As they reached the door he stopped and asked, "I did warn you about your foul mouth didn't I?"

She nodded as he stared down at her and actually thought he genuinely disapproved, but was it enough to simply eject her from the room.

"But you decided that you and your smart mouth knew best didn't you?"

She nodded again and although she felt like she was being told off in the headmaster's office she was finding it all very hot with his frowning, holier than though attitude and objectionable expression while she was yielding, eyes flitting down playing the guilty as charged young and innocent lady to perfection, not that any of her thoughts were in any way innocent.

"I think I need to do something about that smart mouth of yours," he said still staring down at her.

She nodded again.

"I think you owe me an apology Natasha," his use of her full name only adding to the intensity of the moment along with his dark, but sparkling eyes.

He was as turned on by this as she was and clearly knew how to play his part.

Swallowing hard her breasts began to heave and her nipples hardened.

"Well?" he asked moving closer so that his hips were pressed against her belly now proving he was most definitely turned on, she could feel that.

"Sorry," she said as his hand lifted up the skirt of her dress. Gulping hard Tasha knew that if he dared move his hand higher he would be in no doubt just how turned on she was, how much she wanted this and him. The warmth and wetness emanating from between her thighs would betray exactly how she was feeling right now. Suddenly Tasha actually wondered if Jim would still send her away and humiliate her further by rejecting her in spite of her obvious desire and wanting.

"Sorry what?" he snarled.

"Sorry Jame...Jim, sorry," she said again, correcting her use of his name as his hand moved higher and gripped her thigh tightly but the sting of the pinching flesh exciting her further still.

"Sorry for what?" he asked, his eyes burning into hers, daring her to drop her glance again.

"I am sorry for my foul and smart mouth," she almost whispered as his hand moved even higher, he couldn't get any higher, there was nowhere else to go and she moaned that acknowledgement when he held his hand still.

"Good girl," he replied and smiled.

She smiled back but then she felt her pants moving under his fingers and instantly, instinctively almost she spread her legs for him and was rewarded with the sensation of fingers burying themselves inside her.

"Oh, honey, so welcoming!"

"Fuck!" she cried feeling the immediate effects of his fingers inside her, effects she never wanted to stop.

As quickly as he'd entered her he removed his hand. Tracing his fingers back down her leg he frowned. "There's that mouth again, I will have to think of something to do with it," he said grinning, both of them knowing exactly what he had in mind for her mouth, for all of her.

He raised his hand to his face and smelt his fingers to her horror and smiled at her again, "You smell real good honey," he crooned.

She pushed herself against the wall firmly, almost needing the wall to keep her upright suddenly. This was seriously hot and she wanted him and all thoughts of anyone else were gone. All she could think about was him, James, Jim, whichever, his name was almost irrelevant!

She watched on in disbelief as he inserted one finger into his mouth and sucked it long and hard.

"Oh my, you taste even better than you smell," he said still staring at her and then he smiled a dark smile, preparing to push her boundaries with a challenge. "Open your foul, smart mouth honey."

She obliged immediately, rising to the challenge, knowing exactly what it was likely to be and was in no way surprised when he inserted another finger into her mouth and ordered her, "Suck it Tasha."

She did as she was told and was shocked that this was such a turn on, tasting herself from his fingers. She thought that she had been right about him earlier, shit husband but a great shag!

Pulling his fingers from her mouth he examined his own digits, "That's better," he commended, moving his mouth to her ear and began to whisper, "You want me don't you, here, now?"

"Yes," she replied hoarsely pressing herself against him eagerly.

"Me too, but not yet," he replied, skirting across her lips with his barely grazing them, like the lightest of breezes whispering across and blade of grass.

She desperately tried to capture them, but he simply moved them down her jaw, then her neck and her chest, teasing and taunting her with the promise of what he might do next. Through her dress he nibbled at her breasts, her hard aching nipples making her moan and then he stopped to lower himself further, falling to his knees to trace a path back up her legs until his fingers were entwined with her wet pants. "Still very welcoming honey," he said and unleashed his fingers on her again.

She was about to swear again, but remembered that he had stopped last time she had done that so bit down on her lip hard in an attempt to muffle her expletive filled cries. Tasha had no real desire to be subservient and controlled and yet here, with Jim she thought it might just be the most fulfilling experience of her life if she did.

"Good girl," he said and then ordered her, "Lift your skirt up!"

She complied immediately and looked down at him as he removed his fingers and sucked them again.

"I could do this all night!" he announced.

In her head she cried objections to this all night, knowing there was no way she could stand this beyond the next ten minutes never mind all night! All night appealed so long as she got some release, soon.

He broke her thoughts by saying, "Lift your leg over me," and immediately slapped her left thigh a little more sharply than was probably necessary, but the burn felt good.

