Victoria continued her exploration of James's bare torso, her wet tongue tracing intricate patterns across his heated skin. Her lips followed the path her tongue had blazed, pressing soft kisses that gradually became more intense. When her teeth grazed lightly against his collarbone, James's entire body shuddered with sensation.
Her fingers trailed up his back with deliberate slowness, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as they passed. Each touch sent electricity coursing through his nervous system, making him hyperaware of every point of contact between them.
She came up to capture his lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding than before. When she finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper.
"Who was your first kiss?" she asked with a knowing smile, already certain of the answer because of his rather shy and…bad but sweet, kissing skills.
"You," James responded breathlessly, timidly, his voice rough with emotion and desire.
Victoria became visibly giddy at his confirmation, her happiness radiating from every pore. The knowledge that only she got to be with James in this way, that she was experiencing all his firsts, filled her with possessive joy.
"I'm not ending our relationship," she declared firmly, her hands framing his face. "We'll learn from each other and experience pleasure together. We're both new to this, which makes it perfect."
James still couldn't fully process that Victoria was pure in this regard. She had always seemed so confident, so untouchable. She was every man's fantasy and wet dream, the kind of woman who could have anyone she wanted. Yet here she was, choosing him, wanting only him.
Unable to contain his overwhelming emotions, James pulled her into a tight embrace, placing his chin on her shoulder as he held her close. The warmth of her body against his, the soft scent of her hair, the way she fit perfectly in his arms, it all felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from.
Victoria hugged him back with equal intensity, providing comfort and reassurance with her touch. "You're not a monster, James," she whispered against his ear. "Don't hide from me. Even if you were, you'd be my monster, and I like you exactly the way you are."
"I like you too."
James smiled against her shoulder, feeling a weight lift from his chest that he had carried for years. Her acceptance, her desire for him despite his insecurities, felt like absolution.
After several minutes of holding each other in comfortable silence, Victoria began running her hand through the expanse of his back in soothing circles. The gentle caresses lulled James into a state of peaceful contentment, his body relaxing completely in her embrace.
Then, with typical Victoria mischief, she sneakily moved her hand lower and grabbed his butt cheek with a firm squeeze.
James tensed immediately, every muscle in his body going rigid at the unexpected and bold touch. He pulled back from their embrace and fixed her with that warning look she had come to know well, the one that said she was pushing boundaries and testing his patience.
The look sent waves of arousal coursing through Victoria's system. There was something about his controlled authority, the way his eyes darkened with promise and warning, that turned her on immensely. The sweet, tender moment was instantly broken, replaced by the intense sexual tension that always seemed to simmer between them.
Victoria looked back at him with wide, innocent eyes, as if she had not deliberately done something provocative. Her expression was the picture of guileless confusion, though the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her satisfaction at getting such a strong reaction.
"Will it take me doing something bad to you before you stop?" James asked, his voice carrying an edge of barely contained desire and frustration.
He expected her to withdraw, to perhaps realize she was playing with fire and pull back from the dangerous game they were engaged in. Instead, Victoria did the exact opposite.
She drew closer to him, eliminating what little space remained between their bodies. Her lips moved to his ear, her breath hot and sultry as she whispered her response.
"What exactly do you have planned?" she asked, her voice dripping with seductive invitation.
Before James could respond, Victoria's lips found his earlobe, sucking on the sensitive flesh with deliberate intent. Her tongue flicked against the tender skin before her lips began tracing a scorching path down his neck in the most erotic fashion imaginable. Each kiss, each gentle bite, sent fire racing through his bloodstream.
James felt his resolve wavering under her relentless assault on his senses. He knew he had said this countless times before, but she kept reaffirming it with every provocative action. "You're absolutely crazy," he managed to say, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
Victoria chuckled against his throat, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through him. "I'm not crazy," she purred, pulling back to look directly into his eyes. "I'm wet. What are you going to do about it?"
As the bold words left her lips, she descended to his chest again, her teeth sinking into the smooth skin while maintaining intense eye contact. The combination of pain and pleasure, coupled with her unwavering gaze, nearly undid him completely. She really was a vixen, a seductress who knew exactly how to drive him to the brink of madness.
She came up to kiss him again, her lips hungry and demanding. While her mouth worked against his, she guided his hand downward toward her pulsing center. The heat radiating from her core had been demanding attention since their encounter began, throbbing with desperate need.
James shook his hand free from her guidance and instead reached up to grab her face by the cheek. His grip was firm but not painful, causing her lips to pucker outward. She looked like a squished duck, and he had to hold back his laughter despite the seriousness of the moment.
