the sudden change in his demeanour while his hand made it’s was down her legs until it rested between her knees.
“It could be a bit late to play hard to get. Open your legs, baby,” he repeated against her ear as his fingers gently stroked the soft skin of her leg.
Unsure why she’d hesitated beyond a feeling of renewed nervousness Tasha allowed her legs to part. Jim’s hand began a slow, teasing journey up her inner thigh until he found the heat of her intimate folds that he soon bypassed to slide his fingers inside her once more. She cried out with slight discomfort but also with the first fluttering of fresh arousal.
He smiled at her with a satisfied, almost smug expression. “Sore?”
“No, just a little sensitive,” she replied as his fingers began to move in and out while his thumb found her clitoris that he circled delivering immediate results.
Tasha could feel the electricity in her belly building quickly, coiling and tightening in preparation. Reaching up and with a desperate urge to touch him, she simply stroked Jim’s face and closed her eyes as if saving it to her memory.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he gently ordered as Tasha’s pants and moans began to fill the room. “Come on Tasha, you want to come?”
“Yes. Make me come again,” she pleaded on a fresh moan.
He was relentless again now and just as she could feel that her climax was about to be unleashed he removed his hand and as she opened her mouth to object he plunged his fingers into her mouth.
“That is what we taste like Tasha, together.”
He returned his fingers to her arousal once more only to remove them as far as his own mouth.
“We taste good, don’t we?” he asked with a wicked grin on his face after sucking his own fingers clean.
“Yes, we do,” she agreed. “But I think there is a better way for me to taste us,” she told him, already up on her knees.
Jim frowned as Tasha pushed him back onto the bed where he lay sprawled out. She crawled down the bed, settling between his slightly spread thighs. After taking his fresh erection in her hand, she slowly fed it into her mouth; licking, sucking and teasing as she went, up and down, adding a gentle sweep of her tongue around the head while her hand focused on cupping, stroking and gently squeezing his balls until he was groaning beneath her. She continued until she felt him tensing and twitching while his hands disappeared in her hair that he tugged on in a strange attempt to control her movements but possibly more to hold onto his own sense of control. With a final tug on her hair, Tasha felt the sensation of him filling her mouth and then the familiar taste of him.
She released him when she was sure he was spent and then crawled back up the bed until
she straddled him where she paused to say, “I prefer the taste of you.”
He immediately rolled her over and pressed her into the bed beneath him.
“What shall I do with you, Miss Winters?” He adjusted his position and wedged a leg between hers to rub it against her. She rotated her hips in response and let out a low, soft moan.
“You could make me come again?” she said seriously.
“I don’t think so, honey. I believe you said earlier, you can have me frustrated later, and guess what? It’s later.”
“James—”
“Don’t do it, Tasha. I will have you frustrated and much later we will address the reasons for your frustration, but for now I want to lie here and hold you, to touch you.”
She willingly allowed him to envelop her in his arms and legs and smiled as she realised that at this moment in time she was truly content, in spite of the mild frustration she knew would only get worse.
“So, we have lots to discuss, where would you like to start?” He gently brushed his hand down her side and back up her spine.
“We could talk later.” She pushed against him.
“We could, but I want to talk now,” he insisted. “Take your shoes off and get into bed with me.” He got up and began to pull the covers back.
Tasha was more than happy to comply, having missed their closeness and the simplicity of lying together and sharing a bed.
“Turn to face me while we talk. I’ve missed this,” he admitted as the sheets covered them both. Lying on his back while she lay on her side facing him Jim brushed her hair off her face and asked again, “So, where would you like to start?”
Tasha was in no doubt that talking was the only thing on the agenda now. “Money.”
“Okay, money. What are your objections to my money?”
“I don’t object to your money. I’m sure you’ve worked hard to amass it, but I neither need nor want it from you, in the form of cash, cards or anything else.”
“But you said I can buy you gifts,” he said, as if trying to establish some way around her objection to his money.
“Within reason,” she specified.
“Money is unimportant. I have more than enough and I consider it my job to provide for my family.” He spoke flatly and with a finality, as if the discussion was over.
Tasha had barely started. “I’m not your family. Look, I am grateful for the legal team you are bank rolling to sort Pippa and the injunctions, but that is more than generous enough. I really can manage.”
“You are my family, well not technically, but that’s semantics. You are my girlfriend and so much more, so I’m happy to share everything with you, including my home and we will resolve the technicality. The legal team are a necessity so no need for gratitude. Your safety and happiness really are my priority.” He pulled her closer, his hold becoming tighter. “And you shouldn’t have to manage. I don’t want you to manage and I actually doubt how much longer you can manage for with your father’s never-ending attempts to bleed you dry, baby.”
“But the money and the credit card and the obsession with me charging everything. Then there’s the whole issue of paying off my credit card. It’s all unnecessary. It makes me uncomfortable—like you’re buying me like some cheap prostitute.” There it was. She’d said it out loud, her real fear. That she was again being acquired, used as some kind of currency or pay off, not that she really believed he felt that way about her, not like her father and Liam had.
