His Punishment Page 9

  TARA’s Point of View

  “Hon? Are you at the room?” I heard Lyn asked immediately when I answered her call.

  “No, I’m walking around the sunset bar near the bay walk.” I lied. If I told her I was in the room, I bet she would come running up and try to woo me.

  “You need me?” I heard her ask.

  “No, Im fine. I just need some fresh air. I’ll be with you in a bit.” I lied again. I need her more than ever. I am almost in tears but it doesn’t want to spill.

  I didn’t want to waste my best friend’s time. More so interrupt her precious time with Christian. Her boyfriend is graduating soon and she won’t see him as often after. I want them to have a good time.

  “Okay, I’ll wait for you here.” I hear her voice now calming down.

  Then we hang up.

  I heard the knob of the front door right across me move. I stood up and held onto the ribbons of my robe tightening them. It might be Christian going to use the washroom.

  “Tara”

  JAMES’ Point of View

  I don’t know what’s driving me mad.

  Was Rhea right? Yeah I know I lost one hell of a wildcat in bed. Then I remember I felt my arousal when I kissed Tara at the parking lot.

  Does this confusion have something to do with me not getting laid for a while now?

  I don’t know, the more I talk to Tara the more I get to know that she’s a good person. But Rhea reminding me of her stalking me got my blood boiling again. I hate aggressive girls. Then there’s the fact Rhea pointed out that it was Tara’s fault she left me. My blood is boiling higher this time.

  My head is spinning. Must be the alcohol. The sexual tension. The confusion. It’s all there.

  Room 7890. Correct room.

  I slipped the keycard in the hole and turned the knob.

  “Tara,” I called to her. I was shocked when I entered. I saw her dress in the couch and saw one pair of her stilettos near the door and the other near the table.

  She was holding on the ribbon of her robe. How did she get in Christian’s room? Is this a set up? Did she ask for his keys? Then Christian offered me his keys. This is a goddamn set up! She even brought her friend to lure Christian I guess!

  She is still stalking me ‘til now! What does she really want?! My blood is boiling more now and my pulse is racing fast and body feels so hot. And seeing this woman just covered in this hotel robe made me remember how delicious she looked in that appealing dress a while ago. I feel my erection as my imagination drifted to her now semi naked body in front of me.

  “To hell with you woman!” I quickly walked to where she is standing and grabbed her head and started devouring her mouth.

  For once, I am going to give her that fucking punishment she deserves!

  Stop!” she was screaming.

  I did not listen to any of her protests. She kept pushing me with great efforts as I tried to peel her robes off her body. She was struggling and gripping on her robe and I kept tugging it off her as I kissed her furiously and harder than I did in the parking lot.

  I was so anxious to give Tara what I thought she wants and deserves. I have already read her loud and clear and concluded in my mind that she is deliberately trying to seduce me. I cringed at how low this girl can be for luring Christian with Lyn just to be able to get his keys and have a night with me.

  I was so disappointed with her at the moment. I never thought she could go this far. This girl is definitely obsessed!

  I would have thought otherwise if I found her here with clothes on. But it was far from that. This girl is almost naked and drunk and she knew damn well that I am pissed. Now I am more than eager to give her a piece of the game she is playing.

  She wanted this and I’m going to give it to her. The act of resisting is just turning me on even more.

  “You want this kind of game. Hell I’m giving it to you!”

  ***

  Tara tried to run to the bedroom but James got hold of the collar of her robe and ripped it down. He was finally able to peel Tara off from her robes and he pulled her back to where he is standing.

  He looked at her almost naked body. Her sexy black lacy pair of lingerie is perfectly hugging her private parts and he can’t wait to take them off.

  Tara was clutching her breasts to cover them from his fuming stare. She knew she had to get away but she doesn’t know how. She knows James is really mad and is under the influence of alcohol. This can’t happen.

