Chapter 39
Tasha was sitting in front of the dressing table in the bedroom on a stool wearing only her black satin robe and a towel around her head. She had put her make up on, browns and creams and was ready to dry her hair when Jim appeared behind her wearing only a towel around his waist. He bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“You okay, baby?” He allowed a hand to slide into her robe and gently cupped her breast.
“I’m fine, thank you. A little hypersensitive and in need of relief.” She leaned back against him and gave him greater access to her naked body.
“Did you enjoy the shower?” He dropped his head down and nuzzled her ear and neck.
“Hmmm, until you insisted it was time to get clean not dirty.” She smiled.
“Well I think we were both dirty enough, don’t you?”
“No, not really.”
He laughed and then dropped to his knees so that he was eye to eye with her as she turned to face him. “I did warn you that this was how it would be, didn’t I? And you are nowhere near the crying stage, although I don’t think your begging is far off.” His hands slid up her outer thighs and gripped her hips firmly.
He gently pulled her forward to the edge of the seat and licked his lips salaciously.
“James,” she began to protest.
“Ssh, I know you’ve missed my lips and my tongue and I need to taste you again, properly. Open your legs, baby.”
She looked at him and considered saying no. She was so close already and whenever he touched her there with his tongue, his lips, it drove her wild. She loved when he made her come this way, but he wasn’t planning on making her come. She knew that. They both knew that.
“Tasha, open your legs. Let me taste you, honey, or I could take you back to bed and fuck you every way I know and we will be needing the Prada bag, but you still won’t come, not yet. So, open, now.”
He stared at her darkly and as much as she thought she should feel fear or apprehension at that expression, she didn’t. That look made her feel centred and with that a sense of ease washed over her. With her legs loosened, she allowed them to fall apart.
“Lean back.”
She did exactly as he said. He undid her robe and pushed it off her body, leaving her front fully exposed.
“You want me to do this?” he asked as she became aware that she was panting in anticipation.
She nodded because in spite or maybe despite her own objections that this was likely to leave her feeling more desperate and aroused, she could think of nothing better than his mouth right now.
“I wish I had your ass too now. Answer me,” he said, making her quiver with just the notion.
“Yes, I want you to do this.”
“Good. Now you need to watch me. I want you to watch me and while I am down here,” he said, sliding two fingers inside her, forcing her body to clench around him. “You play with your tits, like on our date, like I would.”
“Yes, James.” Her answer came without delay.
He moved his fingers in and out of her, stroking and teasing, then traced a slow, gentle path to her breasts where he circled the nipples with his wet fingers making her moan loudly.
“Now, when I lick these later they will taste of your pussy, baby.”
She moaned again.
“Ssh, calm down. It’s not time yet, okay?”
“Yes, James,” she replied compliantly.
His fingers moved back down her body until he had buried them inside her again, but didn’t take his eyes off hers.
“You want some pussy, baby?”
She nodded and opened her mouth, unsure whether she should raise some kind of hygiene issue about this practice they were partaking in again.
He grinned at her broadly and chided her as he put his fingers in her mouth. “You are very greedy, Natasha.”
He removed them just as he buried his face in her, which was probably a good thing because as soon as he licked her length, she clamped her teeth together. The feel of his breath on her, warm and then cold made her cry out and then as his tongue found her wet and leaking core that he was licking, lapping and darting in and out of she could feel her legs trembling. He held them still as his mouth found her clit that he sucked gently before battering it with his tongue, over and over it, across it, around it.
Jim covered Tasha’s hands with his briefly to move them up to her breasts as she seemed to have forgotten her part in this. She cupped her breasts before zoning in on her nipples that she pulled and teased as she watched him, hidden between her thighs, just his hair visible.
As she felt the familiar pulling contractions pulsing from within her she cried out, “I’m going to come.”
He pulled away and licked up her body until he had a nipple between his teeth and shook his head like a dog with a chew toy, but he still managed to convey his no.
“Please, James. I really need to. I can’t stand anymore.”
“Oh honey, I don’t think you deserve it yet. You know why I am doing this don’t you?”
“Yes,” she replied with all of the reasons forming an orderly queue in her mind.
“Do you think you deserve to come now?” His eyes locked on hers now.
“No,” she reluctantly replied.
“Why?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“Because I make promises I don’t keep and infuriate you. I play with you and provoke you,” she said as she tried to pull away from his orgasmic grip on her nipples.
“What else?” He tightened his grip on her nipples and frowned at her to signal that she would not be able to release herself from his grip until he wanted her to.
“My smart mouth and profanities and avoiding answering questions, and I put myself in danger by not following instructions,” she cried.
“So we’re agreed that you won’t be coming tonight, but maybe tomorrow. We will see if you deserve it then.”
