James had no idea what possessed him to ask Clara that question. As soon as it left his mouth he wished he hadn't and even more so from the look on Clara's face. He needed to think of a way back from this and fast before she said something that they both might regret.
"Hypothetically, Clara. I meant hypothetically would it be so bad if I were."
Her expression softened a bit and he felt like perhaps he dodged a bullet. It was clear that she really wasn't interested in anything more than what they currently had.
"Why would we want to ruin what we have now? I mean, this is pretty good so why complicate it."
Clara wasn't entirely convinced that he had meant hypothetically, but it at least gave her time to think about how she would really feel about it. She really didn't want to screw up what they had and she hoped he was still on the same page as her.
"It is and you're right. Just wanted to see if trying on a wedding dress had you thinking of walking down the aisle."
"Nope," Clara lied because it had briefly crossed her mind. "Just being a supportive maid of honour is enough for me. Now can we please shut up about all this relationship and wedding crap and decide what we want to eat?"
"Happy to," James answered.
He was relieved that he hadn't fucked things up, but perhaps a little disappointed that it seemed Clara really didn't want something more. Most of the women he had been with reached a point after a few months where they wanted a commitment from him, and he always turned them down. He had never been in this position and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it.
The pair decided to pick up Thai food and took it back to Clara's to eat. Clara was happy he had suggested her place because it might give her the opportunity to continue what she had planned the other night before her dad had interrupted their evening. She had hoped that night that she might be able to take control of their extracurricular activities and put James in a more submissive role. It wasn't that he was into hardcore bondage, but it did seem like he enjoyed using his tie, either as a blindfold or to restrain her. He also wouldn't have his release until she had hers and it didn't matter how hard she tried to get him off first, he wouldn't. Tonight she planned to change that.
They had just finished dinner when James mobile rang. He looked at it and saw that it was River and as much as he wanted to ignore it he knew he should deal with her sooner rather than later. It was easily the middle of the night in New York, so she must have just found out what he did earlier today.
"I'm sorry, luv, but I really need to take this," James said as he got up from the table.
"That's okay. I'll just clean up and perhaps change into something more comfortable."
James quirked an eyebrow at her and tilted his head. A look that Clara found absolutely adorable.
"I'll make this quick then."
"Hopefully that's the only thing that's quick tonight," she replied as she watched him step outside.
"What the fuck are you doing James?!" River yelled on the other end of the line.
"Hello to you to," James replied as he walked away from Clara's flat, knowing this was going to get heated.
"Just fucking answer me." River was probably the angriest James had ever heard her.
"Look, a situation came up and I had to deal with it."
"By stopping the trucks from going out!"
Clearly someone at the factory ratted him out, and that would have to be dealt with tomorrow, but now he was starting to wonder if River had asked someone to report to her.
"Yes."
"James there is a hundred thousand pounds in stock at the factory that we now need to get rid of! You know we can't risk holding onto it for too long!"
"I know, River! I'm not new to this fucking business!" He yelled back at her.
"Does this have anything to do with that fucking tart you're shagging?"
"Don't you ever call her that again!" James growled through his gritted teeth. "This has nothing to do with her."
"So then what!?"
"My bloody brother is on to me and came by the office today to question me about it. He's not going to let up, River, so I decided to stop things until I work something out."
"Without telling me!?"
"Last time I checked, you work for me! Not the other way around. I can make whatever fucking decision I want without consulting you!"
"Yes, but until you moved back to the UK you ran every idea, every decision past me!" He heard her take a deep breath, clearly trying to calm herself down. "Look, I know this is your business, but ever since Clara's kidnapping you have been acting differently and it has me concerned, okay."
There was more going on here with River, but he just couldn't pin point what it was. There was no way should could be jealous. They had been together for a long time and not once did anything happen between them, nor did she ever show an interest, but now she was kind of behaving as if she were.
"There's nothing for you to be concerned about. I left you to worry about New York, not London. So stay out of it unless I tell you I need your help. Is that clear?"
"Well there's more stock set to leave here in a few days, so you need to figure out what to do before then. And before you say can't we sell it here; the answer is no."
"Let me call the supplier and see what I can do." James said.
"There's nothing you can do. It was made clear that that shipment is meant to be sold in the UK, not here."
"You've spoken to the supplier?" James asked, slightly concerned now. He was the only one who knew who his supplier was; for years that had been the case. River had asked him several times for the name but he would never give that up. He couldn't. There needed to be a certain amount of trust and that was one of the few ways to gain it in this business.
