The Heart's Domination (Touched By You 3) (9 page)

Suzanne asked Natalie to meet with her again over lunch to discuss the finer details of the arrangement. They chatted a while longer about Paris
, and fashion in general, before Natalie literally floated out of her office and into the Mercedes limo that waited for her.

Natalie wasn’t sure what to expect. The night before she’d discovered sexual power she hadn’t know
n she had. She loved Tanner, and sex was a natural expression of love. She suspected Tanner preferred to dominate and she enjoyed his strength. He’d never disappointed her.

But what greeted her that evening wasn’t anything she could have predicted. Tanner had said he wanted to do more, to go further. Natalie had forgotten about that. Her memory was quickly restored when Tanner took her to the playroom that night.

When she entered, Tanner was wearing casual pants that hung low on his hips. She knew without asking that he wore nothing under them. His bare chest and bare feet were so sexy. She stood there, drinking in the sight of him.

The lights were low and the room seductively warm. Natalie shut the door and stepped forward. She’d worn a light, silk robe.

Tanner walked over to her and caressed her cheek. His domineering look was back, even more intently, and she wondered if last night had been only a dream. He touched her, gently, but his eyes were hard.

“Tonight, I’m in charge,” he declared. “Agreed?”

Natalie looked into his blue eyes, now dark with sexual intent. Whatever it was he had in mind, it was something that made him hot. She wanted to try. She nodded her head once.

Tanner pulled
the belt of her robe letting it fall open. He reached inside and cupped her breasts. “Lovely,” he said in a throaty voice.

He lifted her breasts and let them fall several times, admiring the way the firm mounds bounced ever so gently. Natalie’s nipples hardened and she swallowed nervously.
What was that look in his eyes?

He pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “You’re mine,” he said in a strong, deeply masculine voice. Heat flooded Natalie’s body.
Why did she want to be his so badly?

“Pain, up to a point, is pleasure,” he told her. “I’m going to do something tonight that will take you to intense pleasure. Remember,” he said. “You are always in control.
We can stop at any time.”

“Yes,” she said softly, “t
he safeword.”

Tanner’s eyes softened just for a moment. “Look down,” he commanded. “And don’t look up until I tell you to. And don’t look at me directly unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

Natalie nodded and looked down at her bare feet. She felt desire mixed with trepidation. She kept her eyes down, not really wanting to look anyway.

She heard chains and various noises she couldn’t place.
What was he doing?

Tanner came over to her, and with his arm around her waist, walked her forward. She
could tell she was near a sort of apparatus, one she hadn’t seen before. He must have had it stored somewhere, out of sight. She stole a discreet glance, against his orders, and saw a leather harness suspended from the ceiling grid.
So, that’s what that ceiling grid is for.

Tanner strapped her into the harness. It had wide leather straps with fur inside to cushion her skin. The straps went under her arms securely. Another strap went down to her thighs, and Tanner wrapped leather cuffs around the tops of her thighs. She felt the soft fur inside them also. Under her buttocks was another wide strap that supported her like a swing.

She quickly realized that the harness held her securely so that Tanner could lift her with an elaborate pulley system. There was no stress to her wrists or joints, since her body weight was supported. But, nonetheless, she was trapped. She didn’t miss the fact that the two cuffs around her thighs would allow Tanner to spread her legs, when suspended, it would seem.

Tanner liked music in the playroom. This time he chose a rough song, with a
booming base. It seemed to set the appropriate tone for whatever sinister sex act he had in mind.

Natalie continued to look down, although she wanted so badly to look into Tanner’s
eyes to assess his mood.

He stood near to her and reach
ed out to rub her nipples. He had something on his hands. The cream he rubbed around her nipples and areola made them tingle. Her nipples grew harder instantly and stayed that way. The cream tingled and tingled mercilessly.

Tanner left and cam
e back with a different cream. She could tell by the smell. He cupped her sex to let her know where he was going to touch her. He rubbed the new cream inside her labia and over her clit. A new tingling sensation started between her legs. Her clit got hard, almost as if he were fingering it.

The tingling increased
and became a need that had to be satisfied. “
Please, please touch me, Tanner
,” she thought to herself. It would do no good to beg. That she knew.

“You can look at me now,” Tanner said calmly
. Natalie was afraid to look at him, having no idea what else he could torture her with. When she did look up, she let out a gasp.

Tanner stood before her, his cock huge and swollen.
Beneath his balls and around the base of his penis was a wide silver-colored ring. The ring glittered in the low lights of the room.

His cock was bigger than it ever had been, she was sure of it. The sight of his hard cock was always enough to take her breath away, but with the
eye-catching ring around the base, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“Breathe,” he said, and she gasped again, fighting to get air in her lungs.

Tanner stepped closer, his gorgeous, dazzling cock bouncing as he walked. Natalie felt the wetness of her pussy seep down her leg.

Tanner reached out for a pulley and he raised her harness so her feet were off the ground. She was supported by the strap under her, but felt just as vulnerable as if she were swinging by her wrists.

Tanner could move her up or down, at will. He locked down the pulley and proceeded to adjust the smaller pulleys, to her left and right, to pull her thighs further apart. She was unable to fight, moving only as Tanner willed it. Relentlessly, the tingling of her nipples and clit drove her toward a pain she couldn’t relieve.

He reached out and cupped her chin in his hand, the final act of control. “My beauty,” he said. “You are mine.
Only mine. You’ll bend to my will.”

No words came. Natalie wished for relief. The pain wasn’t like that of the whip or the crop. It was a different pain. A pain she couldn’t relieve. If only he would touch her.

