The Heart's Domination (Touched By You 3) (6 page)

Tanner led her by the hand to a full length three-way mirror in the corner of the room. He turned her
, so her backside was visible to her. Her firm buttocks were pink, evidence of her punishment. She felt a heat of excitement flood her lower body at the sight.

She looked into Tanner’s eyes
and felt his hard, hot cock pressed against her. He leaned down and kissed her sensually, rubbing her tongue with his. Suddenly, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to a satin covered bed. He sat, holding her on his lap. He leaned back, his head on the bed with his feet still on the floor.

Natalie straddled him. She grabbed his swollen cock and squeezed at the base, like she’d
seen him do. He moaned.

Pr
e-cum seeped from his hard knob and Natalie dabbed her finger in it to spread it around the head. Tanner’s eyes went glassy. Encouraged by his response, she wrapped her palm around the top of his bulging penis and squeezed it there. Tanner rolled his head to the side. His body tensed.

He lifted Natalie up and brought her up higher on his body, so her sweet pussy was right over his mouth. He licked her fragrant cream and poked his tongue inside her. She whimpered.

Tanner expertly swirled his tongue around her clit and Natalie threw her head back in pleasure. She wanted more. Her body was desperate for release.

Tanner blew
lightly on her sensitive tissue and she tensed in preparation for the orgasm she desperately needed. Just before the first wave started, he pulled back. He looked at the beauty in his arms. She was so wet and so ready and so lovely in her erotic haze.

He pulled her down to the bed, onto her back and bent her knees. He placed her legs over his shoulders. He leaned in and Natalie saw the bulging veins of his aching cock. The
bulbous tip touched her labia and she moaned. “Yes.”

Tanner slid his huge cock deeper into her. Her legs folded back, so her knees were closer to her chest. His cock filled her. He fucked her with abandon, her thighs spread
, with the new position creating intense sensation in her vagina.

Natalie couldn’t hang on. She panted loudly and
moisture beaded on her brow. “Please.”

Tanner fucked and a sweet orgasm rolled through her body, giving final release to the unbearable sexual tension. Natalie was held down by Tanner’s body against hers. Her intense orgasm could not be mitigated. She submitted
to it, screaming at her peak.

Tanner came, fucking harder and harder, expelling all his come into her. His strong muscles tensed
, so taught as if to break, and gradually relaxed. He drifted down from the height of pleasure.

Tanner rolled beside Natalie
, still breathing hard. She lowered her legs and he wrapped her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. She wasn’t sure she could move.

Natalie knew she’d pleased Tanner. He was in his element, her
e in this playroom. She’d pleased herself, as well. And that surprised her most. The more Tanner pushed her, the more her desire burned for him.

She was glad he was letting go with her.
Glad she could be what he needed. She could tell that he’d relaxed, and stopped holding back as much. That was the only way he’d be able to accept intimacy, and that’s what she wanted.

Tanner carried Natalie to their bedroom. He ran a warm bath and babied her, which he loved to do. After drying her gently, he rubbed a soothing balm into the tortured skin of
her bare bottom. It didn’t sting anymore. If anything, it felt tingly and good. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms, calm and satisfied.

The next morning, Tanner was still in bed next to her. For once, he wasn’t already up and working. The warmth of his embrace made her feel loved and secure. The intimate nature of their relationship was special to her. She didn’t think she could do the things she did with Tanner, with any other man. With him, it was an expression of love.

Tanner kissed the top of her head.
“It’s a pleasure snuggling up with you. You haven’t been talking in your sleep lately. Paris must be good for you.”

“Oh, you’re awake,” she said and snuggled back against him.
She’d slept so well.

“It’s Sunday, baby,” he replied. “I don’t have to be anywhere. I’m spending the whole day with you.”

Natalie wanted reassurance. Sex with Tanner had progressed to a new level, just as he’d said it would. She felt desired, yet uncertain, all at the same time. “I trust you, Tanner,” she said, changing the topic of discussion. “I couldn’t do what we do, if I didn’t.”

“You sound serious,” he said, noting her tone.

“Yes, I guess I am. You mean a lot to me. I can’t imagine life without you. In truth, I wouldn’t want life without you. But…I guess I’m not sure how you feel. Oh, I know you want me. I guess I just….want more.”

Natalie turned over to get a better look at Tanner. She needed to talk this out.
He looked back at her, betraying no emotion.

“What are you asking?” He questioned. “You seem to get pleasure with me. In fact, you
r desire excites me. The challenge of satisfying you, seeing how far I can push your limit of pain and find pleasure, ignites my own passion.

But I’m not sure what more you want. I’m not
the right man for you, in many ways. I’ve been honest about that, from the start. If romance is what you want, I fall short.”

Natalie jumped in, “You are the most romantic man I can imagine. You fly me to Milan and Paris, always taking me to beautiful restaurants, buying me presents. And sex with y
ou is special…very special.

You told me in the be
ginning to trust you, that you wouldn’t hurt me. And you haven’t. You’ve given me pleasure beyond anything I could imagine. It thrills me to think of what’s next.

But, to me,
sex is a way to achieve intimacy. I feel closer to you during sex than any other time. To trust you that much, give myself to you that completely, there’s nothing better. Yet, you’ve been with many women. I don’t have the experience you do. I admit I’m a bit starry-eyed here. But, what do you feel for me Tanner? Anything?”

Tanner was on the spot. She looked at him with her honest, dark brown eyes
, and waited. He sighed. “I’m obsessed with you. That must be obvious.

You do something to me that no other woman ever has. So, don’t compare yourself to anyone else. You are the most seductive, beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, much less been with
sexually. You have power over me that you’re not even aware of.

