Whispered Confessions (Touched By You) (3 page)

Guiding the head of his cock into her, Tanner moaned. He pressed into her with one hard motion and Natalie cried out. The stretching sensation, the feel of him inside her, was delicious. Not in the mood for delay, Tanner stroked in and out, fucking her.

Natalie could see the lean muscles in his thighs flexing with the effort, making it all the more erotic. With her legs draped to the sides, she was fully open for him. She reached up and gripped the end of the bench for balance.

Tanner fucked her in a fierce, virile motion. His speed increased; he panted fast and deep. Natalie was so close she could barely keep from coming. Her breasts bounced with each stroke. Harder and faster, he fucked her with his hands pressed into the bench and his strong legs leveraging his motion.

All at once, Natalie exploded. She screamed out and gasped for breath. Feeling her convulse under him, Tanner pounded her with several more strokes as he unleashed inside her. The feel of his heavy cock beating within her was amazing. He came hard, and stayed straddled over her when it ended, trying to catch his breath.

Tanner kissed her cheeks, her jaw, and her eyelids. Then he looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he mouthed, and Natalie touched his lips with her fingertips.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

Tanner lifted her into his arms and sat on the bench with her on his lap. Wrapped in his embrace, she pressed her cheek against his neck. His pulse beat strong and fast against her skin. She felt small in his lap, against his muscular chest with his strong arms surrounding her. And she felt safe, secure—and so loved.

Natalie’s life never seemed to slow down. Preferring it that way, she was personally involved with her business, and valued connections. Though the parent company, Clarke Luxury, took care of numerous administrative and legal details, it still left developing key relationships, which only she could do.

Recently, she’d spoken to Suzanne
Dumond, learning the latest trends in Paris fashion. It gave Natalie several ideas for designs. Her line had done well at Dumond Boutiques, and the future looked even more exciting. It had been too long since Natalie had been to Paris and she promised to arrange a trip soon.

Her conversation with Thomas in London had been just as inspiring. Couture by Thomas had launched her into the fashion world in England. Based on London Fashion Week reviews of the latest designs and a lengthy discussion with Thomas, it was clear that floral prints, pants under skirts, and pink coats were everywhere in the spring lineup for the coming year.

Fashion week at home in New York had been a lot to take in. Natalie had attended and still marveled at what she’d seen on the catwalk. Designers—like Michael Kors, Derek Lam, Marc Jacobs, and more—presented sporty fashions with white on white, and barely there cuts. That was only the start.

Shopping in spring would include not just head-to-toe white, but white tops paired with matching pants, and even all-white dresses. Also seen were contrasting neutrals, lots of black and white combos in bold prints, even paired together for balance. But the big splash was the bright blue that was the color of the season. The stunning hues of blue were eye-catching and inspirational, offering different bold outfits that would attract attention.

With her new relationship with RG Fashion Showroom, Natalie was getting more exposure. Wanting to take full advantage of the opportunity, whenever she wasn’t nurturing her business relationships, Natalie was sketching new designs. Her passion for fashion design never waned. It only seemed to blossom the more she was involved in all the fashion centers of the world.

The offer to meet a prominent east coast buyer couldn’t be passed up. Taking Brandon with her, once again she met with Gianni
Rinaldi, but not for cocktails. The reaction she got from Tanner the last time she’d personally connected with Gianni had been explosive. However, this was not a social occasion. The focus was on the buyer, and it could mean elevating Natalie Baker Designs to a new level in the New York fashion circle.

The meeting was productive but long. The buyer had many questions, and didn’t want to delay. Timing was an issue. Gianni was the ultimate professional, guiding the interaction with focus on service to the client. He was very appreciative that Natalie had stayed to the end, and that Brandon was with her to fill in numerous details. Of course, she had little choice. The buyer was even more influential than she’d known before. Every minute spent in his company, catering to his preferences, would pay off.

