Taming Eric (24 page)

“I’m wounded. My personal assistant and you couldn’t even be bothered googling me, your favourite employer.” He clutched his heart in a show of hurt pride. She rolled her eyes at him and he grinned. God but he loved her. “Now if you’d taken the time to google me, you would already know that I’m 31 years old.” Natasha responded by groaning at his performance. “Now I on the other hand did take the time to get to know my staff, I read their files, their qualifications and most importantly, their dates of birth so I already know that you’re 25 and that your birthday is the second of November.” He told her smugly and saw the look of surprise on her face before she rolled her eyes at him
again.

“You are such an i
diot.”

“Now you’re insulting your boss? I am still your boss you
know.”

Natasha laughed. “You’re not my boss while we’re away. I’ve had other employers and I never went away with them or had sex with any of
them.”

Memories of the night he’d taken her virginity flooded his mind. “Oh I know baby, I know. You were a virgin, I haven’t forgotten that. I’m never going to forget
that.”

He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her on the palm and watched as she shivered. His eyes locked with hers as he lowered her hand to his chest where she spread her fingers out across the warm skin of his bare
chest.

She began to trail her fingers over him, circling his nipples and drawing a line from his collar bone, over his chest before following the narrow strip of hair that led down his stomach and disappeared under his jeans. He could feel her touch heating him and his cock stirred, hardening with every maddeningly slow movement of her fingers over his
skin.

Natasha kept moving her fingers over him, drawing patterns on him for what felt like a life time to Eric. She was driving him slowly out of his mind with her touch. Damn but if she kept it up too much longer he was going to come in his jeans. He watched her face through narrowed eyes but she was totally caught up in what she was doing and didn’t seem to have any idea how much she was torturin
g him.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he could hear the strain in his voice when he said. “Having fun
baby?”

Her eyes shifted to his and she placed a hand over his heart, her eyes widening when she felt how hard it was thumping in his chest. He watched her gaze shift to where his cock was straining against his jeans and she reached out to slowly lower the zip, reaching inside to pull his erection free. Fuck but this was going to kill him and when he saw her circle her lips with her tongue, his cock bobbed enthusiastically in res
ponse.

He reached up to cup her cheeks, suddenly desperate to taste those sweet full lips but she pulled away. “No Eric.” Her tone was firm and he frowned, surprised at her reje
ction.

“What’s wrong baby?” He searched her face for answers in her expression but something in her eyes made his heart hit painfully against his ribs and suddenly he knew what she was doing. Fuck, it was payback time. She was going to put him through the same torture he’d put her through earlier with the egg. “Well you did tell her she could you fool.” The little voice in his head reminded him. “Oh hell Natasha, this is going to be payback, isn’
t it?”

When she gave him that Mona Lisa smile, he knew he was fucked. Actually no, he wasn’t going to be fucked. She was going to fuck with his mind and control instead. “Oh fuck!” He gr
oaned.

Dammit but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to get through whatever she intended doing to him, but if her expression was any indication she was going to make him pay big time. With a deep sigh he lay back. Fuck it, but there was nothing he could do but simply leave himself vulnerable to whatever she intended putting him through. He just hoped like hell, she didn’t make him suffer too
much.

CHAPTER 11

Nervously he waited for her orders because she had that set, determined look on her beautiful face. “Pull your jeans down a bit.” She said and waited while he slipped them down until they were on his thighs. “Now put your hands by your side and don’t move them unless I tell you to.” Eric groaned silently. She looked like she was going to really get into this and his heart picked up the pace as he waited for her next instruc
tions.

She began to trail her fingers over his shoulders, down his chest, his stomach until she reached the hair around his cock. He trembled, his cock jerked and he tilted his hips up towards her hand but she told him to keep still and pushed him back down
again.

Natasha began a maddening caress from one hip to the other, her fingers skirting his erection, dancing close, but never touching it and he ground his teeth in frustration. He wanted her hands on his cock and the way it stood up enthusiastically, it wanted her hands on i
t too.

He sighed with relief when she shifted her hand and ran a finger down the length of his shaft and back up again, circling the swollen head. She did it over and over again and Eric began to get frustrated with her light touch. He wanted her hand around him but she seemed more interested in driving him crazy and if that was her intention, it was wo
rking.

He groaned when her fingers finally closed around him and she began to work him up and down through her grip, his excitement growing until he felt like he was about to explode. His breathing was heavy and a drop of pre cum welled out of the head of his cock. Natasha was watching him and he met her eyes, his narrowed as he gave himself over to the pleasure building in his
body.

“Oh fuck Natasha.” He moaned, his body shaking uncontrollably and his cock grew harder, his balls tightened, he was going to come. When she removed her hand from him, his eyes shot open and he groaned. Fuck not now, fuck she couldn’t stop now. God but the pressure was intense. He needed to come, he had to
come.