But if you’re pressing me to a commitment of love…I just…I don’t know how to do that.
I’m not that kind of man. I like sex and I like it a certain way. But you’ve ruined me because now I only want it with you. I can’t believe I’m even saying that, but it’s true.

So, the best I can offer you is…I’ll try. I’m a little lost in the intimacy department. I’ve taken great effort to avoid intimacy in the past. I’m not a man you want to be intimate with. Take my word for it.

It’s hard for me…what you’re asking. But, I can’t lose you. Be patient with me.” He hoped he was being honest.
Could he bend enough to make her happy?
He wasn’t sure.

Natalie loo
ked at his perfect face and his clear blue eyes, so sincere, so truthful. “You are what I want,” she said and kissed him lightly.

“You just don’t know yourself, everything you have to give. I can see it. I
do
see it. Only, you don’t. I want to be with you, Tanner. I’m not going anywhere. I couldn’t dream of it. You’re the only man for me.”

She knew that he’d opened up to her more than he was comfortable with. She knew he loved her. Sex was his way of communicating his true feelings
, and how he felt about her could not be denied. It would just take time for him to realize the depth of what they had together. Natalie would be patient. She would wait – for as long as it took.

They spent a memorable day together. Tanner drove his
platinum Porsche. It was his Panamera GTS, a four-door sports car. He raced over the countryside of France, enjoying the speed. And just like in Milan, it was the only time they were alone, without the ever-vigilant bodyguards.

The day trip included stopping at Monet’s Garden at
Giverny. It was a quaint home painted bright green and covered with ivy. The water lily gardens were the stuff of Monet paintings. Seeing them was memorable.

Natalie got several
lingering looks from Parisians, noticing her casual designer-wear, she was sure. Tanner still didn’t appreciate other men looking at her with admiring stares. He glared back and they looked away quickly. Natalie didn’t say anything. She was getting used to Tanner possessiveness.

They ate at a little garden restaurant that served French cu
isine. For once, no one knew Tanner and no one cared. It was inexpensive, but delicious. Natalie felt close to the French, sitting there with Tanner sharing an unpretentious meal.

It was like playing hooky from his wealthy, opulent
life and Tanner was relaxed, just a handsome young man on a romantic date. The businessman in him, and the pressures of his life, took a bad seat. Natalie was glad to see him have a good time.

They had salads
niçoise and shared a bottle of wine, caring only that it was red and not that it was an unremarkable label. There was no hurry so they sat and talked for over an hour, until the last drop of wine was gone.

Tanner started back mid-afternoon, wanting to get
home before it got too cold. It had been a sunny, unseasonably warm day in the countryside. In a way, Natalie didn’t want to go back at all. She felt an urge to run away with Tanner, just to be with him, to enjoy him. That’s all she wanted. She could leave behind his wealth and responsibilities. But, she knew she was only dreaming.

On the way back, they laughed and kissed, just had fun. Tanner
, briefly free of life’s pressures, looked his age. His stern countenance had turned into a youthful serenity. He was positively gorgeous. His skin, so smooth and pale, seemed to glow in the fading afternoon sun.

His hair was tousled from the wind and his baby blue eyes gleamed.
With love?
Natalie couldn’t be sure. But it was a special day, alone with him, that she’d remember forever. Seeing his joy made her happy.

The only downside of being in Paris for Tanner was that Gabriella Clarke, his treacherous
stepmother, resided there. He never felt entirely safe with her that close, and for good reason.

Tanner looked at the
proposed newspaper headline and shook his head. It was a draft of an article for the parisvoice, the newspaper for English-speaking Parisians. The bold headlines read -
Clarke Luxury Brands Scandalized.

He scanned the text in disbelief. It amazed him that such old news would interest the media now. Then, he saw the photo of Natalie with him, exiting
Le Grand Vefour. The story went on about Tanner’s violent tendencies, and referenced the earlier incident, from so many years ago.

He looked up at his press agent
, who sat calmly across the desk. Tanner said, “I guess any story about a young billionaire is newsworthy, especially if it involves scandal, even if it is from the distant past.”

“Yes,”
Anatoli agreed. He looked impeccable in his dark suit. His slender build and perfectly groomed hair gave him a classy look. But, he was all business.

“No paper in Paris would print such a story without verifying it. When they brought it to me asking for your comment, I immediately told them that their reputation would be at risk to print such lies. The story has been withdrawn
before going to press.”

Tanner looked across at him, relieved to hear the rumor had been squashed. He could deal with such gossip, but it wasted time. The inefficiency grated on him. He hired competent s
taff, and his press agent was no exception, handling the issue without needing instruction.

“Whatever truth there may be in the
article, the bulk of it is false. The intent is clearly to cause trouble for me, but it’s such a fruitless tactic. This article would cause a tiny flurry, but would have no lasting effect. I suspect I know who instigated this,” he said with disgust.

“Gabriella?”
Anatoli asked. He’d been with Tanner a long time and his father, William, before that. He knew the family and Gabriella’s vendetta was made clear long ago.

Tanner nodded. She’s even hired an attorney in New York. I’m not sure what her angle is but she won’t be happy until I’m relieved of my fortune. She has no legal grounds to dispute it. So, these petty tactics are what she resorts to.”

“Yes, it makes sense,” his press agent agreed. “She should know that any story would have to be verified before going to print. She must know someone at the paper and hoped to get special treatment. The fact is you have a lot of friends Tanner, as did your father. You have nothing to fear from her.”

“Very true, but she should fear me. I won’t put up with this behavior. After her trip to New York recently, I asked my investigation team to check up on her. I don’t like being blindsided
, and demanded to know what she was planning.