Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  Without hesitation Tasha sat up, positioned herself so she was directly in front of him on display. Their eyes met and fixed on each other for a few seconds, maybe longer, Tasha waited for direction or instruction while Jim seemed briefly, very briefly unsure as to what was being exchanged between them. He shook his head, as if to shake whatever thoughts he had from his mind then put the blindfold over her head, pulled her down the bed slightly by the hips and got off the bed.

  “James,” she called as she heard him moving around and possibly undressing, but her loss of vision was making her nervous.

  “Ssh, I’m going nowhere but no talking, no seeing, just listening and feeling,” he said as she felt his weight return to the bed. “Do you trust me, baby?” He took one of her hands in his and gently made circles on her palm

  “Yes, I trust you,” she confirmed, and she really did.

  His response came in the form of his lips covering hers.

  Chapter 43

  Time ceased to exist for Tasha. Jim took a leisurely pace as he assaulted her body, mind and senses in the best way possible way, bombarding her with sensory overload; he had kissed her, licked and nibbled her from head to toe and she was now at five, or was it six orgasms? But he still hadn’t penetrated her or even allowed her to touch him. She was still blindfolded when he returned his mouth to her breasts and as soon as his mouth enveloped one of her nipples his hand was rolling and pinching the other causing her to moan and buck her hips.

  He moved from one to the other and back again until she had her hands in his hair and was calling out his name loudly unsure what she was calling for, but knew without a doubt that it was him. At last, he buried a first, then a second and finally a third finger in her causing another orgasm to erupt, but this one was more intense and showed no signs of abating as he rotated his fingers to rub the front wall of her vagina, taking full possession of her. She loved James, of that she had no doubt, but with her past she was scared of him claiming all of her, however, whether she wanted to be owned or not her body had no doubts as it submitted completely.

  The quaking and trembling of her body was becoming too intense as her release continued until it was almost painful but still James continued to take it higher and higher, clearly having no intention of settling for anything than every last ounce of her pleasure.

  Her moans and cries continued until she was yet again screaming out his name with expletives and blasphemy confirming the sentiment.

  “Ssh,” he whispered, not that her vocal expression of enjoyment was ever something he disapproved of or didn’t want, except it seemed that now it was. “Do I need to silence you?” he asked as he continued to make her writhe beneath him.

  She struggled to remain silent, something he was acutely aware of.

  “Am I going to have to spank you?” he asked her, causing a single low moan to fall from her lips.

  The smile that spread across his face suggested he knew she would never remain silent, she couldn’t when he was so intent on giving her such pleasure. His incentive for her to remain silent was a spanking which they both knew would result in many things but silence would not be one of them, meaning she was expected to fail.

  “Am I going to have to flip you over and spank your ass, baby? Can you feel it already, my hands on you, the heat? I can see it already, your perfect ass in my hands, my marks on you making your skin heat and colour.”

  Yes, failure would be hers and she couldn’t be happier. His words caused her body to react without his touch, but together they were catastrophic to her silence. She cried out again and immediately felt one side of her behind warming as the spank registered, although she was slightly disappointed that she hadn’t been flipped over as he’d earlier threatened. The added layer of torturous pleasure washed over her resulting in louder and louder screams sounding more feral.

  “I did warn you, baby.”

  Suddenly her mouth was full of something, fabric, it tasted familiar, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Her hands moved up to her mouth, however her move was infiltrated when they were pulled above her head and bound together.

  “Not quite tied to the bed, but it will do, for now. I told you to be quiet, but you chose not to.” They both knew there had been no choice for her in her lack of silence. Her vocal appreciation and objections had all been down to him. He pulled the fabric from her mouth and replaced it with his three fingers that she sucked long and hard until his fingers were clean of her arousal.

  “My turn now.” He drew his fingers from her mouth, replaced the gag then placed himself between her spread thighs with his mouth and his tongue ready to pick up where his fingers had been.

  She was in agony, but ecstasy. She was bruised and sore courtesy of his relentless presence there and he wasn’t done yet.

  He paused briefly. “Come on, Tasha, again.” He pushed her knees up and pulled them further apart, his mouth returning to her leaking core that he dragged his tongue the full length of.

  “I can’t,” she moaned from behind the gag before he removed it.

  “Come on, baby, please, for me,” he pleaded and she was done for again, unravelling at his hands, well, his mouth that drew her clit into its wet heat.

  She cried out loudly and was shocked to find that tears were streaming down her face and still the blindfold remained in place. As the tears began to pool in her ears she could feel his hands on her knees pulling her down the bed again and suddenly he was there thrusting away, finally preparing to take his own pleasure.

  “Fuck,” she cried out with a mixture of shock, pleasure and pain, unable to decipher one sensation from the other as her sensory overload continued.

  “Yes baby. I am going to fuck you until you come one last time,” he grunted.

  “I can’t.”