  “Don’t do this James,” she pleaded backing away. She’s starting to get frightened by the look in his eyes and his actions were so aggressive that it’s terrifying her even more.

  James did not respond but moved towards her as she keeps moving back. Then the back of her legs bumped the couch and she fell down sitting on it.

  In seconds, James was on top of her kissing and sucking her neck down to her collar bone. His big hands are all over her body. He was trying to cup her breasts by pulling the other part of her bra down. James lowered his head to suck on her nipples hard. She heard Tara gasp and felt her hands pulling his hair as if trying to stop him but he just went on licking and gritting his nipples with his teeth.

  Tara inhaled sharply. She can’t figure if it was from the sensation or from her nervousness. The heat and scent of his body is overwhelming her. Her eyelids are starting to feel so heavy, possibly from all the alcohol she is not used to take. She was having a hard time keeping them open. She wanted to shut out reality and wish that this is not happening but the sensation that she is feeling is crushing her senses.

  James looked up to see her face and saw her eyes closed. She was still trying to attack his head but he could feel she is feeling the same sexual tension as he is especially after seeing her eyes shut.

  He tried to cradle her in his arms and decided to carry her to one of the bedrooms but she struggled once again.

  “Put me down!” she was throwing punches at his chest and slapping his face but James didn’t mind them.

  He placed her on top of the bed and went back to the door to lock it. He looked at Tara when he started to walk back to her, undoing his tie and buttons of his polo at the same time. She was desperately trying to get out of bed but he got her again and pressed her in between his body and the soft mattress. He continued kissing her neck while getting off his upper garments.

  “James, please don’t do this!” Tara said weakly, pushing him with all the might she could gather.

  “Stop with your games Tara. I’m giving you what you want.” he said as he slightly departed from her body and finally undressing his suit and polo. He threw them on the floor while intently looking at her.

  Tara gazed at his body. He’s so sexy. “I don’t want this James!” she tried to shout at him but James is back to pressing her down in bed again. He was trying to unhook her bra and Tara kept wriggling under him. She felt so vulnerable in his touch.

  He was once again licking her nipples and rubbing the other one with his hands that fit her breasts so perfectly.

  “Tara,” she heard his husky voice and felt his warm breath back on her neck. One hand slipped down to lift her chin and urged her to kiss him with the same intensity. “You feel fantastic.”

  He was peeling her panties off her and down her legs. She is caught in mixed emotions. She felt so nervous and unsure yet she is also feeling impatient and clasped her arms around his neck. She tugged him closer to her and he loved how his chest is pressing on to her big and full breasts.

  Tara felt hungry from the kisses and responded to it. His seeking tongue found hers and he felt her trembling beneath her. It was Tara’s first time to be kissed as wildly as this. Though she had boyfriends before it never went this intimate, what she is feeling now is so brand new to her.

  Her panties are gone and she twisted slightly as he felt James unbuttoning his jeans and getting off from his boxers. He stood up and undressed standing by the edge of the bed.

  Tara somewhat awaken from the enthralling feel
ing and quickly stood up from bed and covered her breasts. She looked at James as he undressed in front of her. His body is tempting but Tara is still not giving in.

  “No, James! This is wrong!” she tried to put some sense in him.

  “What are you playing at Tara?” he walked to where she is.

  She tried to move away but James was quicker and he cradled her when he caught her. He carried her swiftly and raised her legs to his hips.

  “Stop. Please. Stop.” Tara went back to protesting and pushing James’ shoulders as he carried her while walking and then pushed her back firmly to the wall. He acts as if not hearing Tara’s objection.

  He continued to push her to the wall then his lips ravaged on her aching nipples once again. He heard her moan a little and it encouraged him. He sensed Tara’s complaints are fake after hearing her and feeling her hands scratching his back. He grinded his hips to her and he felt Tara loosen and moaned softly.

  He walked back to the bed still carrying Tara, his hardness she felt sticking up on her stomach.

