Intimate Secrets: 10 (Touched By You) (7 page)

“I’m going to show you how much I like your dress,” he said, his voice sounding deep. He saw the submissive look in her eyes, relishing the lack of resistance, but it was doubtful he would have stopped anyway.

Tanner fingered the thin gold chain around Natalie’s neck. “Take the dress off,” he commanded.

Turning away from him, Natalie lowered the thin straps of the bright red dress. Tanner unzipped the back, noting again how tightly the dress hugged her body. Still facing away, Natalie lowered the dress.

As he looked at the gentle sweep of her back, and curve of her hip, Tanner’s arousal blossomed. Even her spine was sexy, and he leaned over and ran his tongue along it. Holding her hips, he stared at her bare ass. The red thong she wore covered nothing; it was just a tiny string settled in the crack of her ass.

She was intentionally trying to drive him insane; he was sure of it. Tanner kicked off his shoes and watched her let the red dress slip to the floor. He peeled off his socks, feeling the cold wood floor on his feet.

“Step out of it,” he said. “And turn around.”

Natalie turned to face him. Her eyes glistened with desire and Tanner felt his cock lurch. Quickly undoing his trousers, he slipped them off, standing before her in tight silk briefs. He knew she wanted to squeeze the bulge, and he witnessed her eyes lock on to the sight of him.

Firmly, he said, “Take off your bra.”

Tanner watched her undo the red satin garment, tossing it aside. Released from the constraint, her pert breasts bounced seductively.
Jesus
.

“Go over to the bed,” he barked, the urge to take her pressing him forward.

Natalie walked to the bed in the corner of the room, and Tanner took his time watching her tight ass as she walked in the high heels. He would have her. He would have his fill tonight.

The bed was covered with a beige satin sheet, fitting tightly to the mattress. The headboard was an intricate grid, padded and covered with soft fabric. It had been designed to Tanner’s specifications.

Tanner stepped behind and wrapped his arms around Natalie’s waist, resting his hands against her belly. He kissed her ear and tugged on the lobe. She smelled delicious, the faint scent of citrus shampoo mixing with a floral perfume, but the aroma of feminine arousal pervaded all else.

He kissed her shoulder and across her back. The taste of her skin was an aphrodisiac, more powerful than any other. Raking his tongue down her arm, he heard her whine softly. Tanner turned her around and kissed her lips, gently once, then violently. He kissed her hard and Natalie kissed back just as hard.

Pulling away, Tanner walked to a nearby cabinet, leaving her standing in her eloquent heels. He took what he came for and went back to the bed.

“Get up on the bed. Sit against the headboard.”

Natalie looked at what he had in his hands, but said nothing. She got onto the bed with her back against the cushioned headboard. Before proceeding, Tanner took a moment to enjoy the sight of her, naked except for the thin gold chain around her neck and the black heels.

Her pussy was waxed for him, her breasts soft and lush. He leaned across to kiss the creamy mounds, planting hot kisses across her skin. Natalie squirmed, offering him her nipples. Not in a mood to resist, Tanner bit and sucked them until her nipples were little pebbles.

Moving back, he stroked her jaw. “I’m going to take you,” he said bluntly.

In his hand was a leather belt that he wrapped around Natalie’s waist. It had snaps to close it, and on the front was a silver ring. Taking the two straps he held, Tanner hooked them to the loop on the front of the belt. Taking the end of one, he secured it to the right side of the headboard. The other strap he secured to the left side of the headboard.

Stepping back, he examined his handiwork. Natalie was held against the bed by the belt and strap setup. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Natalie spread her thighs apart, exposing her wet slit. Looking at her, tied to the headboard with the belt around her waist, did something to Tanner. Something he wanted and something he needed.

“Put your hands on your pussy,” he said, looking into her brown eyes, her skin stained pink with excitement. The leather heels she still wore turned him on.

“Bend your knees up, and hold yourself open for me.”