  “Not an option, honey. I told you I’d been thinking and this is what I thought about; instead of stopping you coming I decided I would play it the other way and make you come again and again, and still you cry. Just one more time, for tonight.”

  “No, please I can’t,” she begged.

  “I can feel you’re close. Let go, honey,” he ordered.

  “I don’t think I can,” she said between sobs now.

  “Ssh,” he reassured her. “Please, for me, try. I need you to do it again, one more time baby.” His voice was softer now, gentle and coaxing. “Will you try?” he asked, and with the knowledge that this was her choice, this was ultimately always her choice.

  She nodded. Nothing came and immediately she knew why; he needed to hear her voice, her agreement, her consent.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries and screams of pleasure.

  Jim leaned in, his mouth against her jaw that he nipped and kissed until his mouth rested against her ear. “Thank you, baby.”

  No further words were needed for either of them. He reached down and began to knead her breasts as his hips began to rock which was too much for her and she came again, still crying and shouting his name as every nerve ending in her body appeared to be conspiring against her, causing her whole body to convulse around him. Her movements and voice proved to be his undoing as his pace increased to a phenomenal rate that extended her pleasure. He pulled off the blindfold in time for her to see him falling apart in front of her; hot, sweaty, cursing and calling to her through gritted teeth which triggered another reaction in her and as she wrapped her legs tightly around him her sobs became more uncontrollable as he finally stilled and her own pleasure or pain, whichever it was, both, finally subsided.

  He lay along her length and reached up to untie her wrists then threw her binding onto the floor, one of the silk stockings she’d worn the night before. Then he held up her discarded gag, the pants he’d torn from her. No wonder they tasted strangely familiar.

  He sat back on his heels and began to pull out from her but then drove back in and she could feel that he was almost hard again. She couldn’t do this again, not so soon. She was seriously question
ing if she could move, walk or pee, and she desperately needed to pee. She looked around and realised that the room was light, but there were no lights on. They must have been at this for hours. She felt as though she was on fire and realised that Jim was still moving inside her.

  “No,” she said warily.

  Jim stopped moving and looked down at her.

  “I really don’t like no, baby. Maybe we should address that,” he told her quite seriously.

  Was it his intention was to continue regardless? Maybe as punishment for her use of the word no.

  “I really need the bathroom and I might have said no, but you still talked me round,” she told him with a half-smile that he reciprocated.

  “Fair point, but I still think we should address it baby, just not now. Maybe I should spank you properly,” he said making her swallow hard. “But not tonight, this morning.” He looked at the clock behind her. “Tomorrow, later.” He withdrew from her making her wince and moan. “Sore?” He grinned as he reached forward and wiped the remaining tears from her face.

  “Very,” she admitted and sat on the edge of the bed preparing to stand. “What time is it?”

  “Half four.”

  “Gosh, you are an animal, Mr Maybury.” She managed to stand on very wobbly legs.

  “Right back at you, Miss Winters, not to mention absolutely amazing,” he replied as he stood up behind her, holding her hips steady against him. “Could I tempt you to join me in the shower?”

  “To get clean or dirty?” she asked seriously.

  “I would like to say clean, but I think it would end up with us getting dirty.” He grinned more broadly at her pained expression.

  “Then maybe we could wait until later, after a little sleep.”

  “Okay,” he agreed. “This may come out all wrong, but please take it the way I intend it. I really want you to be the only woman I ever fuck for the rest of my life and even when I got married I don’t think I ever thought that, ever.”

  She smiled at him, possibly steady enough to get as far as the bathroom now.

  “I hope you will do me the same service when I say, I really need to pee, but am struggling to walk, so I really need to go, but we can discuss it in a minute, if you want to.”

  He smiled at her honesty and obvious discomfort as she disappeared into the bathroom. He really had meant what he’d said; he couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be with anybody else, ever, just her. Why would he want anyone else? She really was something else, he had never known anyone quite like her, in or out of the sack. He actually didn’t care about her fucked-up family, although her ability to do the complete opposite of what she was supposed to pissed him off, but he kind of liked that and it made her who she was.

  The age difference he was truly unsure about. Was it a problem? More precisely, would it be a problem in the future? They needed to think about that and he needed her to be in L.A. with him, in his house, in his bed because he couldn’t carry on like this, a week together then two weeks apart, then another trip across the pond. The time difference alone was a nightmare, trying to phone, text and video call at a time that was suitable for them both was almost impossible. He went to bed as she got up and she went to bed before he finished work which meant he needed to make a concerted effort to rectify the situation quickly. She broke his train of thought as she reappeared from the bathroom looking absolutely glorious, very much just shagged, but rather uncomfortable still. He liked that look on her, shagged and sore and in L.A. he could keep her that way.

  She climbed carefully into bed and draped herself across him. “So, you were saying about me being the only woman you want to fuck for the rest of your life.”

  “Yes, I was.” He wrapped himself around her. “And I was rather hoping you felt the same.”

