Taming Eric (57 page)

He ignored her protests and stepped into the suite, kicking the door shut before lowering her gently until she was standing for herself. He bent forward, hands on his knees and began to puff and pant loudly. Over his loud breathing he managed to squeeze out. “I’m fine baby. You don’t weigh much at
all.”

He glanced up through his lashes and saw Natasha staring down at him, panic in her eyes and he couldn’t keep the performance up any longer and straightened up, amusement shining in his. When she saw his expression he watched the panic fade from her eyes and irritation take over. She hit him. “Damn you Eric, that’s not f
unny.”

He couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Yes it is baby. Your face, it was priceless.” He rubbed at his arm where she’d hit him. “Stop hitting me all the time woman. Such violence from
you.”

“Well stop being an arse and then I’ll have no reason to hit you.” She snapped at him and he couldn’t help it, he burst out lau
ghing.

“Are we having our first argument as a married couple? Fuck, I thought we’d get through a couple of days at least before the fighting sta
rted.”

She looked at him for a few moments as he grinned at her and suddenly she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Eric started laughing again as her giggling got more and more out of control until her eyes were streaming and she was struggling to get herself back under control. “Dammit Eric, you shouldn’t make a pregnant woman laugh, I’m going to pee myself in a mi
nute.”

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, or as much as he could with her big belly between them now. She was so beautiful. “God I love you baby. You’re so beautiful even if you do suffer from incontinence.” He struggled not to burst out laughing again when she snorted at him. He braced himself for another hit or maybe a kick, but she refrained from attacking him this
time.

Eric was surprised when she pulled back from him and started unbuckling his belt then popped the button open on his jeans before carefully sliding the zip down and slipping her hand inside to curl around his cock. She hesitated briefly as if unsure what to do next since surprisingly he wasn’t hard like he normally would be when she touched him. He felt his cock start to harden under her touch though and as his erection grew in her hand, the smile was wiped off his face and he could feel the familiar pull of desire flowing through him. “What are you doing
baby?”

“You thought everything was so damned funny Eric, so why aren’t you laughing now?” She sm
irked.

His smile was tight. “So this is revenge baby? Ok then, do your w
orst.”

She raised an eyebrow at him before pushing his jeans down over his hips until his cock sprang free. With her eyes on his, she dropped to her knees before him and he groaned. “No baby. You’re too pregnant to be on your knees like that. Much as I would love to have those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, I can’t watch you on your knees like
this.”

“Don’t you worry about my knees Mr CEO. The carpet is nice and soft and you have to pay for teasing me.” She smirked before opening her mouth and taking him deep inside until he felt himself brush the back of her throat. Fuck, this was supposed to be his punishment? If this was her idea of punishment then she could punish him like this any time she want
ed to.

She sucked hard on him, drawing him in deep before licking her way back up his length until she just had the head of his cock in her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand before drawing them in past her lips and Eric groaned as the pleasure began to build in his body. He reached out to run his hands through her hair as his excitement incr
eased.

Over and over she worked her way up and down his length, licking up his pre cum when it beaded on the head of his cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer especially when she took him deep into her mouth again and began to suck on him with strong powerful pulls of those sexy lips of hers. He jerked, his hips pushing him deeper into her mouth and he started shaking as he drew closer and closer to c
oming.

Unable to control himself, Eric began to thrust into Natasha’s mouth, his breathing coming in short sharp gasps and he could feel his grip tightening in her hair. Fuck he was about to blow. It took a moment for it to register with him that he could no longer feel soft lips and a warm mouth wrapped around his cock and his eyes shot open, frustration clearly evident on his face. “Fuck you Natasha. Why did you stop?” His eyes met hers and as soon as he saw the look on her face he started swearing. “This is your revenge? Fuck, fuck!” He gr
owled.

He took a step towards her as she tried to scoot backwards but her stomach slowed her down giving him time to grab her and haul her into his arms. He tightened an arm around her waist while he pushed under the hem of her dress until he could plunge two fingers into her pussy. Fuck but she was wet too. “Turns you on being a cock tease does it baby?” He whispered in her ear as he continued working his fingers in and out of her, smearing her juices over her clit. He pressed his erection against her as he tried to ease the ache but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be inside her since she had denied him the pleasure of coming in her
mouth.