Natalie used her fingers to spread her outer lips and Tanner drank in the sight of her sweet pussy. She looked so vulnerable, so submissive. Removing his briefs, he rolled his palm over his tight balls and fisted the base of his erection.

Natalie was riveted to his motions, following his hand as it stroked up his cock. Tanner spread his pre-cum over the head and let his hand slid back down to the base. He positioned his body between her legs and angled his cock so the tip touched her tender opening.

Tanner groaned and heard Natalie gasp. “I’m going to take you.”

Natalie panted softly, her lips parted.

“Secured to the bed, you won’t be able to move. It will be more intense for you.”

Natalie said nothing.

Tanner looked into her eyes while dipping the thick knob of his cock into her. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders.

As he pressed deeper, Natalie’s pussy felt like a soft, hot glove over his shaft. She was dripping wet, and he stretched her easily. Without stopping, Tanner filled her, letting his cock slide all the way in. Her quiet whimper was satisfying.

Gripping the top of the headboard on either side of Natalie’s head for support, Tanner held still. The gentle squeeze of her around his swollen cock was almost too much.

Tanner sat between Natalie’s legs with his knees bent, his feet next to her hips. Using the leverage of the headboard, he rocked back and forth, stroking her. The position made the angle shallow, and the tip of his cock was stimulated with each stroke.

She was so hot and tight. With her belted securely, legs spread wide, she was an enticement Tanner could not resist. Rocking his hips, he fucked with the vision of the red dress flashing in his mind.

Natalie panted faster, and her skin glistened with moisture. Moaning, Tanner stroked intensely, feeling her wrapped tightly over him. With each motion, she stretched around his cock, and the need to take her grew.

Now fucking hard, Tanner watched her face. Her eyes were soft, lids partly closed. Natalie panted and whimpered, unable to move in such a way as so mitigate the strength of the pleasure. Aware of the torment, Tanner moved faster, watching her lovely breasts bounce with the effort.

Natalie screeched and her muscles stiffened. The heavy pulse around his cock told Tanner the orgasm was going to be hard. His cock was swollen, balls aching. When her strong muscles convulsed around him, there was no possibility of stopping. Tanner’s yells matched Natalie’s as he exploded with her sweet pussy tightening around him like a fist.

When Tanner stopped rocking, energy drained, he unhooked the straps from the belt. Then he pulled on the belt to open the snaps and tossed it to the floor. Sitting with his bent legs around Natalie, he put his palms on her back, holding tight. At last Tanner said in a whisper, “That dress is dangerous.”

Natalie wanted Tanner to take her; she wanted everything he did to her. And more. The red dress had unleashed his desire, and hers. Leaning against him, Natalie didn’t feel bad; she felt only good. Glad she didn’t react, a thought came to mind nevertheless.

If she gave in, really let Tanner take her like she wanted, would she lose herself? Was that what worried her? The truth was that she needed his dominance, and wanted to submit. Yet, when it went too far, it scared her.

There was a fear that if she fully gave into him, Natalie would lose herself. Unsure if that could really happen, it was still a thorn in her side. She hadn’t been able to voice the concern to Tanner. In fact, only now was it taking a form that she could describe.

There was no doubt in her mind that she trusted Tanner. But he was so strong, in body, mind, and desire. Would she be swamped by it if she let go of the last reservation? Was submitting, really submitting, the way to pleasure, or the path to weakness?

Not understanding her own feelings, Natalie pushed them aside. Unable to work them out, or even talk about them yet, she focused on the immense pleasure she felt that moment. Kissing Tanner’s shoulder, she whispered, “I’m glad you liked the dress.”

Tanner turned her chin up to look in her eyes. “I love you,” he said, “so much.”

And Natalie’s eyes filled with tears. She was sure they were tears of joy, yet she felt a mixture of happiness, trepidation, and worry. “I love you, Tanner. I’ll always love you.” And she knew that was true.