  He then laid her down. He dropped to his knees beside her and saw the fear in Tara’s eyes. She looked like a helpless pagan sacrifice. But he can’t resist her as he felt how delicious she is in his arms and lips.

  He started loosening up. He bent down again and covered her face with light kisses. His lips discovered the vein throbbing in her left temple and kissed it. He felt her blood pounding through her, echoing the fierce rhythm of his own heartbeat, blaming their excitement and alcohol intoxication.

  He could feel his hunger growing inside him and the urgent need to enter her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she is, how her silky white skin is amazing to touch, how enthralling her sweat, perfume and alcoholic breath sweetly intoxicates him, how ironically that his palms fit her breasts perfectly, how tempting her body is . . . but looking at her with her eyes closed and those long lashes shadowing beneath it and her lips swollen from his kisses, his lips twitched in dismay as he sense that this shallow manipulating woman is very much satisfied at where they are going. He wanted to crash every inch of her body right away. But her sight is mesmerizing.

  “James,” she opened her eyes when she felt him stopped his kisses. She slowly sat up.

  “No, you’re not!” he pushed her back to bed again. “After teasing me and arousing every inch of me, you won’t just leave without finishing this off!”

  He grabbed her arms and pressed them hard above her head to stop her from throwing punches at him.

  “After getting what you want, you will finally leave me alone bitch!” he ordered.

  He trailed her body with his other hand then vigorously pushed his finger inside her warm and moist opening and he heard her gasp.

  “NO!” she shouted as she tried to get his finger out of her. But she was not successful at it. James was strongly hovering over her and slid another finger and pushed it in and out of her wetness. She was still bind by his strong arms as he lowered his mouth to hers to silence her.

  His hands never once stopped at what it’s doing and he felt how wet Tara is at the moment. He pulled his fingers out of her and spread her legs widely. She started kicking and moving her legs but James was just stronger.

  He can still hear Tara saying NO in muffled cries as he continues kissing her and positioning his long shaft near her sex to enter her.

  He quickly pushed and penetrated her and withdrew his hardness then pushed back inside again. “You’re so tight.” He continued amazed at how good he felt with her. He slid in and out of her once again.

  Tara was slowly stopping her kicking as signs of protests. She knew she isn’t winning this battle. And she is becoming more and more tired.

  James kept pumping in and out of her and she literally felt herself being ripped every time. She can’t control her tears from coming out anymore.

  “Fuck! Your tightness is making me lose control.” He admits as he lifted her hips to receive his deep thrusts. He keeps rocking her to the in and out rhythm he has built then goes back to kissing her lips torridly.

  “James . . .” her voice low and seems pleading. She is definitely in pain. Her face so wet from the tears rushing out of her eyes.

  He lifted her legs to his shoulders and pumped harder inside her, loving the feel of her insides rubbing around his manhood. He feels lost in her wetness. Her tight walls driving him mad. But he gets distracted when he hears her cry louder this time.

  “Oh God Tara!” he suddenly stopped when he realized her being this tight isn’t normal. He released Tara’s hands that were still pinned on top of her head. He lowered her legs back to her sides.

  He looked at her and saw her flushed face. Her eyes are shut tightly and he saw tears continuously pouring down her cheeks. They are still connected.

  She opened her eyes when she felt him stop moving and looked at him. Her breath was short and he heard her cries in her throat.

  “Is . . . this . . . your . . .” he asked confusedly.

  She just nodded.

  “Virgin?” he asked again as if double checking.

  She didn’t answer. She just wept in her hands. She is trembling in pain and tension.

  James slowly pulled out of Tara and rolled to lie down on the bed beside her. He could not believe what happened. He is so confused and didn’t know what to think. He lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.

  She planned all this but then she pretends she protested. And she’s a virgin. Why would she give me that privilege? But she had been crying when I entered. But what is she doing in Christian’s suite?