“Ok, enough of this.” He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head before tossing it on the floor. His eyes travelled down the length of her as she stood before him in her bra and panties and without removing his gaze from hers, he kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans down around his ankles, before stepping out of them and advancing on Natasha. She wanted to tease him? Give him some shit? Well now it was time to turn the tables on her. He watched her eyes widen as he drew closer to her and he had to fight to stop the satisfied grin from lighting up his face at the worry he saw on
hers.

He turned her, pushing her forward until she reached the back of the lounge, pressing one hand into her back until she was bent over the leather, her hands digging into it to hold on. He grabbed the fabric of her panties and pulled on them until they ripped and he could throw them to the floor. His fingers plunged between her legs and a growl of satisfaction made it past his lips when he felt how wet sh
e was.

Eric lined himself up behind her, his hand wrapped around his cock as he positioned the head near her wet pussy and with an almost primal yell he buried himself deep inside her. She was so wet, her body gave him no resistance at all until he hit the end of the line, slamming into her cervix with a grunt. “Now I have you right where I want you Mrs Rothman.” He ground out near her ear and he felt her shiver and her muscles tightened around him which excited him knowing that she was obviously more turned on than she was revealing to him. “How’s that revenge act working for you now baby?” He nipped her ear before pulling nearly all the way out of her and then driving hard back into her which squeezed a whimper from her
lips.

He lunged into her again and he listened to her gasp before she turned her head to him. “I reckon it worked perfectly Mr CEO. I got you right where I wanted you.” She wiggled agains
t him.

Eric laughed. “Well if you wanted me to fuck you baby, all you had to do was ask.” He pulled out of her and stood with just the head of his cock inside her, not moving until she groaned and wiggled her ass against him. “What do you want baby? Tell me what you
want.”

“I… I want you to… to… fuck me. Fuck me hard. Dammit Eric, fuck… me…
hard!”

He couldn’t help it he chuckled at the desperate tone in her voice. “That’s all you had to do baby, just ask. Your wish is my command.” He dug his fingers into her hips and began to plunge into her
again.

Natasha started to gasp the harder he thrust into her and he grunted, his breathing harsh as he pounded harder and faster. He could feel his control starting to slip and he ground his teeth as he fought for control, determined to hold off from coming until Natasha reached her orgasm first. Given she’d teased him with the blow job that hadn’t let him blow, his control was on a fine thread. “Fuck it baby. You worked me up then left me hanging. I’m not going to last long. I don’t want to come without you. Please baby.” He growled in he
r ear.

Reaching down around her, he pressed his fingers against her clit and began to circle it frantically, feeling it swell under his touch. “Come on baby, come on.” He urged her as he worked over her clit even f
aster.

Fuck but he couldn’t wait any longer. He was going to come and he couldn’t stop it. He jerked a couple of times, his hips thrusting forward, driving him into her and with a loud groan he exploded, spurting his release deep inside her. “Dammit, fuck, I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t
wait.”

All wasn’t lost yet though and he kept thrusting hard, his fingers rubbing over and over her clit until finally he heard her cry out and he welcomed the feel of her muscles squeezing him and the rush of her release around his cock. He continued to thrust into her lazily while she milked him until they were both done, their bodies
spent.

He felt her legs start to buckle and he grabbed her. “I’ve got you baby. Hang on.” He swung her into his arms and carried her around the lounge before gently lowering her onto the soft plush leather. He dropped down with her and pulled her body over his until she lay half sprawled on top of him. “You know we barely made it through the door Mrs Rothman before you had your hands on me.” He gr
inned.

“Well you started it. You’re the one who was teasin
g me.”

“Yes but you were the one with your hands in my pants baby. I know we missed out on making love on our wedding night because you were exhausted but you know you might have given me a chance to get our bags into the bedroom Mrs Rothman before you got on your knees and put my cock in your m
outh.”

He grinned when Natasha burst out laughing. “Yeah well I didn’t hear you complaining Mr CEO, only when I needed to get off my knees for a w
hile.”