*****

Over the next few days, Natalie was disturbed, but tried to hide it from Tanner. She didn’t want to think about what she really wanted, or the deep need, so hard to admit to. Night after night, she continued to talk in her sleep but could never remember it. Prodding Tanner to tell her what she said got nowhere. He shrugged it off, claiming he couldn’t understand the words clearly. Natalie wasn’t sure she believed him.

Rubbing her temples, she squinted at the screen of her computer, as if it would suddenly make sense. Natalie had access to all the accounts but Tanner knew she never took much of an interest. It would be easy to hide something from her. He could hide it in plain sight.

Yet when a sizeable sum—a
very
sizeable sum—disappeared into an account that was out of reach, it was cause to take notice. Natalie decided to call her banker. He was pleasant and professional, as always. However, he refused to give her more details about the account in question.

Whether he didn’t know Tanner’s intent or just wouldn’t say, Natalie wasn’t sure. Feeling more unsettled about the circumstances, she texted Cheryl and was relieved when she got the answer she hoped for. Her friend was back in New York with
Dani, and he was tied up with business for the afternoon, so she’d be delighted to meet for coffee.

Cheryl had always been her confidante. She trusted her and valued her judgment. Before going to Tanner, it would be wise to get Cheryl’s opinion. Maybe Natalie was jumping to conclusions. Her friend would probably be appalled at what she was thinking.

The coffee shop was large, allowing for conversations without everyone in the place overhearing. Spotting Cheryl in the far corner, Natalie waved.

“I got you a cappuccino,” Cheryl said. “I figured that was safe. It’s all you ever order.”

“I’d like to have a flat white,” Natalie said, “but I can’t find anyone to make them properly in New York.”

“Yes, the trip to Barossa. That will spoil you. Well, you’ll have to suffer with this drink, I guess.”

Natalie slid into the chair opposite Cheryl and they caught up on everything that had happened since they’d last seen each other. The news about Cheryl’s recent visit to Russia was good. She highlighted the latest fashions of the Russian women, as well as raving about some new restaurants Natalie must try when next in Moscow.

Telling Cheryl all about Barossa made Natalie relive the experience, including the issue
still nagging at her. But her sex life was not what she came to talk with Cheryl about. There was something more pressing.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Cheryl said, “always.” She sipped her steaming Americano and took a bite of her biscotti. “What’s up?”

“Well, I need your opinion. I know I tend to be emotional, and I need a more rational view.”

Cheryl opened her palm and wiggled her fingers back and forth in a motion signifying Natalie should tell her what was on her mind.

“Tanner has moved a sizable amount of money out of the country. I mean, we have a lot of money, so it’s not that. It isn’t
that
much. But it’s significant.”

“And?”

“And he never told me. I happened to discover it by accident. I shouldn’t be worried, but our banker isn’t forthcoming with details either. It feels like a secret.”

“What could it be? I know you well, and I can tell you are thinking something.”

“Well, I’ll sound neurotic, I’m sure. And maybe I am. But when we got married, Tanner had a very limited prenup drafted. As you know, what was his became mine. He shared it all.”

“He loves you.”

“Yes, well, I wonder if he did that because he thought if he didn’t, I’d be upset. Okay, imagine you ask a woman to marry you—well, not you. But say you are Tanner. And then you tell her, ‘But I don’t really trust you, actually. And if we get divorced I want to make sure you don’t take my money with you. Isn’t that what a prenuptial agreement says?’”

“Not quite that bluntly. But I get what you’re saying.”

“So, consider this. Tanner is generous before the marriage. But…”

Cheryl finished her sentence. “After the wedding, he connives a way to hide his wealth, little by little, so the new bride doesn’t notice.
Protecting his money after all.”

“Am I crazy?” Natalie ran her hand through her hair and sighed.

“Hmm, no, I don’t think you’re crazy. Wealthy men can be a challenge. I’m sure you aren’t the first one to think of that tactic, or the first bride to think she’s experienced it.”