He bucked up trying to get her to touch him again, but she just sat watching him. When he finally realised she wasn’t going to let him come, he swore, using every swear word he could pull up from his list of obscen
ities.

Finally the edge of his arousal died down a little and he waited, his body tense to see what her next plan of torture was going to be. She bent over him, her hair brushing his chest. “But Eric, just think how good it’s going to be? It will be the most pleasurable experience of your life.” She mocke
d him.

“Fuck you Natasha.” He snapped, not really in the mood for her throwing his words back in his face. He scowled when she started running her fingers up and down his cock again, curling her hand around him and gradually worked him back up until he was about to come again. This time he stayed silent. Maybe if he acted like he wasn’t about to blow his load, he could sneak it past her before she had a chance to leave him hanging again, but fuck it, he must have given himself away somehow and when she released him again, he grabbed himself so he could finish off th
e job.

He was a little shocked when she slapped his hand away from his cock, her tone harsh as she told him no. Fuck her. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of this, he could
tell.

He tensed when she began to trace lines over his chest and stomach before reaching his cock again which was so hard it was getting painful now. Eric wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Delayed gratification, fuck it! He was a damned fool telling her about that. He just wanted to come. He needed the release so badly he was just about ready to beg. Shit, she was turning him into a fucking puss
y now.

Natasha smiled and he snapped his teeth together, growling at her. “Glad you’re finding this so fucking funny.” He said his tone sounding quite petulant and all she did was laugh at him. Fuck her, fuck this, no fucking
more!

“Oh what’s wrong baby? If you want me to stop, you only have to say so.” She smirked and Eric wanted to strangle her. The best he could do was snort at her for being such a bloody smart
arse.

Again she took him in her hand and began to slide her fist up and down his cock. He started panting when she rapidly had him close to coming again. It was getting too much now. The sweat was pouring off him with the tension of needing his release and being constantly denied it and his hair was plastered to his forehead. One thing was certain. Either she was going to kill him by constantly denying him or when he finally did get to come, the pleasure was going to be too overwhelming and he was going to die. Whatever the outcome, he just wanted an end to the tormen
t now.

Faster and faster she worked him through her hand and his breath rasped noisily in the room. Oh god, he was so close now, so fucking close. If she stopped him again he wasn’t sure what he’d do. He started shaking violently and even though he didn’t think it was possible, his cock got even harder. Shit, this was it, he was going to come and if she stopped him he was going to cry like a damned baby. “Oh FUCK! FUCK! I’m gonna come, don’t stop me, please don’t stop me.” He begged hearing his voice crack as his emotions were stretched to breaking
point.

He began to thrust into Natasha’s hand and suddenly his climax hit. Oh fuck, fuck but it was so fucking intense. He cried out, struggling to suck air into his lungs as he shot cum over his chest. It spurted hotly on his skin and it just kept coming and coming, every spurt jerking his penis hard with the force of his release. He panted, desperate for air and the sweat streamed off his body as the waves of intense pleasure speared through him over and over again until he thought he was going to pas
s out.

When finally his cock stopped jerking and settled heavy against his stomach, Eric collapsed back on the lounge, panting and wheezing almost like an old man with the effort it was taking to get air into his lungs. He looked down at his chest at the numerous patches of his seed splattered across his overheated skin and he had to admit, he’d outdone himself. As agonising as the constant denial had been, fuck the orgasm he just had, had been something else. He couldn’t even find the words to describe how amazing it had
been.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he began to come down from his intense release and he felt Natasha’s hands in his hair, smoothing the wet strands back that were sticking to his forehead. Gently she caressed him, soothing him and his heart ached with the intensity of the feelings he had fo
r her.

“Fuck baby that was intense.” He finally managed to say past lips that were suddenly dry. He glanced down at himself again. There was no way he could get up with cum all over his chest. “I’m going to need something to clean up. Can you get me somet
hing?”

“Let me up Eric.” She said and he lifted his head enough to let her slide out from under him. He waited expecting her to walk off to get a wash cloth or something but instead she stood looking down at him, her eyes moving over his chest, resting on each creamy pool of his
seed.

Instead of walking away though, she climbed onto him, straddling his hips and Eric looked at her in surprise which rapidly turned to wariness as he suddenly questioned what she was up to now. If she had more torture in mind, he was definitely going to cry like a baby. He couldn’t take anything more tonight like that if that’s what she was pla
nning.

He watched as she tucked her hair back, holding it with one hand and bent down to his chest, her tongue coming out to start licking up his seed. He groaned, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair as she licked her way over him. Fuck but it was so hot to watch and he couldn’t believe it when he felt his cock stirring again. God but she was amazing and he loved her so much. No woman had ever done anything like that to him before. Never in a million years would he have expected her to do something like
that.