“You weren’t getting off your knees because you needed a break baby. You were trying to break me.” He tilted her face up to his, suddenly overwhelmed with the depth of his love for her, despite teasing him and driving him crazy with lust for her. “God I love you Natasha. You make me laugh, you don’t take any shit from me and you can give as good as you get and making love with you is the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. No matter how many times I have you, it’s never enough. Still, do me a favour baby, don’t cock tease me again or I may very well strangle you.” He wrapped his fingers menacingly around her
neck.

“Oh you just need to suck it up Mr Rothman and by the way, I love you too.” She trailed her lips over his
chest.

“Suck it up baby? Interesting choice of words.” He grinned at her until she pinched one of his nipples. “Dammit woman do that again and I’m going to have to punish
you.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him and bent forward, sucking one of his nipples into her mouth before suddenly biting down on it and he yelped. “Fuck, that’s it Mrs Rothman. You were warned.” His cock was hard between them and he groaned at how quickly she could have him wanting her
again.

She hadn’t missed his reaction either. “Seems someone in this room doesn’t mind a little bit of pain.” She teased him, running her fingernails up and down his cock. Fuck, she was driving him crazy and if she didn’t stop what she was doing then he was going to be forced to take her again because when it came to this woman in his arms, he had absolutely no self control with her, whats
oever.

CHAPTER 24

Eric watched the movement of Natasha’s hand as it slid up and down the length of his cock and he growled at her. “Keep that up baby and you know what’s going to ha
ppen.”

She just smiled at him and bent forward to bite him on his nipple again and he flinched at the small pain, his hips jerking, thrusting him more forcefully into her hand. He wanted to lie there watching her work his cock in and out of her hand but it wasn’t going to be enough. He wanted more and he wanted her to have
more.

He climbed to his feet and scooped Natasha into his arms, depositing her on the smooth timber surface of the dining table. He pulled her forward until her ass was partially off the edge of the table, spread her legs and stepped between
them.

He dipped his fingers into her pussy, groaning when he found her wet. She was so fucking wet and immediately Eric felt his desire mounting. He curled his hand around his cock and started rubbing the head through her wet folds, coating himself in her juices. He finally lined himself up at her entrance and with a hard thrust of his hips he plunged into her, burying his cock in her soaked
heat.

Eric wrapped his arms under her legs tilting her buttocks up towards him as he settled into a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her as he slowly built up their pleasure. He ground his teeth down hard in an effort to keep himself under control and his focus was on where their bodies came together, watching his cock disappearing and reappearing as he drove into her. It was intensely exciting to watch and he thrust harder, slamming into Natasha’s cervix over and over
again.

He raised his eyes and caught her watching him. “Touch yourself baby. I want to watch you touch yourself as I fuck you.” He said huskily digging his fingers into her ass to hold her steady as he thrust so he wouldn’t push her up the
table.

Her fingers moved down to where their bodies were joined and she ran her fingers up his cock which made him jerk in reaction. “Fuck baby, don’t touch me. I don’t want to come too soon. Touch yourself, I want to watch you touch yourself. Do it baby, do it for me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips and finally she touched her fingers to her clit, circling it as he plunged into her and he could see it was becoming swollen as her excitement grew. She started thrashing her head from side to side on the wooden surface of the table and Eric moaned at the sight of her with her gorgeous mane of curls spread over the timber. He groaned and thrust harder, working himself towards his climax with every brutal surge of his
hips.

Suddenly Natasha tensed and cried out as she came apart around him. Her skin was damp with perspiration, her breathing erratic as she clamped down, squeezing his cock forcing another deep groan from his lips. Fuck but he couldn’t take that kind of pressure. She was going to milk him like a fucking dairy cow. His head went back. “FUCK BABY!” He bellowed and he began to pump his seed into her, his hips twitching as he came
hard.

He collapsed forward, his arms braced either side of her on the table as he gasped for air and he stayed like that until finally his heart rate started to slow down to normal. He opened his eyes to see Natasha watching him and he grinned at her. “You know if we don’t slow down baby, we’re never going to get our bags unpacked before we have to leave
here.”

She gave him a lazy smile in response. “Are you complaining Mr
CEO?”