  He stood up and dressed. He glanced back at Tara who’s still lying down with sheets covering half her body. He saw some fresh blood stains on the white bed cover and shivered. “Shit!”

  He found the keys and headed back to the bar.

  Chapter 7

  They are graduating in a week. All the students are packed in the sports complex to practice for their commencement.

  James never approached Tara nor glanced her way after what happened at the hotel. He was trying to stay away from her and he knows she’s doing the same thing. They are both in classes, but never as in NEVER have they glanced across each other’s paths. Talk about awkward!

  Christian and Lyn’s relationship is still kept by the two, actually three since Tara knows. Lyn is madly in love with Christian and so is he. They are always together and Tara either goes home right after school to eat lunch or eats at the new restaurant at her new parking space then hibernates in the library if she still got afternoon classes.

  She never had the chance to tell Lyn of how and when her virginity left her. Well, actually she had no intentions of telling her. That night, she pitied herself for what happened to her. But she wasn’t depressed at all. She was a virgin at 21. And she thought she could have been an endangered species if she kept her V-card a little longer. The fact that it was James who took it from her, makes her happy a bit. Yes, a bit. She thought her first experience would be wonderful. But it was far from that, it was painful. Literally. Emotionally though, she felt satisfied when James told her she felt fantastic around him.

  That night, when he left her at the suite, she cried to sleep. She was so furious at him. She can’t believe that he thought all along that it is what she wanted from him. She was so shocked that night, but there was something about what happened that made her want to start forgetting about him altogether.

  A couple days after the incident, she wasn’t uptight anymore. She was actually upset that she didn’t enjoy her “first time”. She often finds herself wondering and asking several “what ifs”. Your tightness makes me lose control. She keeps shuddering at the thought of James’ words. She feels she has an unfinished business with him.

  She wasn’t eager to see James anymore and somehow she felt her infatuation towards him is slowly going down the drain, all because of mixed emotions. She wanted the guy again, but not the same painful way it had been. She wanted to forget him because o
f his disrespectful way of taking something she kept for so long, yet she wanted to offer herself to him. She wanted to talk to him, but she doesn’t know what to say. They had a good time before that fateful thing happened. She wanted to ask what his flirting was all about, but she knew it was replaced with anger in the suite. She wanted to tell him she didn’t plan any of what he thought, but afraid he would never believe her. So she just stayed away.

  “James Ervine Aguilar” the loud speaker at the gym interrupted her thoughts.

  She looked at the man going up the stage. He was grinning widely and throwing some funny faces at his friends and waving wildly as if he was ascending a boxing ring instead of the graduation stage.

  He looked happy and not a bit worried about Tara at all.

  Are all men like this? After taking what had been precious to me? He acts like nothing happened? Tara thought disgustedly as he went to shake the hands of the dean and some other professors.

  Tara is still graduating with her block mates and is seated at the fifth row of the graduating class. Their section is next to James’.

  She saw James bow down and then looked at her. His smile left his face abruptly. He was still bowed and staring at Tara’s blank expression. This is the first time they had eye to eye contact after the encounter at the hotel suite. They both can’t remove their intense stare at each other.

  After what seems like an eternity, James stood up holding his back, as if faking an arthritis or rheumatism and then goes back down the stage. Tara never glanced his way again.

  James walked back to his seat and did some high fives with his classmates, as if he got his real diploma and not some fake rolled up piece of scratch paper.

  He looked at Tara again, checking if she was still looking at him, but to his disappointment, he just saw the bare skin of her nape below her bun-fixed hair.

  He inhaled deeply as he saw Tara’s white skin. Never has a day passed that he didn’t think of her. He was just too embarrassed to come and talk to her. He replayed so many times the foreplay he has given her and still continues to shiver at every thought of it. Just like this moment. His nerves are still shaken and he wanted so much to do the deed again. He licked his dry lips and swallowed hard as he felt his throat is drying up from his imagination.