Naked Submission (14 page)

When Tanner pulled out the leather-tasseled crop from the polished trunk, Natalie
discovered she wished to be at Tanner’s mercy. She wanted to please him and the promise of pain had her clit hard from the moment he raised the implement, and held it securely in his hand, eyeing her with a fierce, commanding look.

He said in a low, sexual voice, “You think you are ready for this? Do you trust me?”

Natalie looked into his blue eyes. They were soft, and held a delighted gleam she was unfamiliar with. The threat of the crop sent a chill down her spine. Would it hurt? Hadn’t she asked for this? Wasn’t he doing this at her request?

She suddenly didn’t feel so brave
, but wasn’t about to back down. She’d encouraged him, and now she was getting what she asked for. “Yes,” she told him. “I trust you.” And she did.

At his request, she put
her black stilettos back on, but nothing else. She stood before him and raised her chin, showing confidence she didn’t really feel. He asked her to put her hands behind her back and grip one of her wrists. She was to arch her back, slightly, and push her lovely breasts forward.

Tanner was still naked from earlier. He paced around her like an animal stalking prey
, and Natalie felt a shiver, but not from cold. He came very close to her and let his hot tongue run along her sensitive skin, around her neck, her breasts and her belly. He leaned up to kiss her, hotly, on her angelic mouth.

“Don’t be afraid,” he reassured. “I’ll hurt you
, but it won’t be too bad.”

Why did she find the thought of him hurting her exciting? She should be dismayed at her reaction
, but she only felt aroused. She looked at Tanner. His blue eyes were alight with promise but not cold, not harsh.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded
, and she did.

She felt the threatening tassel at the end of the leather crop touch her bare skin. Tanner dragged it around her body, all over, sensitizing her. It was an erotic touch
, and she felt her lower body tense. Gently at first, she felt the crop swat at her.

She was aware of Tanner striking her with the crop
, but she didn’t feel pain. He was going easy at first. It felt more like a caress. As she began to relax into the stimulation, he struck harder. She didn’t feel pain, but the pleasure sensation increased. She liked the crop, and that surprised her.

Tanner stood back further
, and swatted at her lovely form with the implement of torture. It stung a bit when it whipped against her skin. Every nerve of her body seemed at the ready.

She felt him standing behind her
, and the next thing she knew, she felt the whip lashing against her naked ass. He was striking on the plump part, which cushioned the blows. Nonetheless, it stung. Yet, it felt more like a loving blow than a penalty.
Could being whipped be pleasurable?

Yet, i
t was pleasurable for her. Tanner watched the whip sharply caress her bare buttocks, and his cock leapt higher in response. Seeing the blood rush to the surface of her hard ass was an amazing turn on. He struck in different places each time so as not to injure her, but he did punish, and he could see the red marks of the tassel as it whipped her bare flesh.

Natalie whimpered. Her nipples were little pebbles
, and her clit demanded attention. Tanner moved back in front of her, and she felt the sting that lingered on her bottom. It felt good, so good.

“Open your eyes,” he told her. She looked at him with a dazed expression. The unfamiliar pain
, mixed with pleasure, had sent her into a new state of sexual arousal. He looked at her. Loving, was the only way she could describe his expression, and it occurred to her that she had pleased him greatly.

He stood
back from her and said, “Trust me, baby. Don’t be afraid.” And pulling his arm back he whipped the crop forward, striking the tip precisely on her sex. She flinched from surprise, but was aware that it didn’t hurt. No, it felt insanely sexy.

She arched her back a little more, inviting his play. Tanner whipped
, again and again, over her sex. “Spread your legs, slightly,” he said. She did so, wondering that she could still stand up, with her body so weak with arousal.

Tanner aimed the crop
and it grazed over her clit. Several times it whooshed down, tapping her most sensitive area. His aim was practiced and on target. Even the sound of the leather, whipping through the air, became erotic.

Natalie couldn’t take more than four strikes to the flesh
over her clit. On the last strike, she called out and came powerfully, clenching her body and tightening in convulsion. Tanner wrapped a strong arm behind her for support, dropping the crop to the floor. The waves of orgasm flowed and flowed, and when she collapsed, he picked her up in his arms and held her tightly.

Natalie felt as though she’d dived over a precipice she hadn’t known was there. Her feeling for Tanner swelled inside her breast. The trust she felt for him
, and the love that swelled for him in her heart, was beyond description. He’d taken her to a limit of pain, which wasn’t really pain at all, but extreme pleasure.

She was deeply satisfied to have pleased him. He carried her to the bed and placed her against the pillow. The look on his face was one of respect and admiration
, mixed with unending desire and yes, she was sure, love. She sighed and touched his chiseled jaw.

He lifted his body over her
s and, gently, made love to her. Slowly, intimately, he stroked his hot cock, in and out of her wet pussy. She loved every second, every motion. And when Tanner came, he cried out. She felt him give everything to her, and knew he was completely satisfied.

“I love you, Tanner,” Natalie whispered.

He smiled down at her. “I guess then, it’s okay to tell you what you say when you talk in your sleep,” he whispered in a sexy voice.

Natalie looked at him with big eyes
, and waited.

“
You say…that you love me,” he smiled, and she sensed he wasn’t going to reject her for professing love, even though it edged near the cliff of real commitment.

Tanner didn’t believe it anyway,
painfully aware of his personal failings at intimacy. But Natalie believed she loved him, he was sure of that. And he was satisfied. After all, she was his, and that’s what he wanted.

It felt good for Natalie to tell him she loved him, even though she didn’t expect him to love her back, not yet. But he’d come a long way. And she clung to her hope that someday he’d be able to give himself over to the love he felt. She knew he felt it, even though he didn’t say it.

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: The Heart’s Domination – Touched By You – 3
rd
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Excerpt
from
The Heart’s Domination
:

“A white rose lay on the table beside Natalie. Swept up in the moment, Tanner had purchased the single rose from a street vendor, and presented it to her with a gallant bow. The gift signified the magic of their time together, a fairytale she never wanted to end. He didn’t only dominate her body – he dominated her heart.

Alone and relaxed, looking out at the view, Natalie felt like she was in a storybook setting. Tanner chatted, and they laughed together, about silly things. Nothing that was important. He was just like any man one might fall in love with. Yet, he wasn’t……….”

Naked Submission –

2nd novella of Touched By You series by Emily Jane Trent ©2013 All Rights Reserved

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writes steamy romances about characters you’ll get to know and love. The sex scenes are hot, and the romance even hotter! If you are a fan of stories with a heroine that’s got spunk and a hunk of a hero that you’d like to take home with you, these stories are what you’re looking for. The Touched By You series will let you escape into a fantasy – and you won’t want it to end - ever.

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