“With my cock still inside you baby? Do I feel like I’m complaining?” He thrust forward but he was already starting to soften so he pulled free of her and straightened up. “Come on Mrs Rothman. Time for a shower I think, then maybe you can stop taking advantage of me long enough for us to unpack our
bags.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at him. “You are so full of shit Mr CEO but I love you even though I could strangle you sometimes.” She cupped his cheek and Eric grinned, pulling her up off the table and onto her
feet.

“I love you too baby, so much it hurts sometimes. Don’t ever leave me will you?” He felt a wave of his old fears and insecurities as he stared down at her. He couldn’t handle it if she decided he wasn’t enough and tried to leave him. He couldn’t let her go, ever. She was his and she would break him if she lef
t him.

“I could never leave you Eric. To do that would be like leaving a piece of my heart behind and I couldn’t survive that.” She wrapped a leg around his thigh and rubbed her wet pussy against his leg. “I also couldn’t survive without a shower right now.” She said grinning at him and he burst out laughing as he felt the wetness on hi
s leg.

He bent down to nip at her bottom lip with his teeth. “Happy with yourself are you baby? Come on, lets go have that shower.” He swung her into his arms and carried her through to the bathroom despite her protests. He turned the taps on and once he had the spray at the right temperature, he pulled her into the shower with him and shut the
door.

*     *
     *

Despite it being their honeymoon they both decided to do very little with the rest of their day, choosing to hang around the hotel suite simply enjoying each other’s company. They watched some TV and Eric held Natasha in his arms as she slept on the lounge while he watched the old movie The Poseidon Adve
nture.

Later they talked about what they were going to do for dinner, whether to eat in or go to a restaurant somewhere. “How about the ARIA Restaurant baby at Circular Quay? It’s right near the harbour with views of the bridge and Opera House so the city at night should be ama
zing.”

“It sounds expensive Eric and how would we get a table at such short no
tice?”

He grinned at her, giving her that ‘how could she even question him’ look. “They know me baby, trust me, they’ll find us a table. I’ll ring the restaurant now.” He climbed up off the l
ounge.

Of course as he’d expected, he had no trouble getting them a table when the manager heard it was him. Money talked and not everyone shared Natasha’s aversion to it. He walked back into the living room a smug look on his face. “I told you I’d get us a table and I’ve also got the limo organised so we’re booked in for 6.
30pm.”

Natasha glanced up at the clock and shrieked when she saw the time. She started frantically scrambling around to get off the lounge. Watching her struggles was too much for him and he started laughing which only managed to earn him a glowering look. “Well don’t just stand there dammit, help me up.” She snapped at him and he laughed harder at the look on her face. She was going to kill him if he didn’t back off soon he suspected or at the very least he was in serious danger of only hitting the high notes when she removed his balls which she looked very much like she was going to do t
o him.

He was feeling lucky though, or liked living life on the wild side because rather than helping her, he cocked his head to one side, studying her. “What do you say
baby?”

“Fuck you Eric.” She spat angrily at him and he burst out laughing
again.

“That’s not quite what I had in mind. What’s the magic word?” He folded his arms as he watched her with amusement in his
gaze.

Finally she sighed and managed to squeeze out a reluctant. “Pl
ease.”

He walked over and held out his hand for her, pulling her to her feet. She still managed to glare at him once she was standing though and he bent his head to kiss her. “Don’t pout baby. Now go get ready for dinner. I want to show my gorgeous wife off.” He slapped her ass as she walked past him and she squealed as she hurried off to the be
droom.

An hour later he stood in the living room dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt and a striped grey tie staring out the window at the views from their penthouse suite. He didn’t hear her approach on the plush pile carpet but he sensed her presence and turned to watch her as she walked towards him. Fuck but she looked stunning. His heart tightened in his chest as he stared at her. It was hard to imagine that she was his, that she was his
wife.

She was dressed in a black dress, off the shoulder, fitted over her full breasts and flowing from under them to just above her knees. The dress was covered in rhinestones that circled the waist of the dress and followed the shoulder strap. She had matching black shoes on and was clutching a small bag. She had done her hair and make up similar to how they’d been for their wedding and overall he just thought she looked stu
nning.

“You look beautiful baby. God I love you, I love you so much sweetheart.” He trailed a finger down her cheek before dropping a gentle kiss on her parted lips, being careful with her so he wouldn’t mess up her ma
ke up.