"I did." She said straightforwardly.
"How?"
"I have my ways."
"River," he gave her a warning tone.
"Don't you, River me. I have a lot at stake here too, James. Remember that. Now what are we going to do about your brother."
He really didn't like where this whole phone call had gone and he just wanted to be done with it, so he could get back to Clara. He also didn't like the tone that River was taking with him.
"We aren't going to do anything about him. I'm going to take care of this and I will call you once I have. Do you understand?" He asked, firmly.
"Fine, for now." River hung up.
He had no idea how he was supposed to go back into Clara's feeling the way he did now. His blood was boiling and he wanted nothing more than to punch the wall. He needed to calm down. He took a few deep breaths and then walked back to Clara's door, then a couple more before he opened it. When he stepped inside, he was surprised to see Clara lounging on the couch in nothing but a red satin and lace teddy, holding his discarded tie between her hands. He had completely forgotten she had said she was slipping into something comfortable.
"Everything okay," she asked as she ran the tie between her fingers.
"It will be," he answered as he walked over towards her.
After his argument with River he needed to get some control back and tying Clara up with his tie would help a lot in making him feel better.
"So where shall I tie you up?" he asked as he looked around her flat.
"Oh no," she said as she stood up. "I'm not the one being tied up, you are."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Come again?"
"You heard me. I'm tying you up. Now strip."
He wasn't sure how to feel about this. He didn't like to give too much control up when it came to sex and the times that he did he would always be in a position where he knew he could get it back when he wanted. He had never let her tie him up before and in fact, had never let any woman do that.
"Clara,"
"No," she said firmly. "I have let you tie me up every time you have wanted to. Now it's my turn."
He still hesitated at doing what he was told. Clara had never been this firm with him and it likely would have been a turn on if he hadn't just fought with River. Right now all he wanted to do was push her up against the wall and slam his dick into her.
"Can I make you a deal?"
"No. No deals. I want you naked with your hands tied behind your back while I suck your cock so hard you explode in my mouth."
He couldn't deny that hearing her talk like that while wearing that outfit was a huge turn on. Just thinking of her on her knees in front of him, wrapping her soft lips around him was making him grow hard.
"Do you not trust me?" Clara asked and he could hear a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Of course I trust you. I trust you more than anyone." He knew he needed to do this for her, despite how uncomfortable it might make him feel.
He stared at her as he started unbuttoning his shirt and his heart skipped a beat to see her smile. She stood back and watched as he began to undress, eyeing him as if he were her favourite dessert. Once he was down to his boxers he pushed them to the ground and Clara licked her lips at seeing his cock that wasn't fully erect yet. He knew once she took him in her mouth she would breathe more life into him.
"Now what?" He asked as he kicked his pants aside.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
He did as he was told and didn't know what Clara was doing until he felt his tie being wrapped around his wrists. It felt tight, but not too tight. It was just enough that he knew he couldn't get out of it, but also didn't hurt. He then felt her run her hands up his arms and then a soft kiss on his back between his shoulder blades.
"Turn back around and move over to stand in front of the chair."
Once again, he did as he was told. Clara stood in front of him and kissed him and he immediately felt frustrated that he couldn't run his hands through her hair like he normally did. However his frustration subsided when her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach and then began stroking his growing member.
"Seems you're enjoying this more than you thought you might."
"Oooh, you do make it hard not to."
"Well, my intent was to make it hard."
She dropped to the ground and looked up at him as she continued sliding her hand up and down his shaft.
"And looks like I've succeeded," she said just before she opened her mouth and slid his cock inside it.
She began twisting and twirling her tongue around him and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was alternating between speed and pressure and it felt so good that he wasn't sure how long he could hold out. He desperately wanted to stop her, make her slow down, but with his hands tied that was really difficult to do.
"Oh Clara," he sighed. "You've got to slow down."
His words only seemed to encourage her to go faster and to actually take all of him in and down her throat. The slurping sounds she was making during her enthusiastic sucking was not helping the matter either.
"Clara, I'm going to come. Please, luv."
She looked up at him, and pulled him out of her hot mouth. "Please what?"
"I want to fuck you while I do. Can you untie me, so I can?"
Her hand continued gliding up and down his slick cock.
"Later. Now I want you to come for me."
She took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head in time with her stroking. With her other hand she cupped his bollocks and began gently massaging them. He was trying very hard to not explode, but she was making it very challenging.
"James," she said as she pulled him out of her mouth again. "I need you to let go."
"Ahh, Clara," he sighed as she pumped him. "I like the control."
