The Heart's Domination (Touched By You 3) (4 page)

Natalie felt hot. Her clit tightened
. She should be embarrassed, insulted. But no, she couldn’t react in any normal way. This had to turn her on.

Tanner reached over and began to massage her breasts, still firmly cupped under the
gold bandage. He leaned in, kissed her neck and bit it lightly. “Go ahead,” he whispered.

Natalie
touched her sex. She was so wet. Pleasuring herself in a public place was, in her mind, taboo – yet, she didn’t stop. Using her fingers, she opened her labia and tapped at her clit with her middle finger of her other hand. She began to pant.

She’d never openly masturbated for Tanner, not even in private. She should
n’t be doing this. Yet, she was and it felt good.

“That’s right, baby,” he purred, softer now. “Make yourself come for me.”

Natalie placed her palm over her sex and rubbed back and forth, feeling the pressure deep inside her. The motion caused her whole vagina to clench and the muscles in her thighs tightened. She leaned back a little against the cushion behind her and spread her thighs more. Knowing Tanner was watching her elevated her excitement.

Tanner
looked at her beautiful face as she caressed herself. His cock, already swollen and needy, pressed insistently against his pants. He rubbed his hardness through the soft fabric. Natalie’s eyes were only half open, her pale skin was flushed. He continued to watch the erotic display unfolding before his eyes.

Natalie panted a little louder and rubbed her cunt faster. She pressed her
high heels into the floor and arched her back slightly. Touching herself felt good and she didn’t have to stop. Tanner wasn’t in control to tease or torture her. He’d told her to come. And she would.

With one hand, she held her labia open, feeling the ambient air caress her sen
sitive tissue. With her other hand, she used her index finger to rub the head of her clit, faster and faster.

She
arched her back more and the muscles of her body clenched. Instantly, orgasm swept through her and she convulsed with pleasure. On and on, the erotic convulsions gripped her. She sighed in a low feminine voice, panting, panting through her orgasm, and then relaxing.

Natalie
looked over at Tanner, her eyes glazed over. He reached out to push back a stray tendril of her hair. The glassy look in his eyes told her that he’d enjoyed watching her – more than a little bit. He leaned over and pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. She kissed him back, sweetly, no longer embarrassed.

Her willingness to do anythi
ng she thought would please him was satisfying. Her growing desire and lack of inhibition inflamed his urge to possess her - and do so many things with her. And, it seemed to be a night for public display. There was no way Tanner could make it back to the penthouse after watching Natalie in such an intimate moment.

The limo door shut
and, behind the privacy glass, Tanner unzipped the back of Natalie’s golden temptation and watched it fall off, leaving her naked in the back seat. He pressed the intercom to tell the driver to keep driving, until he told him otherwise.

Usually, Tanner watched Natalie sleep. He was never one to sleep more than a few hours a night, and he enjoyed seeing her in such a peaceful state. She talked in her sleep, some of it making no sense, but some of it touching his heart. Tonight, that was not to be.

A lot had happened recently. Natalie stared up at the ceiling. She should have been tired but she was wide awake. Tanner’s recent behavior had endeared him to her, more than ever. Still he tried to appear so untouchable, always in control. Was he still trying to scare her away, after all this time?

“You are kind and gentle. Maybe not in bed, but in life,” Natalie mused.

“You think too much of me,” he countered. “I do what’s required. It’s my place to care for you and protect you. I have my reasons.”

Natalie turned her head to get a better look at him. His blue eyes were like steel, strong and unbending. “You say that, but not everyone would do the things you do. Your support of the orphans is notable. You do much more than necessary, strictly speaking. And you do care for me, in so many ways.

Yet, I’m not convinced that what you did to help my mother was self-centered on your part, just to keep me happy and in your bed. You underestimate yourself. I’m not sure how you got such a low opinion of your character, but your behavior would say otherwise.”

Tanner gave her a small smile that didn’t extend to his eyes. In a serious tone, he told her, “You are naïve but I like you that way. I have since the beginning. You see more value in my actions than is there. Charity is good for the image. A high profile businessman, such as I am, must be seen as giving and not just taking. The image of the greedy businessman is counter-productive. More support is gained if one is seen as generous.

I do want to protect you, from life’s harshness.
As a young boy, I knew poverty. It’s not something I ever want to revisit.

Getting proper care for your mother and bringing her closer to you is the best thing. I won’t have you
hurting inside over someone so close to you. And that’s what my money is for, after all. What’s the point of controlling a fortune if it’s not used? I allocate as I see fit. At the moment, it gives me pleasure to give you things, to care for you and to see you safe. That’s all there is to it.”

Natalie watched him intently. When he spoke about protecting her, his eyes had softened. Those baby blue eyes were those of a loving man,
her man, and he was good to her. His use of his personal wealth, to protect her, was his expression of love. There was no doubt in her mind that it was love, no matter what he would argue. A thought struck her and she blurted it out, before stopping to consider if the timing was right.

“What happened to your mother wasn’t your fault, you know.
I know you tried to protect her but you were only a child.”Tanner turned away, but did not reply. Natalie knew better than to press. He wasn’t ready to talk about it. It would take time.

No sooner had her
mother gotten settled in her new place than Tanner swept Natalie off to Paris. Some business matters had come up. The champagne division needed some personal attention. They’d make it a romantic get-a-way and a business trip in one.

Jazzy was caring for her mother with Ellis so close by, willing to help as much as he could. That was the only reason Natalie didn’t feel utterly guilty flying off to Europe with her mother starting the new treatments so soon.