It was late when Natalie finally got home. After parking the limo Andre came upstairs, intending to chauffeur Sara. Rarely did Natalie return so late from work, and she knew Sara wouldn’t leave until dinner was served, unless advised otherwise. Considering the late hour, the instant Natalie got inside and found Sara, she took over.

“You go,” she said. “I’ll take over. I’d like to relax before eating, so we will warm it up if we need to. Go home now, and take care of yourself.”

Sara looked to Andre, and he held out his hand to take hers. They were so sweet together; two good people who deserved each other. “I’ll drive you,” he said.

Andre, a buff professional bodyguard, acted like a teddy bear around Sara. His stiff demeanor softened, and he kissed her cheek. With his hand still in hers, Andre said, “If you are okay now, I’ll take her home.”

“Yes, definitely. It’s late. We will see you tomorrow.” Security in the building was tight, so his services weren’t needed in the evening.

Natalie watched them leave, again hoping the relationship would develop into a permanent one. They seemed so suited to each other, and liking them as she did, it would make her happy if Andre proposed to Sara. She’d have to wait and see.

Hearing piano music from the other room, Natalie knew where to find Tanner. He’d been done with work for a while, and she’d texted that the meeting would keep her later than expected. If she knew her husband, he’d been working in his home office. Now, it was time to relax.

There was a bottle of wine open and Natalie poured a glass before going to Tanner. He sat at the piano playing “A Thousand Years,” the song they’d danced to at their wedding. In his v-necked sweater and khaki pants, he looked deliciously touchable.

Natalie leaned against the piano, listening to the beautiful song and reliving the feel of dancing with her husband. The look on his face was intense, and she assumed Tanner was deeply involved with the music.

Yet when he stopped playing and looked at her, Natalie noted the coldness in his steely blue eyes. He didn’t say a word.

“I love that song. It reminds me of us,” she said. Still nothing from Tanner. “I didn’t expect to be so late. The buyer kept us a long time, but it’s going to be worth it.”

“Gianni arranged it?”

Natalie had told him that, so he was asking something he already knew. “Yes, he did. And Brandon was with me for backup.”

“And Gianni was there?”

Hesitating before speaking, Natalie said, “Yes, he was there the whole time. He dealt with the buyer and kept the discussion going smoothly.” She saw a flicker in Tanner’s eyes and knew he wasn’t pleased. But he wasn’t exploding either. The last time, he’d understood the relationship with Gianni was a business connection only, and an important one at that.

Without further comment about the meeting, Tanner stood and took her drink, setting it on the piano. The fire in his eyes captured her full attention. “I’d like to satisfy your need…and mine,” he said, shifting into a sexual tone.

Feeling weak, Natalie closed her eyes when he kissed her. With one hand in her hair, and the other on her lower spine, Tanner held her tightly. His possession was clear, and his kiss told of urgent need, the need he spoke of. What was to come, Natalie wasn’t sure, but judging by her husband’s fierce demeanor, it would be hot.

If Tanner was annoyed by the late meeting with Gianni, he didn’t say. Having his wife out late in the presence of such a man was like a challenge. Even if Natalie had no interest in the man, the fashion mogul still posed a threat.

Try as he might, Tanner could not avoid his burning jealousy. At least he knew better than to blow up again. That never worked well with his volatile wife. Submissive she might be in the bedroom, but pushing her too far in other ways got the wrong reaction.

He didn’t want to fight with Natalie, although it took everything to bite his tongue and not let any caustic remarks escape his lips. Tanner may not be able to say anything, but he could let her know that he maintained control.
That
he could make her feel.

If he couldn’t blow off steam verbally, Tanner would do so in a language he understood. Taking Natalie to the playroom, he undressed her, enjoying every second. Slowly peeling away her clothing, he watched the look on her face. The low music playing through the ceiling speakers added to the sensual ambience.