  Tasha stroked her fingers gently along Jim’s chest. “I do. I would like to be the only woman you fuck for the rest of your life, too.”

  He gently patted her bottom. “Baby, that’s a lot of no’s, a fucked-up at lunch and two fucks now.”

  “You really are keeping count, aren’t you?” she asked with genuine amusement.

  “Oh yeah, honey, and I am thinking each one will be worth one stroke at spanking time,” he laughed and then seriously said, “or I could blindfold you again and make you come for each one.”

  “As hot as that whole blindfold thing was it may have been as torturous as not coming,” she admitted.

  “I know. I rather enjoyed it.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

  “You made me cry,” she whispered with a hint of confusion in her voice.

  “I noticed. It was rather unexpected, but I liked it and I knew they weren’t tears of sadness or pain, Tasha. I would have stopped if they had been,” he said reassuringly, needing her to know, to believe that if she’d been upset or hurt he would have stopped, because he would. He could think of nothing worse than causing her fear, hurt or harm and that included her carrying any thoughts or feelings that he might not value and respect her right to say no. He wasn’t her father nor Liam and he was going to prove that to her every single day.

  “I’m not sure what they were. I just felt so raw. Everything was so intense and sensitive and the thought of coming again actually scared me. I wasn’t sure if I could do it again without losing total control of everything,” she explained, not that she was entirely sure her words offered anything transparent in terms of an explanation.

  “Then maybe next time I should do it until you do lose control of everything. I think I would like that, that degree of power over you. In fact, I am thinking we could try that now, baby. You must still be pretty hypersensitive, it wouldn’t take long to get you there. What do you say?” he asked, but she was unsure if he was serious or not.

  She leaned on his chest and looked up at him now and saw what looked like a very serious expression on his face. God, he was really mad. She couldn’t, could she? Just him talking about it made it exciting, but she was still wrung out from last time and she couldn’t even imagine how it would feel to lose control completely and she knew that if she said yes he wouldn’t stop until she had. How did he do this to her? Not ten minutes ago she wasn’t sure if she would walk again and now she was considering going again, for what another four, four and a half hours?

  He grinned his biggest, wolfish grin at her. “And that is why I really want you to be the only woman I ever fuck for the rest of my life because despite how you feel physically and how you’re feeling emotionally, you are considering it. You are absolutely astounding, and I am going to marry you, soon.” He was definitely serious now.

  She continued to look at him without any expression.

  “Tell me that you know that, Tasha? Tell me that it is as clear to you as it is to me that we are meant to be together and that we will be?”

  Her expression remained unaffected as she finally admitted it, to herself and him, “Yes.”

  He stared at her with a mixture of bewilderment and excitement on his face.

  “We should go to sleep before I allow what you have said to fully resonate in my brain and then I will be the one that loses control and you will be tied to the bed while I fuck you every way I can think of and that may include me claiming your ass as mine, baby.”

  She rolled over while he moulded himself around her as they spooned smiling.

  ****

  It was almost midday when she woke up and found Jim sitting at the bar with his topless back to her and his laptop open. She stood behind him and put her arms under his so that they wrapped around his chest.

  “Morning.” She kissed his naked shoulder.

  “Morning, baby, just.” He looked at his watch. “We appear to have missed breakfast again,” he said as he pulled her around until she stood between his legs.

  “Maybe we should stick to lunch and dinner while we’re bypassing sleep at night,” she suggested.

  “There’s another reason why you’re the girl for me, a lesser woman might have suggested that we sh
ould consider sleeping at night.”

  “Never.”

  Jim laughed as Tasha smiled while he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “Amanda emailed some revised schedules last night if you want to take a look at them.”

  “Are they any different to the last ones she sent?”

  “Yes, they have all of your dates on and some possible dates for a holiday or a wedding,” he said with a cheeky wink and a smile.

  Her response was to cut her eyes at him.

  “That is added to the spanking list too, but we both know that we need to schedule a wedding somewhere, don’t we?” he asked a little less confidently than he had in the early hours.

  “Eventually,” she agreed as she looked at the dates on the schedule. She summarised the details for herself as much as him. “So, I have most of July available, just the second week when I am doing the shoot with Lucy. Then August I have just the first week available before I come back here for about six weeks and then back out to L.A. with filming from October.”

  “When are you flying back out this time?” He skimmed through the schedule, familiarising himself with Tasha’s commitments rather than his own and currently seemed focused solely on her return to The States.

  “In about three weeks.”

  “Why so long? The Dan and Pippa situation is under control and you have no more work lined up since you cancelled everything else. You could fly back out with me on Friday. We could fly via Vegas,” he said with renewed confidence that made her smile but not waver.

  “No.”

  “Another no? That is becoming a serious priority for me to address, I really do not like your over-use of that little word.” He frowned which only served to amuse her even though she could see that he meant what he’d said about her saying no. He really didn’t like it, but she decided he really needed to hear it more often.