Naked Submission (11 page)

Natalie looked at his perfect face. The stern, angry man she’d fled was no
longer there. He was sweet - the real man she knew. She wanted him, that gorgeous face and hard, lean body. He wore a soft, blue shirt that matched his eyes, no tie. He looked casual, yet as beautiful as ever. For a moment, she felt inadequate in comparison, and was glad she had dressed alluringly. She needed every advantage to play this dangerous game with him.

She considered his apology
, and looking into his eyes, she knew he was sincere. Her heart was beating faster, just looking at him, and she knew there was no chance she’d turn him away. She thought of all the loving, exciting sex she’d experienced in the short time she’d known him, and the one emotional cliff he’d gone over, paled in comparison.

No matter that he seemed convinced that the rage in him was more
reflective of his personality than the sweet loving person he was now, she was sure, with all her heart, he was wrong. “I won’t hold it against you. It was an explosive situation. As long as you treat me with respect, I’ll stay with you,” she declared.

The look on his face was easy to read. He wanted her and his predatory pose foreshadowed what was to come. Heat flowed low in her body. She was so glad she was with him again
, where she belonged.

The meal was quick. They lingered to finish the wine while playing a game of seduction with their eyes. She admired his masculinity, his thick dark hair and pale, chiseled face. And, he longed for her more each time he looked at her cleavage, barely showing at the top of her dress, enticing him to do many unspoken things with her. The mounting sexual energy in the room had both Natalie and Tanner aroused and ready.

At last
, he stood. “I can’t wait any longer. I must have you. If you are willing, I have something in mind you will get pleasure from. And so will I,” he told her.

Natalie didn’t say a word. She knew the sexual feelings flooding her body wouldn’t be missed by a man like Tanner. All he needed to do was look at her face to know she was his. He walked the length of the table to pull her into his arms. His kiss was urgent, desperate. His need for her excited her.

Upstairs in his masculine bedroom, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn, and dim ceiling lights cast an ominous, sensual glow to the room. Natalie noticed that the polished emerald-colored trunk was open, but she couldn’t easily see what was in it. She’d become familiar with the toys he used in the playroom in Italy. The trunk looked like a toy chest, possibly an adult toy chest. She hoped it was, and felt a pang of conscience at knowing her own willingness for the secret toys.

Tanner lost his hands in her thick hair and bent her head back, nibbling at her neck. He licked the swell of her breasts
, and began to breathe heavily. He stepped back to regain control and bent down to take off Natalie’s leather pumps. He ran his hand up her thighs and felt his heart beat louder, when he realized she had no stockings or garter. His hands reached under her dress and found only a tiny thong, which he pulled down and off. Her boldness was plain.

Standing
, he noted the only jewelry she wore were diamond studs in her ear lobes, which he intended to leave in place. There was something exotic about sex with a naked woman wearing only two, tiny diamond stones. He reached to unzip the back of her dress, slowly, teasingly, and let it drop to her feet, so she could step out of it.

Before he could release her lovely breasts from the satin bra, something caught his attention. Natalie froze. H
e couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was fear or shyness. Did she think he’d be mad?

A
cross the front of her right hip, in a lovely, black script, was etched the word
-
Tanne
r
.

His heart stopped. “You got a tattoo?” He said
, incredulously.

Natalie saw the icy look
in his eyes. His mood was ever-changing. He’d just been so sweet, but now he was different. She hoped it was lust, and not anger. She’d have to learn to read him better.

“Ye
s,” she said, raising her chin as a challenge.

“Did you think I’d be angry?” h
e asked, his eyes blazing. “You endured pain for me. You are completely mine. The design is a symbol of that. It excites me.” He hesitated. “Tattoos aren’t easy to undo…later. I mean if you aren’t with me…..”

He couldn’t believe he was saying that. The idea that she’d
ever be with any other man incited insane jealousy, deep within him. Yet, he knew he couldn’t be everything she needed. Someday she’d marry, surely. Although… at the moment, he couldn’t envision it.

Natalie
looked at him, without so much as blinking, and answered, “You are the only man for me. There won’t be another.”

Their eyes locked
, and Tanner felt a current run through him. His cock pressed against his pants. He rapidly undressed, literally ripping his clothes off, and tossing them away. Natalie stood, only in her satin bra, proudly wearing the etching of Tanner’s name across her delicate skin.

The lovemaking was sweet and slow. Natalie noted that Tanner communicated best through the act of sex. Whether he was angry or loving, his preferred method of expression was through their physical connection. She felt joy over his loving touches, and a new surge of desire to give him pleasure rose within her.

She’d know
n that Tanner was experienced in many sexual techniques, but this time his precise stroking of her with his thick cock highlighted the extreme expertise he possessed. She adored having him inside her, filling her full. They were naked on the satin sheets with Tanner on top.

He began with a stroke that rubbed her clit
, arousing intense pleasure. His thrust was downward from above her, and grazed her clit with each, slow erotic movement into her. He watched her eyes, knowing exactly how far he could push before withdrawing to delay her orgasm.

Tanner shifted his position slightly and began to stroke in an opposite motion, thrusting upward. His hot dick gave her new pleasure sensations and she looked forward to what he might do next.
Already, she was teetering on the brink, ready to let go.

Taking things to a new level, Tanner stopped thrusting and began to circle his hips, churning his cock inside her wet vagina. Natalie was panting heavily
, along with Tanner. When he gripped the base of his large penis and began to churn it inside her manually, she whimpered in pleasure.