Tanner smiled, knowing his conquest. Even torturing her, he was so devastatingly handsome. She licked her lips, and he smiled again.

He let go of her chin. She gazed longingly at his huge cock. So good, it would feel so good inside her.
Just fuck me
. But he didn’t.

He stood in front of her, his cock seeming to swell more, and dragged his fingers over her bare skin.
How could the touch of his fingers do this to her?

The sensation was unbearable and she whimpered. Delighted to see the pain he so willfully caused, Tanner’s eyes blazed. He stroked over her bare belly, up to her breasts and over the crests. He dragged his hot fingers down her inner thighs, and just when she was sure he’d done his worst, he dragged his fingers across the soles of her feet.

It was torture, sweet, sweet torture. If only he would put her out of her misery. Touch her clit. Lick her pussy. Or, best of all, fuck her hard for as long as she could endure.

He whispered next to her ear, “You’re going to get your wish.
When I’m ready.”

Natalie moaned, and he nipped her neck, up and down, driving her crazy.
Then he batted at her breasts and she was sure she’d lose her mind.

Was he trying to kill her?
He reached toward her pussy and she prayed he’d give her some relief. Instead, he opened her outer lips and let the cool, ambient air waft across her unprotected slit. Her clit turned to a hard pebble, needing only one more waft of air to make her come.

She no longer needed to be touched. She was going to come anyway. The pain, the torture and the pain - she had to have relief. Tanner still held her labia apart. Her cunt was level with his insanely hard cock. The ring around it glittered and dazzled. Natalie felt weak.

He tilted his hips forward and the hard, pink knob of his penis dipped into her sweet cream.

“I’m begging you, Tanner. I’m begging you,” she whimpered.

She feared he would pull back after that welcome touch. He didn’t. He thrust into her wet cunt, deep inside her. His hands grabbed the straps of her harness and he swung her away and back. The swing of her harness shoved him deep into her and then nearly out, before plunging back in.

Her muscles tightened
and she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to get some relief. But she couldn’t. The straps held them wide apart.

She heard Tanner’s loud panting. He sounded like a wild animal,
feral and aroused. Back and forth; she swung away and back. His huge cock plunged into her over and over, with no mercy, no concern for the absolute pain and absolute ecstasy caused.

She began to yell and moan. Her voice echoed around the room, drowning out the music. Tanner fucked her and fucked her
, never losing strength. His biceps flexed as he pulled the swing toward him and away, toward him and away – never stopping.

He looked into Natalie’s dark brown eyes. They were glazed over with sexual sensation. He knew t
here was no way he could hold back any longer. “Now, baby,” he said. “Come for me.”

She needed no encouragement. Already, strong convulsion
s rocked through her, head to toe. Her vagina clenched and refused to let his cock slip away. She screamed long and loud and came powerfully - such was the welcome release from the pain, the pleasure.

Tann
er moaned deeply and came inside her with her strong vagina clutching him. The swing slowed and then stopped. Her head fell against his shoulder as she drifted down the other side of her orgasm and collapsed, totally spent.

Tanner undid the
harness with three quick snaps and Natalie fell into his embrace. He carried her gently to the satin bed and stretched out with her on top of him. His hands pressed against her back, holding her to him.

What they
’d just experienced together, he wasn’t sure he knew. He’d used the suspension technique before. But that’s what it had been, a technique. Natalie was so alive, so sensual. He felt there was no separation between them. They were as one. He’d sought to regain control, now doubting that was possible.

Several t
imes during the night, Natalie woke up and felt Tanner snuggled reassuringly against her. What she’d experienced in the playroom that night had scared her a bit. She knew no restraint when it came to Tanner. She loved him, now hopelessly. She was doomed.

When she woke up with light streaming in the windows, Tanner was gone. He’d showered, dressed and gone to a conference, and she
’d slept through it all. He’d really worn her out last night. She’d have to increase her workouts. Being physically fit for the playroom was not an option. It was a test of strength and endurance, the sport of hot sex. Okay, she’d work out harder. Little enough price to pay.

Tanner had plans to meet with her later. He may have to work long hours, but he
kept the pace, and still made time for her, as if she were the most important thing in his life. And, she hoped she was.

Tanner had some not-to-be-missed sights in Paris he wanted to show
Natalie. She had seen the Eifel Tower in photographs many times but he assured her the pictures did not do justice to the beauty close-up.

At dusk,
Tanner took her to the Trocodero Gardens and they sat on a bench with a stunning view of the Eifel Tower. They snuggled together in their warm coats. At the top of the hour, the Tower sparkled for ten minutes, as it did every hour.

The
lit-up tower was a lovely sight, and sitting there with Tanner’s arm firmly around her, Natalie was love struck. She had the overwhelming feeling of how much she loved her gorgeous man.
Would he ever admit to loving her back?

The lights
glittered like diamonds in the background. Tanner cupped Natalie’s chin, turning her head up so he could kiss her, tenderly. His mouth was hot, and his touch was sweet. The night before, Natalie had submitted to Tanner in a new and exciting way. Kissing him now, she knew why. He was completely irresistible.

He pulled back and she looked into his eyes. No words needed to be spoken. His blue eyes were dark with desire. Natalie knew if he’d stripped her clothes off, right here in the garden, she wouldn’t object. She wanted him, more than she probably should. But she did, nevertheless.

As romantic as the setting had been, it was winter in Paris and cold, so they headed back before the temperature dropped further. The warmth of the villa hit Natalie the instant Tanner escorted her inside. She felt safe and cared for. Paris had been a step forward in their relationship, in many ways.