Naked Submission (13 page)

You know I’d be less than honest if I didn’t admit I want you in my bed every night. We both know I do. And unless my assessment is very much off the mark, I think you want that as much as I do.

But I’m also a businessman, always looking for the angle. And I’ve found one. Will you consider my proposal?”

Tanner looked at her, all business. She looked back, not intimidated by his possessiveness. When he
’d started talking, the idea of giving up school was unthinkable. But now she knew her degree could be obtained online, so she wouldn’t be giving up anything. The lifestyle Tanner offered was inviting. It was true she wanted to be with him, as much as he did with her.

The thought of having him away on business trips all the time frightened her more than
giving in to his control. She took a moment to let it sink in that she’d be privy to the inner circles in the top fashion center, something an unknown designer could never hope for. Yet, here it was, being handed to her.

Then
, the absurdity of Tanner having to convince her to be with him in his bed every night, and talking her into a situation which was the stuff of which dreams are made, struck her as hilarious. The concept that she would refuse, and send him away, so that other gorgeous women would have access to him, with her sitting alone at the penthouse in New York, wasn’t even a possibility.

And further, that she could pursue her passion for designing clothes, with the type of education and support he was offering, was something any designer would die for.

She looked at his sincere, handsome face, feeling so lucky that for whatever unaccountable reason he’d chosen her, of all women. Her heart soared, knowing that she was his, and willingly so. The idea that she’d refuse him was silly, and she realized she was laughing out loud – partly from joy, partly from relief, but mostly from the humorous idea that she even stood a chance of rejecting the offer.

No wonder T
anner was so successful in business. There was no negotiating possible. He controlled the situation, as always, by knowing his opponent and playing the game to win.

“I didn’t realize I was being funny,” he smiled tentatively, unsure of Natalie’s reaction.

“No….no, it’s not that,” she laughed. “Of course, I’ll go with you. You tickle me sometimes. You don’t know your own power over me.”

And Tanner laughed too, more from relief that she’d accepted than anything else. He couldn’t say he understood her thought process
, but the result was what he wanted, and that’s what mattered.

Sex that evening was relaxed and playful. Since the decision for Natalie to be with Tanner on a more permanent basis was mutually agreed, both felt less reserved with each other, if reserved they’d ever been.

Natalie did a slow strip tease for him to disco music, delighting in watching his cock grow in response. She enjoyed the effect she had on him. It was a new experience for her and she was testing, probing to see how far she could take it. Tanner sat naked in an overstuffed chair looking as irresistibly handsome as ever.

Natalie stood naked before him, wearing only her black stilettos and a long string of pearls, gazing at his strong shoulders, muscled chest and hard stomach muscles. His lovely form centered at his huge cock, veins bulging. The sight caused her clit to turn rock hard.

She strode slowly toward him, swaying her hips seductively
and twirling the end of the strand of pearls. She couldn’t wait to put her hands in his thick dark hair, auburn highlights gleaming under the solo spotlight near his chair. Even his long legs, lean thighs and bare feet were driving her crazy. She was obsessed with him.

As she neared, Tanner’s eyes blazed with desire. She was so close he could smell her sweet aroma of female arousal. His muscles flexed involuntarily. He remained still, watching, waiting. She stood so close, yet just beyond reach.

Finding a boldness that she hadn’t previously known, she reached up and caressed her breasts, cupping them and rubbing them. She lifted them gently in her hands, and let go, to create a tantalizing bounce that caused Tanner’s eyes to widen.

Noting his reaction, she pinched her nipples and gave a low, seductive gasp. She pulled on the distended
, red tips and ran her hands down her ribs, over her waist and down the tops of her thighs. With one hand she lifted the necklace hanging around her slender neck, letting the end of the long string fall, tapping the pearls against the sensitive tips of her nipples.

Tanner watched,
becoming mesmerized by the sensual display and astounded at Natalie’s lack of reserve. He was deeply satisfied that she sought to pleasure him. His eyes roamed her silky body, resting briefly on the deep etching of his name over her hip. His arousal surged at the feeling of possessing her. No other man would have her. She was his alone.

He held out his hand to motion her toward him. She blushed submissively
, and stepped the last two steps to come within his reach. His eyes burned with a feral look and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs and arched her back slightly, pushing her firm breasts out for easy access.

Tanner
lifted the string of pearls off, over her head. He pulled her wrists behind her back and wrapped the long strand around them, forcing her chest out and making her vulnerable to his advances. He alternately sucked and bit her hard nipples, stopping only to swirl his hot tongue around the areola.

Natalie writhed in pleasure and clenched her lower body.
She eyed his erection, sticking up in front of his abdomen and licked her lips.

“I want you to orgasm
,” he said in a deep voice, “this way. Come, just with me sucking your nipples. You can do it, baby. Just relax. Let me excite you. Let me see your pleasure. Just let go.”

His sweet voice soothed and calmed her. She was embarrassed for a moment that he would watch her come, being the spectator
, and not the participant. But then she was performing for him, was she not? The idea of coming without him even touching her sex, sent electricity through her. Her already swollen nipples distended further.

Tanner, always talented at pleasuring her, knew just what to do. She felt his hot breath on her breasts. She could smell his male scent and feel his muscl
ed body under her. He gently licked her breasts with his hot tongue and she whimpered. He held each taught nipple in his teeth and tugged, lightly.