“No!” she shouted out, partly as a protest but also at the desperate realisation that he was really going to follow through with this. “Please, I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need to come James, please,” she begged.
He smiled at her, “I like you to beg, but you’re not desperate enough yet.”
“I am!” she pleaded as he lowered his mouth around one of her nipples again.
With his eyes fixed firmly on hers, he flicked the nipple with his tongue and then released her.
“I could make you come like this I think,” he said, almost thinking out loud. “Do you deserve it though, Tasha?” he asked seriously and was clearly directing his question at her this time.
“Yes,” she cried now.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need to...” she replied with a whine to her tone and then she paused, but for some reason that even she didn’t know she said something that guaranteed her continued frustration, something that definitely amounted to provocation. “Men usually want to make their girlfriends come. I have never had a boyfriend that deliberately prevented me coming before, quite the opposite.”
He stared at her and she knew the point she’d tried to make was completely lost. In fact, the expression of absolute cold fury on his face told her that he thought she was deliberately using past boyfriends and their sexual exploits to taunt him.
Fuck, she cried in her own mind as she realised she had made the biggest of mistakes with those ill thought out words.
“Oh, baby, you think that talking about other men fucking you, making you come, makes me think that your self-restraint and discipline are adequate. I don’t think so. Take your robe off and kneel on the bed. I am going to fuck you again and you will not come and if you do there will be serious consequences, do you understand?” he asked darkly.
She stood up with a nod and as she turned her back to him, he pulled her back and removed the towel from around her head.
“I am seriously pissed with you, Natasha, and I think you have again deliberately set out to infuriate me with your
last comment and your ass will be paying for it. Bed, baby,” he growled through gritted teeth but the glimmer in his eyes suggested that he was more turned on at the idea of doing this, of fucking her for no reason other than to display his possession and dominance.
He followed her to the bed and positioned her until she was kneeling on all fours and facing the mirror at the bottom of the bed. She was wringing wet and although there was an undercurrent of a threat from Jim, a threat that he would make this hard for her, leaving her desperate, Tasha was panting in anticipation of what he was going to do and what he may do in the future. Her desire to please him and to make amends were even greater than her desire for release which just served to confuse her further over this whole relationship they shared.
“Tell me you want this, Tasha?” He took up his position behind her, stroking his erection.
“Yes, please,” she replied and she did want it, although her overly polite please made her frown at herself if not him.
“I want you to watch this, and I am going to watch you watching me do this to you. Do not come.”
She watched their reflection which only served to excite her more before he roughly and forcefully slammed himself into her, not that much force was required courtesy of her leaking core. A small moan left her lips at the sensations already rising in her and somehow, she wasn’t sure how, managed to control her body’s reaction to him.
He picked up a relentless, rapid and punishing pace without taking his eyes off her reflection. She wanted to look away; she didn’t want to see this, but was transfixed. She was unbelievably aroused at the image of herself being used and abused by this powerful, controlling and beautiful, if angry man. She could see just how furious he was in his dark, almost black eyes now. As she felt the familiar rush threatening to course through her aching, yearning body she wanted to look away, to distract herself from what was actually happening.
As if reading her mind he spoke. “Keep watching, I want you to see.”
How did he do that? Was she that easy to read? Or were all women the same? Maybe that was it. He’d been married six times and had countless less significant lovers so if women were all the same, that’s how he read her and her thoughts so well, so accurately. The thoughts of Jim with other women made her sad and suddenly she could understand why he had been so angry and upset with her comment about the way other boyfriends had fucked her. She knew that if he’d done the same to her she would have been furious, but more than that it would have hurt, broken her heart a little.
Suddenly, Tasha became aware of her own body moving back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust and then a small sharp sting registered across her behind.
“Keep still,” he barked.
She was closer than she’d ever been without being able to let go and she was beyond frustrated now.
“James,” she cried.
“Ssh.” He stung her other cheek now which really didn’t help her desire or arousal.
This was beyond erotic. She was watching him taking her from behind in the mirror and as she watched him spanking her, she was even more turned on. His face as he did this to her was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; his eyes full of passion, darkness, anger, control, and undeniable love. This could not be any more of a turn on. It was like watching porn, which she’d done with Gerry a few times, but better because she was now the leading lady and James was her leading man.
“I am going to come real soon, Tasha, but not you,” he told her and it became apparent that this actually could be more of a turn on with the addition of his dialogue.
She could feel tears burning the back of her eyes, threatening to overflow without much more provocation. She looked at his reflection, pleading with him, with just her expression, making him smile.
“Do not ever discuss with me how other men have fucked you, or made you come and never try to taunt me with it, do you understand?”
She nodded, although that was not what she had intended to do, but now was not the time to protest.
“And never, ever mention them when we are together like this, understand?”