Again she did as she was told and placed it over his shoulder and waited for long tense seconds finally breathing a sigh of relief when he moved her pants and replaced his fingers with his face and specifically his tongue, one long lick along her whole length. God, no wonder he had been married six times, he was a genius, or at least his tongue was!

He paused, "Can I buy you some lingerie?"

"What?" Tasha asked in response, confused and frustrated that he had stopped.

"Lingerie, can I buy you some?"

"What for?" she asked even more confused, although the truth was that she was all but ready to let him buy her anything if it meant he resumed his tongue action.

Smiling he looked up at her, "Because these are in my way!"

Suddenly she heard the tearing of her pants and looked down to see what resembled a wet, lace rag in his hand that he was smelling before putting them in his suit trouser pocket.

"Yes," she cried, "Whatever you want."

He smiled again knowing that she was all but ready to agree to just about anything so returned his attention and tongue to its previous task. She could feel the familiar tingling inside and out that was increasing as was her breathing as his tongue licked, flicked and lapped. Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic as the tight coiling sensation in her lower belly began to gather pace. The feel of his tongue that was flat as it licked her length again and then a point that was circling her clit was blinding her, she could barely see straight and thinking was a distant memory. Tasha was virtually panting now as the feel of the explosion in her was ready to ignite and her own real concern was how she would remain standing as she was essentially on one leg.

With no warning and with Tasha literally one touch away from what she knew would be the climax of her life he stopped again actually looked at his watch as he got to his feet.

"No!" she cried, "Please, don't stop," she pleaded and tried to push him back to his knees.

He laughed at her but was standing in front of her now and moving his mouth back to her ear.

"What do you want honey? Tell me," he encouraged.

"You," she said.

"You have me, I am here. Now tell me what you really want," he ordered.

Oh God he wanted her to tell him, but then would he punish her if she used 'foul' terms? She had done this with Gerry, the dirty talk and it had been a serious turn on, but she knew Gerry, he knew her, but James, he was different, she wasn't sure if she could.

"Come on honey, tell me," he whispered again, but this time nipped at her ear.

What the hell she thought knowing that he wouldn't disappoint her so long as she played by the rules to whatever game they were playing now, and it was definitely a game of some sort, had to be because this was not real, couldn't be.

"I want you to carry on," she told him hoarsely.

"Why?" he asked with an amused expression that said he want more details than she was currently giving him.

"Because I do!" and as the words were out she knew they would be wholly inadequate.

"Why?" he repeated more firmly, lacing a hand through her hair, directing her head into a position that had her gazing up at him.

"I want to come," she confessed flushing at her own desperation.

"You could do that yourself," he said hoarsely as he moved her hand to where his mouth had been.

"No I want you to do it, with your tongue," she was beyond crimson now, but was more wanton than ever.

"Then what?" he asked.

Tasha knew for sure now that he was playing again, playing her, he wanted her to use her foul mouth.

She smiled at him and gave him what he wanted, kind of, "Then I want you to.... make love to me!"

He raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "I don't believe you, and then what?" he repeated with a grin.

She sighed to herself and then, slowly, she pulled his head to hers, slowly, seductively and licked the shell of his ear, nibbling gently as she whispered, "And then I want you to screw me!"

Pulling back slightly it only took one look at his face to know that she had answered correctly, that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Before she could consider congratulating herself on a game well played he charged forward again and found her mouth with his battering her lips before engaging his tongue that was exploring every part of her mouth. When he finally released her she felt as though her mouth had been assaulted, but in the best way possible.

"I can do this all night Tasha," he seemed to pledge and threaten at the same time. "And I intend to do just that until you are screaming out my name baby and begging me to take you. And then? I will still continue to drive you wild, but trust me when I say it will be worth it in the end, for us both."

She stared at him and thought that she may actually cry! When he'd threatened all night torture earlier she had been slightly disbelieving, thinking he was simply teasing, but he sounded so serious and he spoke with such conviction she was worrying that he might just mean it, literally, all night. She was so unbelievably aroused now and needed this, she needed him, she couldn't wait another hour, never mind all night.

"Now, I want to do it now!" she cried and hearing her own voice realised she sounded like a very petulant child in a sweet shop but didn't care if it got her what she needed.

He roughly pushed her back against the wall again so that he could stare into her eyes and quite possibly her soul as he spoke. "You want it now? But you are going to wait!" he told her with conviction, her head held perfectly still between his hands that had laced through her hair.

She considered begging and pleading, but something stopped her, not any sense of self-respect or dignity but something in those eyes that appeared to have darkened to a shade of black, so she simply nodded.