Natalie wanted him; he knew it. She did little to hide it. Garment by garment, he exposed her beautiful body, relishing his wife’s rising arousal. Standing in front of her, fully clothed, Tanner drank in her naked form.

She’d filled out a little since they were married, and he liked it. The curves of her slender figure were a hint more pronounced, her breasts a little rounder. Knowing his privileges, Tanner reached out and cupped her breasts. Natalie’s eyes partly closed.

Lifting them gently, he felt their delicious weight. He squeezed, loving the soft feel. Letting them go, her pert breasts bounced softly, holding their shape. God, she was beautiful.

Her long hair was in a low ponytail and he left it there. Around her neck was a ribbon choker, which he thought would be appropriate, so let her keep it on. But otherwise, she was naked for him.

“Go to the back wall,” he ordered. Natalie turned and walked toward the wall.

She stood at the wall and turned to face him. Still in his sweater and slacks, her nude body seemed all the more beautifully feminine. Pulling her against him, Tanner kissed her, tasting the wine on her lips and probing deeply with his tongue. The flavor and heat of the kiss stirred his loins, and his erection pushed harder against his pants.

Releasing her for a moment, Tanner stripped off his clothing. His cock sprang into view and Natalie’s eyes widened. He pumped it several times to relieve some of the tension, but also to witness his wife’s reaction. She licked her bottom lip and swallowed.

Reaching to the side, Tanner yanked on a cord and a curtain opened. Behind the velvet curtain was an apparatus bolted to the wall. It was a huge metal frame in the shape of an X. The St.
Andrew’s Cross had been installed when he furnished the playroom, but he hadn’t used it, wanting to make sure Natalie was ready.

Tanner saw her look of recognition. “I intend to satisfy you…as you wish to be satisfied,” he said.

Taking her hands, he lifted them over her head and backed her against the structure, knowing the feel of the cold metal would be shocking, as was the cross itself. Positioning Natalie spread eagle, he locked her wrists and ankles in the cuffs. She looked so enticing with her legs and arms spread, leaning into the shape of the X. With her arms held high and wide, she was vulnerable.

Tanner’s face was an inch from hers, allowing him to feel her sweet breath on his lips and hear her ragged breathing. He kissed her tenderly then sucked her bottom lip. Natalie whimpered quietly.

Taking liberties, Tanner felt her soft skin, running his hands over her sumptuous curves. The curve of her shoulder, firmness of her breasts, flatness of her belly—all of it excited him. Reaching behind, he grasped a belt attached to the middle point of the X. Buckling it around her waist, he secured her midsection.

“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you,” he whispered in her ear. The scent of her arousal heated his blood.

“I…think so.”

Tanner stood back from her to admire his handiwork. She looked so beautiful spread out, open to him. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from the hard kiss earlier. Her flawless skin was alluring, begging him to kiss every inch of her.

Not one to resist temptation, Tanner kissed her jaw, and proceeded to scatter kisses across her collarbone and down her ribs. Avoiding her nipples, he kissed over her abdomen and lingered on the tattoo of his name near her right hip.

The sound of her breathing, speeding up the more he kissed, was erotic. He knew before he felt her that Natalie was wet. His fingertips told him he was right. Dipping into her sweet cream, he moved his fingers across her tender opening then put them into his mouth, sucking off her flavor.

Gripping the bar above her head that held the X together, he leaned in and covered her mouth with his. Natalie’s acquiescence fueled his desire. He probed inside her mouth, his tongue seeking every bit of it. Her tongue rubbed against him, and he had no doubt how badly she wanted this.

Tanner put held her breasts in his hands and raked his tongue back and forth over her nipples. Under his stimulation they reddened, and he sucked them as a reward. Reaching behind, he cupped her ass and she gasped.

He held her gaze and massaged her round butt, the feel of it almost too much. Licking along Natalie’s bottom lip, he wanted to devour her. There was no way to be close enough, take her fully enough. He always wanted more.