She nodded again and as the loud slapping sound, almost a crash, coincided with the sharpest sting she had ever felt at his hands, the tears flowed freely. Not tears of pain, although her ass was hotter and more sore than it had ever been, symbolising just how pissed off he was with her; even more pissed than he’d been about Howser that time, yet the heat and sting only acted as more of a stimulant for her.
These were tears of need and frustration, and still it wasn’t over. She knew that no matter what she did she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and suddenly, as the tears gave way to sobbing he gripped her hips hard, avoiding the marks she still bore from the assault at her father’s hands and then he was perfectly still and silent. He withdrew immediately and pulled her back so she was sitting back against him where he gently cradled her as the tears continued along with the sobs.
He pulled her round to face him and kissed her gently making the sobs subside. He brushed the remaining tears off her face. “Now, you are suitably frustrated, baby. You should finish getting ready for dinner.”
“But,” she started.
He raised an eyebrow. “But?”
“Nothing,” she said nervously.
“Good girl, now get ready.”
On quivering legs, she almost staggered to the bathroom to freshen up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and swallowed hard. She looked like a waif and stray, with her now streaky and smudged make up courtesy of the tears. She picked up a make-up wipe and removed it in preparation to start again. God, she felt exhausted and James had been right, she certainly was suitably frustrated. Was this normal? Would it always be like this? The spanking didn’t bother her, although as she looked at her behind glowing red, she did think today had been less than playful. The spanking excited her, she liked to do things to give him an opportunity to legitimately spank her, to chastise her, correct her. However, the frustration was harder to take, but he seemed to get off on having that degree of power over her and she liked him wielding it over her, but it had been almost unbearable today, although she had yet to be anything than satisfied when he’d facilitated her release after frustration.
She had committed several of his most severe offences of late; put herself in danger, ignored clear instructions, avoided his questions and then talked about other men making her come. That might have been her biggest mistake to date. She stared at her naked reflection. She looked how she felt, confused, emotional and frustrated. She needed to calm down and look at things with fresh eyes, hopefully satiated eyes because the more time she spent with him the more she questioned her feelings and reactions to him. All of her feelings and thoughts confused her. She wondered if she should discuss this with him later. Maybe he could make more sense of things than her.
She checked the time, half past six already. She had better get moving if they were having dinner before the gallery.
She returned to the bedroom where James was already dressed in a black suit, white shirt and a black tie, he looked very attractive, if a little sombre. He smiled at her as they passed on the threshold of the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later and was fastening his watch and putting on his cuff links as she sat at the dressing table in her robe reapplying her make up.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really.”
“Why do you do it, Tasha? You say the one thing that you know will get the biggest reaction, and then you leave yourself feeling like this? Horny, frustrated, desperate.” He swept a finger across her back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade making her quake a little more.
She raised her head to look at him and decided against speaking, but shrugged and smiled.
Jim made no attempt to force a response from her. He bent down and briefly pressed his lips to hers.
“You really are a constant source of amazement, Tasha. You need to get ready or we’ll be rudely, rather than fashionably
late. I have to make a couple of calls so I’ll wait out there for you.” He pointed to the suite beyond the bedroom. “We can talk about it later, if you want to, need to.”
She smiled and as he reached the door called to him, “You look very handsome.”
“Thank you, and you look beautiful, as usual,” he replied with a grin and a wink.
With her make-up finished and her hair scraped into an unfeasibly tight ponytail, high on her head, Tasha opened the wardrobe to dress.
She pulled out the ivory ‘bridal’ underwear she had bought on her shopping trip. It consisted of a lace, uplift, half-cup bra and matching thong with suspenders and silk stockings. She then added the new taupe wrap around dress and smiled at the plunging neckline, revealing enough cleavage to be tantalising and provocative, but not so much as to be inappropriate.
She could hear Jim on the phone still. “No, I’m waiting for Tasha to finish getting ready and then we’re attending that gallery opening Lenny’s all excited about.” He laughed.
She slipped on her new nude peep toes and picked up a matching bag and threw her room key and phone into it then joined Jim in the lounge. He was still talking and laughing on the phone, leaning against the bar in the corner of the room with his back to her.
“No, that would be very cruel, Marc. Lenny would be gutted if I bought the stuff he wants from under him and as appealing as that is, I don’t see me wanting my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend’s works of art hanging around my house or office, do you?”
Tasha coughed loudly to alert him to her presence, causing him to spin around, still holding his phone against his ear.
“Wow.” He let out a whistle that made her smile far too much. “What? No, I am not whistling at you, Marc. In fact, you should get back to work rather than gossiping on my time,” he said and hung up.
She laughed. “Poor Marc. That was a little harsh.”
“Marc who? You look absolutely amazing, baby. We could get room service and I could unwrap you.” He grinned, dazzling her with his smile and glint of appreciation.
“We have made plans and are expected at the gallery.” She moved across the room to stand in front of him.
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