His expression grew stern as he looked into her wide eyes. "If we're going to be in this relationship," he warned, his voice carrying an authority she had never heard before, "then you'll have to learn the meaning of patience and patience is virtue."
Victoria's eyes widened further at his commanding tone, her body responding involuntarily to his dominance.
"And if you continue with your wild behavior," James continued, his thumb stroking across her captured cheek, "I will spank your butt until you learn proper restraint."
It was a complete bluff on his part, but Victoria didn't know that. She was too caught up in her excitement at the prospect, her imagination running wild with the possibilities his threat presented. Her breathing became even more erratic as arousal flooded her system.
"Will you behave?" James asked, his grip on her cheek maintaining the pressure that kept her lips puckered.
Victoria nodded her head frantically, looking for all the world like a docile kitten promising good behavior. However, James already knew better than to believe anything she said when she was in this heightened state of arousal. Her promises meant nothing when desire ruled her actions.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, releasing her cheek from its squished state.
James began counting in his mind: one, two, three. Right on cue, Victoria launched herself at him like a wild kitten, her hands reaching for his body with desperate hunger. But James was quicker, his reflexes honed by their previous encounters.
He grabbed the discarded sheet from earlier and began wrapping her up again with practiced efficiency. The fabric wound around her body, securing her arms and legs before she could mount another assault on his self-control.
"James!" Victoria yelled, her voice sharp with anger and frustration. "Stop this right now! Free me immediately!"
"This is your punishment for not listening," James stated calmly, continuing to secure the sheet around her struggling form. "I warned you what would happen if you continued your wild behavior."
"You said you'd spank me."
"Hmm well I changed my mind."
Victoria was decidedly unhappy with this turn of events. She wriggled and twisted, trying desperately to free herself from the fabric prison, but it was already too late. James had secured her too well, and her struggles only served to tighten the restraints further.
James couldn't help but laugh at her predicament, finding her indignant struggles both amusing and oddly endearing. He stood up and walked over to retrieve the duct tape they had used earlier.
"You wouldn't dare..." Victoria began, her eyes widening in disbelief as she realized his intention.
"I absolutely do dare," James replied with a wicked grin, tearing off a fresh piece of tape and pressing it firmly over her lips, sealing them closed once again.
After completing his handiwork, James stepped back to observe himself in the bathroom mirror. His reflection showed the evidence of Victoria's passionate attention scattered across his skin. Dark hickeys bloomed along his neck, collarbone, and down to his belly while red nail marks decorated his back and shoulders like abstract art.
"You certainly did quite a number on me," he murmured, tracing one of the more prominent marks with his fingertip figuring out how he would hide them under stuffy clothes and then the questioning looks from his colleagues.
He looked down at Victoria's bound form, his expression softening with genuine affection despite her current predicament. "Aww, my baby is so beautiful," he cooed in admiration, kneeling beside her to pepper her face with gentle kisses.
"You know my feelings for you are pure and genuine."
Victoria threw him the sharpest glare she could manage above the duct tape, her eyes promising retribution for his treatment of her. James ignored her murderous look completely, continuing to shower her with affectionate kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and nose.
Carefully, he lifted her wrapped form and carried her to the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as he settled them both on the soft surface. He arranged her beside him, pulling her restrained body into his arms so she was pressed against his chest.
"Time to go to sleep," he said softly, beginning to pat her back in a soothing rhythm. "I'm exhausted, and you need to calm down."
James's breathing began to even out as fatigue from the emotionally and physically intense evening caught up with him. The warmth of Victoria's body against his, combined with the comfort of finally having everything out in the open between them, lulled him toward sleep.
Within minutes, James had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep, his arms still wrapped protectively around Victoria's bound form. His face was relaxed and content, free from the worry and insecurity that had plagued him earlier.
Victoria, however, remained wide awake, her body still pulsating with unresolved desire and sexual frustration. Every nerve ending screamed for release, for the satisfaction that had been building since their encounter began. She was angry at being restrained, furious at being denied what she craved most, and yet somehow even more aroused by James's dominant handling of the situation.
She lay there in the darkness, pressed against his sleeping form, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and desire in equal measure. The duct tape prevented any vocalization of her frustration, but her eyes burned with promises of what she would do to him once she was free.
The pulsing between her legs continued unabated, a constant reminder of her unfulfilled need. Every slight movement James made in his sleep, every unconscious tightening of his arms around her, sent fresh waves of sensation through her already hypersensitive body.
Victoria had never been more sexually frustrated in her life, bound and helpless while the object of her desire slept peacefully beside her, completely unaware of the torment he had left her in.