Once she’d cleaned him all up, she circled one of his flat nipples with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth until it formed a hard little peak. She turned her attention to the other one until it was hard too before moving back down his body until she was sitting over his thighs and fuck but he could feel her wet pussy against his skin. She was turned on from licking him clean, from swallowing his seed and his cock strained up hard again in front of her. She curled her hand around him sliding up and down his shaft and he groaned. How did she do this to him? He shouldn’t have been able to get a hard on again tonight after the way she’d worked him up to a climax that had left him feeling weak as a newborn kitten. “Fuck baby. How do you do this to me? You really are going to kill me baby, but fuck it, what a way t
o go.”

He raised his hands to slide them under his sweater she was wearing, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they had hardened. Slowly he moved his hands down her front and slipped his fingers past her thong, brushing between her pussy lips, groaning when he found her soaked. “Oh god baby. Fuck it, I don’t know how, but I want you again.” He started circling her clit, smearing her juices over it before dipping his fingers insid
e her.

Natasha gasped, moving against his hand. “Do you have one of those condoms you always seem to be carr
ying?”

“In my pocket. I’m a man baby, we’re always optimistic. We never go anywhere without one. We never know when the opportunity might arise to get lucky and I’m feeling lucky.” He gr
inned.

He dug around in his pocket until he found the small square package and she took it from him, tearing it open and rolling the condom down the hard length of his cock. His heart began to thump heavily in his chest when he saw her need for him was too great to remove her thong, she simply pushed it aside impatiently and with one hand holding him, she lowered herself onto his eager cock, not stopping until he was as deep inside her as he cou
ld go.

Damn if she didn’t test his control straight away when he felt her tighten around him squeezing those sexy internal muscles around his cock. He reached up to cup her breasts when Natasha pulled his sweater over her head and tossed it aside. God but she was beautiful. His eyes travelled down the length of her, shifting to where their bodies were joined together. Damn but it was hot seeing where his cock disappeared insid
e her.

He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, watching as they hardened under his touch. Natasha bent down to him and pressed her lips to his. Suddenly eager for her mouth, he parted hers, slipping his tongue past her lips and he kissed her with all the pent up emotion and passion that raced through his body. They nipped and sucked at each others lips until finally they were forced to pull apart so they could get some air into their
lungs.

Slowly she rotated her hips while she rubbed her breasts over his chest and Eric ran his fingers up and down her spine from her neck to the curve of her sweet ass as she squirmed on him in reaction to his gentle c
aress.

Their movements were slow, neither in a hurry to have this moment end and he enjoyed watching her rising and lowering herself on his cock, his eyes fixed on it as it disappeared and reappeared as he slid in and out o
f her.

Natasha collapsed forward over his chest, her movements so lazy and unhurried he finally wondered if she was going to go to sleep on him before either of them had even come. He closed his eyes allowing everything to centre on where their bodies connected. “You’re not going to sleep on me are you?” The sweet, soft voice of his beautiful baby got his eyes open again and he focused on her before yawning widely, which made him laugh at hi
mself.

“It’s ok baby, if I nod off, you just do what you’ve gotta do, ok?” Surprisingly his words turned him on at the thought of her using his body to get off while he slept. Of course he knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to sleep through the feeling of her warm and wet pussy riding his
cock.

She tightened around him and he groaned. Suddenly he needed more than the slow unhurried pace of their love making. He needed to fuck her. It seemed she was feeling the same way because she started to move on him faster. As she increased her speed until she was bouncing on him, her breasts jiggling, he grabbed her hips to hold her while he thrust up, meeting her movements, bringing their bodies together more viol
ently.

Eric slipped a hand between them and began to circle her clit and she cried out, her movements becoming more erratic until finally she came apart, his name leaving her lips in a strangled cry. He felt her muscles fluttering around him as she rode out her climax and tears squeezed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. He wasn’t sure why she was crying but if she was feeling their lovemaking with the same level of intensity that he was, he could understand why there were tears. Maybe his emotions were fuelled mainly because of his love for her but it had been a day of delayed gratification for both of them followed with intense orgasms and Eric knew for him at least, he’d never felt such a close connection to another person the way he did with Na
tasha.

She rotated her hips as if still driven to milk every single moment of pleasure from their joined bodies and watching her, feeling her around him was enough to push him over the edge and he came, calling her name as he spilled his release deep insid
e her.

Natasha collapsed on his chest and he could feel her tears wetting his skin. He put his arms around her, holding her against him, simply enjoying having her close, in his
arms.

Eventually she moved, stretching out so she was half lying on him, with their bodies still joined as their heart rates slowed and the sweat on their skin dried but Eric knew they had to move. They were going to get too cold lying the way they were, especially once the fire started to die down if he couldn’t remove himself from under her and add more wood to it. “Baby, are you awake?” He felt her nod, her cheek rubbing against his chest. “Sweetheart, I need to get up. As tempting as it is, we can’t stay like this all n
ight.”