She smiled at his words, her eyes alight with her love for him. “I love you too Eric, more than I think you even realise. How did I ever survive so long without
you?”

He returned her smile, the love he felt for her evident in his eyes. “You’re never going to have to live another day without me in your life baby. Like it or not, you’re stuck wit
h me.”

She grinned at him. “I think I can live with that.” Her eyes moved over him. “You’re looking very sexy there Mr Rothman. Are we ready t
o go?”

He nodded and took her hand as they headed out together to wait for the elevator that would take them downstairs to where the limo was waiting for
them.

As Eric had told Natasha, the restaurant was right near the water, with views of the harbour. The windows were floor to ceiling so the views of the city of Sydney were uninterrupted and he smiled at Natasha’s gasp when they were seated at a table right near the w
indow.

She reluctantly turned away from the views to study the menu. “You’ve eaten here before obviously?” She
asked.

“A few times baby. If you want, I can order for you. I think you’ll like the food even though it’s not all sea
food.”

When the waiter arrived to take their orders, Eric ordered a scotch on the rocks for himself and Natasha chose orange juice. He selected rock oysters for their entrée, steamed pink snapper and slow cooked quail for their main. “How about we share the main meals baby so you can sample both?” He suggested and she a
greed.

While they waited for their entrée to arrive Eric filled Natasha in on what had been going on with work since she no longer worked for him. When their drinks arrived he toasted them, their marriage and their babies and he told her again how much he loved her. He took her hand in his and didn’t release his hold on her until their entrée ar
rived.

The oysters were served with chorizo, tomato and crispy potatoes and were delicious. Obviously Natasha thought so too as she subjected him to her usual style of eating with a lot of moaning and ecstatic looks on her
face.

When she finally looked up at him he gave her a look of amusement. “I love to watch you eat baby. You do it like the food is the best thing you’ve ever had. It’s like the food is bringing you to orgasm and it makes me hard every time watching
you.”

He watched colour flood her cheeks at his words. “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it’s really hot to w
atch.”

Once they finished their entrée and waited on the mains to arrive, they got talking about their wedding day again, laughing over some things that had happened. He laughed again over Natasha saying she had needed to pee while her and her Mother were being driven around in the Rolls Royce but overall they thought their day had gone well and everyone had seemed to enjoy thems
elves.

Eric was still chuckling quietly as they shared the highlights and funny things that happened on their wedding day when his eyes landed on a woman heading in their direction from the back of the restaurant. He felt his heart rate pick up and his stomach tightened when he realised who it was. Fuck but he didn’t need this shit now. Of all places to run into that bitch, it had to be
here.

As he watched her drawing nearer his worst fears were confirmed, it was Vivian. “Fuck! Dammit, I don’t need this shit now.” He spat out an
grily.

Natasha looked at him in surprise at his sudden outburst. “What’s wrong Eric?” She asked but she must have noticed his eyes were staring at something beyond her and she started to turn her head to see what he was looki
ng at.

“Hopefully she won’t see us.” He dropped his head although his eyes were still on the cap of perfectly groomed blonde hair. He saw her eyes settle on them, surprise in the cold blue depths before a smile lit up her face or as much as it could on Vivian when she was like the ice queen anyway. “Fuck it, she’s seen us. I’m sorry baby.” He got out before his ex stopped at their
table.

“Eric darling.” That voice he’d hoped to never hear again immediately grated on his nerves like fingernails down a chalkboard. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Natasha tense up and his heart sank that his ex was going to spoil their evenin
g now.

When he reluctantly looked up at her, Vivian was smiling at him and there was a predatory gleam in her eyes that made him feel sick. She bent down to kiss him, obviously intending to kiss him on the lips but he turned his head so she only got his cheek in
stead.

She wasn’t deterred by his less than enthusiastic response to her presence though. “Darling, fancy meeting you here. I’ve missed you Eric. You should have given me a call. We could have hooked up.” She ran her blood red painted fingernails through his hair and he almost couldn’t contain his shudder of revulsion at her touch. How the hell had he ever been involved with this woman? She hadn’t even been that fucking good in bed as sex was too messy for her. She hated anything that left her less than her usually perfectly groomed
self.