Tanner’s villa in Paris had 6 bedrooms, huge by any standards, and even more so for Paris. It was decorated in rich, red colors contrasted with white walls and wood accents. There was a roof patio with a glass floor. The main room had a wood parquet floor and wall-to-wall windows. The kitchen was large with pots and pans hanging on the wall in a classic style.

The atmosphere was French, everything smaller and more traditional. Staff seemed to materialize from nowhere. There was a cook
ready with drinks when they arrived, a butler to see to their every need and a driver to take them anywhere in the city.

Natalie wasn’t sure where the security staff stayed or how they maintained the schedule they did, but wherever they went, the security car was not far behind. And a short, stocky
, menacing guard kept an eye on the premises.

“What do you think?” Tanner beamed.

Natalie smiled back. “I don’t know what to say. This is Paris. It’s unbelievable. And to stay here in your villa is the height of luxury.”

“Oh, you don’t know luxury yet
but you will,” he replied. “Tonight we will have a late dinner at Le Grand Vefour, the oldest and most elegant restaurant in Paris.” He opened his arms and she fell into them. He swung her around with an uncharacteristic, carefree enthusiasm.

Being in Paris inspired Natalie to wear her fuch
sia, wool dress designed by Dior. The strapless dress flowed to the floor, open in front. Under the dress were tight, black wool pants that clung to her slender legs. Late November in Paris was cold, and the outfit was not only cutting-edge fashionable, but warm.

She added the
diamond and onyx, butterfly necklace Tanner had recently given to her. She felt the joy it was intended to signify, every time she put it on.

Tanner looked devastatingly
handsome in his dark suit and white shirt. The dark color contrasted with his pale blue eyes, accentuating them even more. His fitness was apparent in the well-fitted suit. Natalie was not surprised that, not only the waitress at the restaurant, but female customers as well, stole discreet glances at him. He was a sight to behold. She couldn’t begrudge them a breathtaking glimpse of her man.

“It’s beautiful in here,” Natalie said, looking around at the classic décor. They sat in plush velvet chairs. Ornate carpet was underfoot throughout the restaurant.

“Yes, those are 19
th
century paintings of goddesses and muses,” Tanner told her.

“Well, they are quite seductive, as are the endless mirrors on the walls and the mirrored ceiling. This is quite an experience,” Natalie marveled.

Tanner was well-known by the staff. Clearly, he was a regular and he spoke to them in French. Natalie had learned that Tanner spoke French, at least on a conversational level. His father had taught him on their many trips to Paris.

The cuisine was modern French, which Natalie knew something about from Ellis. But the quality of the food was beyond description. Frogs’ legs with sorrel sauce was a dish the restaurant
did exceptionally well, and Tanner ordered it for them, knowing how good it would be. Natalie admired the exquisite presentation and delicate flavors.

“
French wine is best with food,” Tanner informed her. The 2006 Chateau Petrus Pomerol certainly enhanced the flavors in the elegant meal. “It’s virtually 100% Merlot,” Tanner explained. “I’m pleased we can share this tonight. It’s a special occasion, our first dinner in Paris together.”

Natalie swirled the inky liquid, causing an aroma of raspberry to waft up
. She took another sip of the silky wine. “It’s delicious,” she purred. “You know so much about wine. I’m quite enjoying the experience.”

Dinner was long and relaxed. She felt as though she was a guest in the ho
me of the upper crust of France; it was that intimate. The food was art and the pleasure of the tastes and aromas was no less than sensual.

Tanner insisted on dessert and Natalie was glad she agreed.
He ordered the house specialty, Palet Auz Noisettes. When the waiter served the lovely treat, he told Natalie that the dish was meringue cake with chocolate mousse, hazelnuts, and salted caramel ice cream.

The travel and change in time zone, combined with the excitement of Paris had exhausted Natalie. Tanner admired her stunning beauty as she slept against his shoulder on the way back to the villa. Her thick, luxurious hair hung seductively past her shoulders. Her pale skin begged tou
ching. Tanner’s lust was strong, but it would have to wait. Natalie needed rest for what he had in mind. Tonight wasn’t the night.

N
atalie woke up the next morning under the warmth of the duvet. Not surprisingly, Tanner was already up. He never seemed to have jet lag and she was getting used to the early hours he worked. In that way, he handled his heavy work load, and on trips like this, still carved out time to be with her.

She looked around at the deep red colors of the room décor. She’d been too jet-lagged on arrival to take in the beauty. The room was sensual and classically designed. One had no doubt this was France.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Tanner said, peaking in the door. He stepped inside, already fully dressed in his cranberry-colored polo shirt and slacks. He came over to the bed and sat down. He reached out to touch her cheek and stroke down her neck.

Natalie was instantly aroused and
recalled that the night before, they’d just slept. That was different, but she wanted him now, all the more. And from the look in his eye, he felt the same.

Tanner leaned down and kissed her warm lips. He ached for her.
He reached under the covers and ran his hand over her warm body. She’d slept naked and the feel of her soft skin made his body tingle with desire.

With Natalie watching, Tanner undressed, not the least bit shy. She admired his chiseled body, his pale skin against his dark hair, and her lower body tightened in anticipa
tion. He slid into bed with her and kissed her passionately, his need clear. His hard cock pressed hot against her thigh.

She was wet and ready for him. Making love i
n the morning could be so sweet and this was no exception. Tanner was tender and loving. For once, he was undemanding and sex was slow and satisfying.

He barely held off until she was fully aroused and had come with a strong release, screaming, panting and clawing at his tight skin, stretched taught over his muscled form. Only then, did he let go, his cock swelling inside her and filling her full. He moaned loudly and Natalie felt warm inside, having him so close and intimate with her
, holding nothing back.