Natalie
’s clit tightened and her thighs clenched. She heard her own panting, as if it came from a distance. It seemed to echo around her and the sound excited her. The pearl necklace still held her wrists behind her, exposing her breasts. Tanner gently batted one breast, and then the other, just enough that they bounced, ever so lightly.

She moaned
. The movement of her breasts started to make her come unhinged. Tanner ran his fingers down her throat and around each lovely breast, yet he refused to touch her needy clit. Natalie clenched harder, the pleasure becoming unbearable.

“Now, baby,” Tanner whispered, “n
ow.” To force her to arch her back more, and push her breasts closer, he reached behind and pulled on the string of pearls binding her wrists. He leaned in and sucked and bit her nipples.

His command, combined with his caresses,
sent her over the edge. She felt his hot mouth sucking one nipple then the other, hard, he sucked hard. She screamed as she rode her orgasm to a high crest. All the muscles in her body tightened, her head fell back and she let go. Tanner ran his tongue, back and forth, from one hard nipple to the other, as the erotic waves rolled through her feminine form.

On the other side of the crest, she relaxed fully
, and Tanner released his grip on the necklace binding her wrists. She fell against his chest and he caressed her long, silky hair. With his other hand, he unwound the string of pearls, freeing her, and spread his palm over her warm back. Her muscles were weak with the effects of her exhibition. She felt he’d seen something so private, so personal, and felt so close to him.

She leaned back, eyes still glazed
, to look at his perfect face. He lifted her, easily, and lowered her body over his huge cock. He groaned and she threw her head back. He guided her movements, pulling her up and down, massaging his aching cock with her wet, tight pussy. She craved him. The first, delicious orgasm had only whetted her appetite, but not sated it.

She assisted his movements. With her hands on his strong shoulders, she pumped up and down. She was fucking him
, as much as he was fucking her. She saw Tanner press his head back against the chair, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. Using her strong vaginal muscles, she purposely tightened them over his cock to increase the pleasure.

Tanner groaned loudly
, and shot his cum deep inside her. His body convulsed with the pleasure and his hot cock got the release, so badly needed. His hips pumped, up and down, through his extended orgasm. When at last he was calm, Natalie leaned forward to put her head on his shoulder. She reached up and, tenderly, touched his cheek.

Neither T
anner nor Natalie found sleep after such an arousing interlude. It was thoroughly exhausting, yet stimulating. Hours had passed, and still they lay contentedly on Tanner’s soft bed. He watched Natalie curled beside him, wondering at her brave endurance. She’d tried everything he’d asked of her so far. How far could he take it?

As if reading his mind, Natalie looked into his soft blue eyes. “Why won’t you do with me, what you did with the other women?”

“How do you know that?” He replied caught off guard by her perception, which he’d thought he’d carefully hidden.

“I know,” she to
ld him. “What we do is…exciting… very exciting. You make me want more and more. But is it enough for you? I don’t know how I can satisfy you, or hope that you will want me around very long, if you won’t do things you long to do,” she said, truly wanting to know, and feeling insecure, now that she’d said it.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said.

“You hurt other women?” She inquired.

“
Not physically…maybe emotionally. Everything’s always fine in the beginning, playing the submissive role. But sooner or later, a woman wants more. I know that. Especially, with a man of wealth like I am; the golden carrot dangling, so temptingly. I’m greedy, so I understand it.

But I can’t give more… I mean I haven’
t been able to…. I’m not accustomed to explaining this to anyone.

I must stay in control. My desire to give you pleasure is strong and I fear I might go too far.”

“Like you did with the woman so many years ago, the incident you don’t fully remember, like that?” Natalie said, gently.

“Yes,” Tanner said
, looking vulnerable, a state Natalie rarely witnessed.

“Don’t,” she told him. “Don’t think that you’ll hurt me. I know you won’t. I’m not afraid of you. I don’t know what happened back then
, and from what you tell me, you don’t either, not completely. It’s in the past.

You are a good person, T
anner. You won’t admit it, but you are. I know that you engaged in sex with many women before me, and I suspect they were women you didn’t have as much personal feeling for. A woman knows things. And I know the sex you had with them was… more intense… than with me.

I don’t mean the emotion was more intense. I mean the activity was. I’m not made of glass. I want it, Tanner. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.
I admit I was naïve, not so long ago. I questioned my easy acceptance of the things we did, and was shocked at being excited over sexual acts that I considered taboo.

I need you to stop protecting me. I just want you to be intimate with me
, and that means letting go. You are so controlled all the time with me, even when you are in the throes of passion. I’ve decided that what we do to please each other is not wrong. It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I need you
, and I want to please you in every way I can. Let me.” Natalie stroked Tanner’s cheek, trying to keep strong. She had to stand up to him. The sex was not the real hurdle. It was her unrelenting determination to be intimate with him, truly intimate. He needed to trust her. He needed to trust himself.

Natalie’s words pierced deeply to Tanner’s heart. He recalled her boldness during sex, her willingness to please him, and her desire to break through pleasure limits with him.

He’d never allowed a woman to get close to him, emotion
ally. Yet, he knew Natalie was a woman he couldn’t live without, now having had her. No other woman was Natalie. That was the problem. He had feelings for her that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

H
earing her try to persuade him to not hold back had moved him, not that he wanted to admit it. He pulled her up to him and held her against his chest, feeling her small, warm body against him. Her sensuality was palpable.

His cock was hard and his desire running high.
He was ready for her again, and when he looked into her eyes, he knew she was ready for him.