"I should change," he told her suddenly, his mood and aura calm as he walked off towards what she assumed was his bedroom.

Following him Tasha paused at the door he'd left open, presumably so she could follow and watch him. Standing in the doorway she wondered how this man, a complete stranger really, could get under her skin and into her head and know what she would do and what she wanted when she had no clue herself until this evening.

She should simply leave, he was messing with her head and this bossy, alpha male routine, as much of a turn on and attractive as she was finding it was also a huge red flag for her. She wasn't a dog that needed a master nor a wayward child that required a lesson in discipline, but a young woman who should be respected and valued as an equal.

He had his back to her as he threw off his jacket and then came his shirt and tie followed by his shoes and finally he undid his trousers that he was allowing to fall to the floor. She looked at him again, all of him in his glory, her mind and body full of longing and desire and like that all thoughts of walking away were gone. He really was very well packaged, so well-toned, his attractive and muscular back causing her to sigh, loudly, alerting him to her presence, although she suspected he had known that she was there all along. He turned and stared at her intently.

"So is this what you want? You want me to fuck you? Or screw you if you like?" he asked sounding almost angry now.

She nodded. He lowered his boxers and she was literally knocked sideward, he was huge! She had never had any complaints about the men she'd been with, except Liam, not that he counted, not really, but Jim was an animal, long and thick. Would she even be able to physically do this? Thank God he hadn't been the one to break her in.

She was still staring at him when he began to stroke himself and said, "You can choose whether you work for me or not Natasha, but my dick, my rules!"

"You really are big in Hollywood," she joked to his amusement, ignoring his reference to his dick and his rules.

After a final stroke that revealed the sheen of pre-cum across the tip he pulled his shorts back up and said, "Let's have a drink, maybe watch a movie and talk some more, after I put some clothes on, but you stay as you are, you look lovely, glowing."

She moaned out loud, preparing to protest as he pulled her to him and allowed his hands to brush across her chest as they traced their way down her body until they came to rest on her hips, "I can't wait to see you naked."

"You don't have to wait," she told him as he released her. Nervously, gasping between each word, Tasha wondered how to convince him to give in to her desire, but he said nothing, maybe he was waiting to see just how far she was willing to go in order to entice him.

She gulped hard as her frustration grew and then she smiled coyly as she realised just how far she was willing to go, further than she had ever gone before. Tasha lowered her own hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up, slowly revealing her legs to him, the legs he had enjoyed looking at when he first saw her and then as the hem rested at the very top of her legs she lifted it a little more and smiled at him as she began to stroke the dark triangle of hair nestled between her thighs. His view was totally unobstructed courtesy of her underwear still being in his pocket.

"You said I could do this for myself and you're right!"

He was over her before she realised what was happening, pulling her hand away and proceeded to drag her behind him so that she was virtually running to keep up with him. Throwing her down onto the huge four poster bed where he looked down at the image of her, flustered and dishevelled, her breathing erratic, her hair a little wild and her dress still raised, revealing her wanton and desperate clear for him to see with his expression of studious admiration and desire that suggested he might be coming round to her idea of not waiting.

"Stay," he ordered.

She complied immediately but did observe that he was now giving her commands one usually used for a dog and she was unsure whether that was better or worse than the horse reference.

"I don't want you to make yourself come," he said calmly, but seriously.

"Neither do I, but I need to," she pleaded.

"Not yet," he insisted, "And I will do it."

She smiled and lay back on his bed determined to force him to give her what she needed. She had no issue with playing games so long as everyone knew the rules to the game and currently she didn't, so maybe she could play him at his own game and even things up, just a little. Tasha pulled her dress up a little further until it sat around her waist then drew her feet back allowing her knees to drop to the side leaving her totally exposed and open for his scrutiny and inspection. Allowing her hand to drop back down between her splayed thighs she prepared to give him the final push.

In a blur almost, he was there, on her, holding her hands and arms above her head, "No! Did you not hear what I said? I will make you come!" he stated clearly and firmly.

"You might want to move a little closer then," she pouted causing an arched brow from Jim who held his position over her, keeping her in place.

"If you try and do that again I will take steps to stop you," he warned. "You're like a new driver behind the wheel of a high end sports car, with all that power and absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to control it, or maybe you're just a wild animal in need of taming."

She moved her foot so that it was rubbing against him and said, "So are you!"

He moved her foot, but smiled at her with amusement and warmth that prompted a truthful revelation from her.

"I can't believe I am here like this. I don't do this and I certainly don't beg, and I haven't done this for a while," she said feeling strangely emotional.

His expression softened at her final admission and then he smiled his understanding of how she felt and what she wanted, needed, yet somehow he managed to look triumphant.