Jim scowled at her final comment but softened his expression as he responded. “Tasha, I need to know that no matter what happens, wherever you are that you have access to a reasonable amount of cash and a credit card that has no risk of being declined. So they stay, end of story, but I will make the concession of cancelling the direct payment into your account each month on the condition that you accept a larger one-off payment. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and if you ever compare yourself to a hooker again I will not be responsible for my actions,” he said, only angry at her prostitute comparison.
“What sort of larger one-off payment are you talking about because I really don’t want money off you each month?” She was somehow unsure how her objection had become an acceptance of a larger single payment.
“I dunno, but knowing you are going to flip out if I suggest a figure that’s too high, let’s say two hundred thousand, for now.”
“What?” She looked up at him in total disbelief and amazement that he was talking such a large amount.
“Unless you want more,” he replied, running a finger up and down her spine triggering a series of tingles through her whole body.
“No, I don’t want more.” She pouted.
“So, we’re agreed. We could make it pounds. That might be better for you.” Tasha made no response, unsure just what to say at that point. “If you would rather, we can tie it in to the pre-nup, a signing on fee if you like.”
“What? You are crazy, absolutely nuts.” She was horrified at the idea and the fact that he was undoubtedly serious in his suggestion.
“That’s not nice, baby. You don’t want me for my money, so the pre-nup will not be an issue and you will be the first of my wives to have a signing on fee.”
“Correction, you are an absolute fucking lunatic!” She immediately felt a warm sting across her behind as soon as the last word was out.
“I have missed being close enough to tame your mouth,” he told her. “Now, rather than shouting and swearing, listen. The purpose of you having my credit card is twofold I suppose; first it means I am providing for you and as most of the things you buy will be for my benefit, I should pay for it. Secondly, it allows me to monitor where you are and when,” he admitted candidly.
“My clothes and shoes are not for your benefit and I don’t appreciate my movements being monitored,” she complained, her own annoyance rising, although she couldn’t fault the honesty of his admission.
“Doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, it’s for my peace of mind not yours, but is entirely for your safety. You are very naïve if you believe that your clothes and shoes are not for my benefit. Try telling that to your little dress over there or your sparkly shoes I had you keep on while I fucked you,” he said, matter of fact.
“Except I paid for the shoes,” she said triumphantly.
“Yes, even though you had agreed to charge them.” His look of irritation was accompanied by his hand rubbing across her behind. She braced herself, expecting another smack to land and was disappointed when it didn’t. With an arched brow and a small smile Jim spoke again, “Any more thoughts on money?”
“No,” she answered with an accompanying shake of her head. Was there any point in trying to discuss anything with this man or at least trying to get a compromise from him?
“So, I will cancel the regular payment and have the one-off fee transferred into your account next week, possibly as part of a pre-nup. You will continue to use the credit card and I will continue to pay the bill and monitor your movements, agreed?”
“Yes, except we are not getting married so there will be no pre-nup for me to sign on to, oh, and it’s comments like signing on fees that make me feel as though this is a professional arrangement.” She thought she had been very clever in her wording to avoid the word prostitute or hooker, but made no attempt to disguise her irked tone.
“Of course we’re getting married, but we will discuss it at a later time. Forget the signing on comment, you’re right, it was crass and offensive. I apologise because we are definitely personal, not professional, baby, so the payment is a one-off and unrelated to anything.” He paused, seeming to have more to say but his expression suggested he was deep in thought. “I don’t ever want you to feel as though anything I do is for any reason other than love.” He paused again. “There is nothing cheap about you, honey. There is nothing and no-one I value higher. You believe that, right?”
“Yes,” she murmured, realising nothing had changed, not really, but somehow she’d agreed to
it all and his last words, their meaning and the sentiment behind them along with the sincerity in his voice had completely dissolved any negative feelings towards him.
“How’s your ass?” He changed topic as he gently stroked and kneaded it.
She smiled. “A little warmer than it has been for a couple of weeks.”
“Good. It will be getting warmer once we’ve worked through our lists.” He grinned at her making her grin back. “What time does the gallery thing start?”
“Half past seven, but I thought we could get there about half eight.”
“We should go for dinner first, but that still gives us plenty of time to work through your list.” With an arched brow he rubbed her ass again.
She giggled at his easy demeanour.
“Where is it then, your list?”
“I didn’t really write it down,” she said with a confused frown at the idea that he might have been serious about their lists.
“Why not? Mine is in my suitcase. I wrote everything down.”
“You didn’t?” she asked with amusement.
“I did.” He ran his hand down her outer thigh possessively. “If you don’t have yours I’d better add that to my list and I’ll just have to rely on memory for what should have been on yours. Now shall we move onto the next topic for discussion, or...”
“Or?”
“Or, we could work on your self-restraint and discipline.” He wiggled his brows as he rolled over so she was pinned beneath him.
She grinned up at him, more than happy to find herself under his weight. “Or you could just fuck me.”
“That is now added to my list too and I may need my attorney to start work on that pre-nup, honey. You really do like to make life hard for yourself, don’t you?”
“I like to make you hard.” She reached down to find his fresh arousal.
“You want to play?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Always, James.”
“This is not for you, understand?”
She nodded. “Only for you.”
“Good girl.” His lips found hers and their conversation ended.
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