"I know you do, that's why I'm doing this." She licked the drop of liquid that was forming on his tip. "Either let go, or I'll stop and this night ends here."
"I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so hard, Clara."
"And you will, but first I want to taste you. I want you to come so hard in my mouth that it drips down my chin."
She slid his hardness into her mouth again and began devouring him with a pace that he had never experienced before and he knew he couldn't deny her what she wanted.
"Oh fuck Clara! Don't stop, please don't stop!"
He didn't think it was possible for her to go any faster but she did and it wasn't long before he groaned his release. She swallowed around him, wiping her chin as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She licked her lips as they turned into a smile, clearly proud of what she accomplished. He was trying to get his breathing under control when Clara stood up and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Thank you," she said as she pulled away.
"I think I should be thanking you," James replied. "No one has ever made me beg before."
"I plan on making you beg for a lot more."
"I'm going to need some time to recover, luv."
"I know, but I thought I might give you a show while you do."
"So, can you untie me now?"
"Not yet."
"I just so badly want to touch you," he whined.
"I know you do, but you're going to have to wait."
She walked into the kitchen and came out with one of her dining room chairs.
"Sit," she ordered.
He knew he needed to go along with her, so he walked over and sat, with his arms going behind the back of the chair. Clara walked over to her record player and put an album on. James immediately recognized the song as Closer from Nine Inch Nails and he couldn't stop the grin that came to his face. He watched as Clara started moving her hips, swaying them back and forth in beat to the music. She then turned around, continuing her dance and as she ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them until he saw her taught nipples through the flimsy material of her teddy. She walked closer to him, her hands now running down her body and back up, each time her teddy lifting higher and higher. This was pure torture for him to watch her and not be able to reach out and touch her, to run his hands over her, and then slam her down on his cock.
She continued her dance, eventually lifting her lingerie over her head and throwing it at him, where it hit him in the face then fell to the floor. She finally moved close enough to him that he was able to lean forward and capture a nipple between his lips. He moaned around her breast, relieved to be able touch her, even if it was just with his mouth. He moved to the other nipple and suckled on it before Clara pulled away, leaving him to whimper at the loss.
"Clara, I just want to touch you. Please let me touch you."
She grinned at him. "I have to say I kind of like this begging side of you. And I think from the looks of it, you do too."
He was starting to get hard again and Clara happily noticed that his cock was rising to the challenge. She straddled his lap, as she stroked him between her legs and once he was hard enough, she lifted up and then brought herself back down on him. She was so wet that he easily slid inside. At first, she didn't move, just sat there while she ran her hands up and down his arms, but then slowly began to ride him. She began an agonizing rhythm of stopping and starting, which left James feeling utterly frustrated and in need of a faster pace.
"God, Clara, you're killing me."
"Am, I?"
"For all that is holy, can I please touch you," he panted.
Clara thought she had put him through enough. She had succeeded in controlling him and if she were honest with herself, she did really want him to touch her. She reached behind and loosened the tie enough for him to wiggle his wrists and free his hands. As soon as he did, his hands flew to her hips to hold her in place as he stood and moved them over to the couch, where he laid her down and began pumping into her like a well-oiled piston. His thrusts were hard and fast, and there was no way he was slowing down.
"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" Clara screamed.
James knew he was going to come hard again and normally he would make sure Clara did first, but he just couldn't control himself. He needed this release and he needed it now.
"Clara," he panted. "I'm so close."
"Me too."
He thrust deeper and could start to feel Clara tightening around him then she gave a loud moan, which he then spilled into her before collapsing next to her.
"My god woman."
Clara was trying to get her breathing under control. "Good?"
"So fucking good."
James pulled her into him and spooned her on the couch while they were both trying to gain their composure.
"So you would be okay with me doing that again?" Clara asked.
"Yes."
"Good because I really enjoyed making you beg."
"I could tell." He paused for a moment. "Sorry I was so reluctant in the beginning."
"That's okay, you got there eventually."
"Yeah, but our sex shouldn't just be about me and what I want. I always thought that because I was pleasuring you, that I was taking care of you, but I never once thought that you might like to be in the position of power."
Clara couldn't believe that he was actually admitting what she had thought all along. She turned around so she could face him.
"Thank you."
Clara was starting to have second thoughts about James not wanting more from their relationship. He was showing her a side of him, she was sure he hadn't shown anyone and that idea made her happy. But there was just something in the back her mind that kept telling her to keep her guard up and not fall for him completely. She just wished she could pin point why that was.