"I can't even begin to explain how I feel right now beyond frustrated and that's your doing," she told him with yet more honesty.

He looked at her again and said, "I am a little surprised by the day's events myself! Keep your hands there, no touching!"

He turned away and appeared to be thinking or gathering his thoughts, deciding how to proceed.

"James," she called gaining his attention immediately, although she was unsure whether her James rather than a Jim had gained his favourable attention. "I can do games, fun games. Bossy, I'm in charge games are fine, but not mind games."

"Mind games are not my style," he said defensively, "Not like I think you mean," he smiled and proceeded to pick up the phone. "This is Mr Maybury, can you cancel my alarm call for the morning and ensure that I am not disturbed, no calls, nothing!"

He hung up and turned to face her, "Stand up."

She stood, warily, unsure if her words about games had really registered despite his words that mind games were not his thing.

"Take your dress off, but not the shoes," Jim demanded already taking up the position on the bed she had just vacated. Seeing her turn to face him he removed his boxers.

With hitched breathing and nerves kicking in Tasha undid the zip on her dress, slipping her arms out and then closed her eyes before allowing the dress to simply fall to the floor.

"Oh my, you look good!" he commented and then opened her eyes again.

Reaching behind her to undo her bra but never taking her eyes of his Tasha was surprised, when Jim put his hand up to stop her, "No, not yet, lie down next to me honey, let me touch you."

Tasha crawled onto the bed next to Jim and lay on her back wearing only her bra and her shoes. He traced his finger from her mouth down her neck and paused at her breasts causing her to gasp as he kneaded and teased her tight peaks firmly. He pulled at the lace fabric a little too roughly, the sound of the fabric tearing coinciding with her loud moan.

"I think I owe you a set now!" he laughed, lifting her back off the bed to free her from the torn bra. He gasped as he saw her, now naked, "You are very, very beautiful Tasha," he moaned in her ear. "I won't play games baby, I won't play you, but the bossy and I'm in charge thing? That is all me."

"Oh, ok," Tasha replied, reassured by his intention not to play mind games and excited that the bossy thing was actually him.

"Now, what did you want me to do to you honey?" he asked, reverting back to bossy, I'm in charge Jim.

She was feeling liberated and in control again now with his reassurances, brazen even as she answered, "Make me come with your tongue, please."

He smiled, "I like manners, your mouth isn't quite so foul or smart now, I like that, but I have something to shut it up if I need to," he laughed as he placed her hand on his erection that lurched at the simple touch she gave it.

Smiling up at him she said, "I will endeavour to remember that, but I can't promise that you won't have to bring out the big gun!"

"I am banking on it!" he grinned, "Now, where was I?"

Dropping to his knees Jim grabbed her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed before burying himself between her thighs, licking and lapping until Tasha was writhing beneath him on the edge of pleasure once more. Sensing how close she was Jim increased his efforts, easily sliding a finger insider her and then a second that he was pumping in and out as his tongue circled her clit with various amounts of pressure until finally at the split second she was ready to fall off the edge of her desire into the long dark tunnel of release he sucked hard, pulling her clitoris into his mouth where he continued to suck the engorged nub of pleasure until she was screaming, crying and fisting the sheets in storm of sensations and feelings like she had never known before.

Slowly and gently Jim coaxed her off the ceiling or wherever she had ended up and then gazed up at her, his face glistening with her arousal to ask, "Do you use birth control?"

What a time to discuss this she thought, maybe that should have been an earlier conversation but as it hadn't been she answered now.

"No, not the pill, I prefer condoms."

"Really? I don't like rubbers." he said.

She giggled as she thought about the term rubber in the U.K.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"We use rubbers to correct pencil mistakes in England," said Tasha.

"No, that's an eraser and this will not be a mistake! What do you call rubbers then?" he asked having startled her with his declaration that having sex together wasn't a mistake.

"Condoms, although some of the boys at school called them Johnnies, but I prefer condoms," she said thinking that Johnny was more fitting for a juvenile boy.

Jim wore a puzzled expression, "Ok, so condoms, really?"

"Yes, I have no intention of getting pregnant and with aids and stuff..."

"You think I have aids?" he asked wryly from his position between her thighs.

"No! Of course not, but you have had six wives and numerous lovers I would guess."

He nodded. "I don't normally carry rubbers, condoms," he corrected. "Unless I'm on a date."

"I do," she said smiling and lifting her small handbag up from her side retrieved one.

"Were you a girl scout, being prepared?" he smiled as he took the gold foil wrapper from her.

"No, but my mother instilled in me the importance of not getting pregnant," she explained.

"I hope you've bought enough for the night! Shame there will be no bare back though!" he said grinning again.

Tasha raised her eyebrows and wondered what it was with these horse analogies.