He stopped churning before allowing Natalie to achie
ve orgasm. Once again, the delicious torture of waiting excited her. He pressed his thighs against her and she pressed back. Locked together like this, he continued to fuck her. Over and over, he fucked her with their thighs pressed tightly together. Natalie felt the urge toward release more insistently.

Tanner’s arousal was on fire. He pulled back and nearly out of her. Before she could complain, he thrust into her forcefully. She gasped with delight. He withdrew almost completely and thrust back ferociously, stroking his hot, swollen dick
, in and out of her. She matched his motions. Beads of sweat formed on his upper lip and Natalie’s skin glowed with the effort.

Their panting was loud and heavy. Tanner pressed his thighs against hers onc
e again, moving gently in and out, to hold them back from full release. He could sense that Natalie wouldn’t hold on much longer, and he was only barely maintaining control.

Natalie moaned in a sweet melodic voice and Tanner gave himself over to the passion that was overtaking them. He
began to thrust rapidly. Natalie arched her back and moved her hips, up and down, in time with him. His huge cock never left her sweet pussy. Together they fucked with a violence that carried them over the precipice into a powerful mutual orgasm.

The crushing hold of orgasm faded, ever so sweetly. T
hey collapsed on the bed next to each other, still panting, glowing in the warmth of post-orgasm, beside each other, drifting down from a new-found ecstasy.

Tanner had been the first to finally get up. He’d run a hot, floral scented bath and took delight in washing Natalie and admiring her beauty. She washed him, in turn. The simple pleasure of bathing had become a sensual delight.

Magically, a tray appeared in the large sitting room connected to his bedroom. It was laden with hot drinks and food. There were various selections including her favorite,
steamy cappuccino. He never ceased considering her needs. Classical music in the background was the final romantic touch.

Natalie was relieved th
at things were back to normal, as normal as they ever were between them. She felt close to Tanner, and he’d apologized, but she kept noting some preoccupation. She was learning to read him. There was something on his mind, something he didn’t want to tell her. Whatever Tanner wasn’t saying had kept him unsettled, since he’d learned of Gabriella’s visit.

She shouldn’t ask
, but had to know. She didn’t want anything coming between them. Tanner wasn’t yet comfortable with intimacy, and she didn’t have much experience to go on. But, she knew they needed to be open with each other and communicate, even about difficult matters.

“What is it, Tanner?” She asked
, sipping her cappuccino with her knees pulled up under her. The fluffy robe was keeping her warm. Tanner sat across from her in a similar robe, drinking a brandy.

“What baby?” He asked innocently
, but looking across at her intent expression he glanced away.

“That…
what you are trying so hard not to tell me. It’s there and you can’t hide it from me. I can tell. Whatever it is, you can share it with me. We can face it together. Please tell me,” she pleaded gently.

Tanner leaned back and sighed. This wasn’t something he
never discussed, ever. And he didn’t want to now. But, Natalie was different than anyone else. He didn’t know why he felt he could tell her, but avoided overanalyzing. He knew she wouldn’t let him keep the secret, and he certainly didn’t want to lose her again.

Tanner looked at the thick carpet, not seeing it. He was lost in a memory and began to talk to her. “I’m not sure I can give you all the details. Unfortuna
tely, I was drunk at the time. Although… I don’t even recall drinking… but I must have.

I’d been away on business in North Dakota. There was a small winery there my father had considered acquiring. Briefly,
fruit and honey wines were popular, and one winery was making them in the style used by their ancestors.

This particular winery, I don’t recall the name just now, had won
medals for their wines, and was getting requests to ship to Napa and Sonoma. It was selling in the bigger tasting rooms. Always looking for something new, my father sent me to check it out in person.

Anyway… as I remember…
I made a call to my father, William, to ask a question about the prospective acquisition. At that time, he was still alive, and had been apprenticing me in the business. This was several years before he passed away.

When I called,
my stepmother answered. We started fighting. I don’t even remember what it was about now. She always resented me, feeling I wasn’t a rightful heir to the fortune, and knowing I’d inherit anyway. She took every opportunity to make life difficult for me. There was always discord between us.

I
was upset by my conversation with her. I do remember that. I was still young and impulsive. Plus, she’s only eleven years older than I, so still pretty young at the time. The call angered me and I took off in my car, driving too fast. I didn’t wait for security, or even tell anyone I was going, or where.

I ended up in a desolate area
of North Dakota. I don’t remember much of that. I only remember driving off, in a fit of rage. I don’t know how I even got the alcohol. My memory is occluded. It’s not that I don’t want to remember… I truly do. The details have just never come back to me.

Apparently, I drove to a
bar and was drinking bourbon, not my preferred drink even. I picked up a woman, who was alone. Now, that wouldn’t have been odd, except that I allegedly assaulted her, and she later pressed charges. A combination of my anger and the alcohol, I assume.

I honestly don’t remember. But
, I was still drunk when I left her. Although, I can’t imagine I left the woman without calling for help, if she was injured. I just don’t know. But later, when she called the police, she claimed that I had done just that – fled the scene.

After I left her,
I was speeding and swerved into a tree, which totaled my car and put me in the hospital. Normally, there would have been a tracking device on the vehicle, so my father would have found me as soon as I’d gone missing. But this was a rented vehicle, since I’d been out of town.

I don’t even know what my blood alcohol was. By the time I was found, it
was the next day. Fortunately, I didn’t have broken bones. The airbag had deployed, but the impact with the tree had knocked me out. I was unconscious for some period of time.

W
hen I became conscious at the scene of the accident, I tried to pull myself from the vehicle, unsuccessfully. Also, I was too far from trafficked areas to be spotted by anyone driving by. My father immediately started a helicopter search. Luckily for me, I was out in the open, although miles away from civilization.