Taming Eric (29 page)

He felt her clench around him, wriggling her hips and slowly he began to move, pulling almost all the way out of her, before thrusting back in. He kept up the slow tortured pace for a little while until he heard Natasha almost sobbing with her need for more fro
m him.

It was a relief to hear as he was more than ready to pump into her harder and faster and with his fingers digging firmly into her hips he began to thrust vigorously into her, working them both up closer and closer to their release. He reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit and as he pounded into her, his fingers worked over the hard little nub feeling her muscles tightening around him as she drew closer to her c
limax.

“Eric, harder, fuck me harder please.” She gasped and he bent over her, his chest against her back as he slammed into her over and over
again.

“What do you want baby?” He
asked.

“Fuck me harder Eric, dammit, fuck me harder.” She cried out and he chuckled but it came out sound more like he was being stra
ngled.

“You want me to go harder
baby?”

She sobbed. “Fuck you Eric.” He responded when he heard the desperation in her voice and drove even harder into her, his fingers still working her clit until she tensed, her high pitched scream filling the room and she came hard, clenching around him, her muscles milking his cock until he exploded inside her, pumping into her over and over
again.

Natasha’s legs couldn’t support her anymore and she started collapsing under him. He held her, lowering her gently, coming down on top of her, still with his cock seated deep inside her. He knew he had to get off her, he was probably crushing her and when his breathing settled enough that every breath wasn’t an effort he pulled free of her body and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the c
ondom.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was still lying on the bed and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her through to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepped under the warm spray wit
h her.

Gently he bathed her as she stood, totally compliant, barely able to lift her head. He took his time washing her from head to toe and with her leaning against the tiles, watching him with her eyes all soft and sleepy looking, he quickly washed himself before lifting her from the shower and drying her down. He then dried himself and finally Natasha seemed able to move again by herself, dressing back in the clothes she’d been in before their passionate love making. He couldn’t help feeling like he should be puffing out his chest, maybe strutting for being able to reduce her to a quivering, quaking mess after sex. She was just so unbelievably responsive and he loved that about her. She was honest and real, she didn’t fake her responses and she gave everything of herself t
o him.

She started gathering up her clothes for washing, asking him if he had anything he wanted washed too. He was surprised that she’d even offer. No other woman had ever offered to do something as mundane as his laundry b
efore.

Together they went downstairs and loaded up the washing machine and once it was running they headed to the kitchen for some breakfast and coffee. It was quite a domestic scene for Eric and he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed it, doing those simple tasks that most married couples would do. It felt right with her and comfortable whereas any tiny sign of domestic behaviour with any of his ex’s would have been enough to have him running for the hills, literally. He’d always avoided anything that seemed too much like there was anything more than sex in his relationships. He hadn’t wanted more with any of them and he sure as fuck hadn’t wanted to give them the impression that there was anything more than sex in those relationships. Natasha was different though. He loved just doing those simple chores with her. Of course he loved the sex with her, it was hot and amazing and overwhelming but he wanted so much more with her, more than he’d ever wanted b
efore.

He prepared a plate full of toast and put out various jams to tempt Natasha with. He made coffee for them, really getting into the whole taking care of her thing. They sat at the table and ate, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company and their breakfast. Once they were finished, Natasha offered to clean up and Eric let her while he pulled out his laptop and started sorting through emails for a
while.

Natasha hung out a load of washing and put on another one while he worked on his laptop and once he was almost done he looked over at her where she sat on the lounge reading on her kindle and asked what she would like to do for th
e day.

“I don’t know Eric. I hadn’t thought about it. What did you have in
mind?”

“We could go horse riding if you
like.”

“Really?” He couldn’t help grinning at the excitement which lit up her
face.

“You like that idea?” He s
miled.

“That obvious huh?” She la
ughed.

“Just a little baby. You do whatever you’ve got to do this morning and we’ll go riding after lunch. How does that s
ound?”

“Sounds perfect. How many horses do you
have?”

“Not many, only four of them.” He looked over his laptop a
t her.

“Do Thomas and Maggie take care of them when you’re not
here?”

He shook his head at her. “Thomas keeps an eye on them, but I have some neighbouring kids who exercise them for me. I have Arabians baby, the kids take them to shows. They can’t afford show quality horses for themselves and I need mine exercised, so it works out well for all of us. They’re good kids, experienced riders. I trust them with my horses.” He did too. Ben and Alex were twins, 15 years old and well experienced handling horses. The only thing that had ever stopped them from competing in shows was lack of finances. Their parents both worked but show horses were expensive. When they had first approached him about borrowing his horses, he’d been doubtful until he’d seen them ride, the way they handled the horses. They were experienced. He knew his Arabians would be safe with them and it had worked out well. He helped them and they helped him, a win win situation. The only reason they didn’t have the horses off his property and on theirs right now was this time of year the show circuit was winding down as it tended to do over w
inter.

When he looked back up, Natasha was still watching him, her eyes shining with excitement. “Arabians, oh Eric, I love Arabians. They are the most stunning animals.” Suddenly her face clouded over and he wondered what had wiped the bright smile from her face. He didn’t have to wait long to find out and had to hide his grin when he found out that maybe his PA wasn’t entirely unlike his ex girlfriends when it came to clothes. “Damn, what will I wear? I didn’t exactly pack for horse ri
ding.”

“Oh to have a dollar for every time a woman had said that to him.” He thought to himself. He’d be a rich man, well a richer man than he already was. You’ve got jeans baby, I’ve seen you in them but shoes. What kind of shoes do you have? You can’t ride in high heels.” He gr
inned.

She snorted at him, in a not so lady like manner. “Really Eric?” She gave him a mocking wide eyed look. “You think?” Before poking her tongue out a
t him.

He burst out laughing at her. She was so cute when she was like this. “You are sassy woman when you want to be, aren’t you baby? Ok, I have to get these emails done. Can you amuse yourself for a little while?” When she raised her eyebrows at him and she got a glint in her eyes, he knew exactly where her mind was going and there was no way in hell she was going there alone. “Don’t you dare baby, not without me being t
here.”

She pouted at him, rising to her feet. “Well you’re no fun. I’m going to check the washing machine.” She walked off, heading for the laundry and he watched her go smiling to himself. He loved their banter when she was in the mood to get cheeky with him. Just having her leave the room seemed to rob it of some of its light and life. She made him feel complete when they were together and he couldn’t even allow himself to imagine what it would be like to have to walk away from her, but if she didn’t want him, he had too much pride to beg her to
stay.

He went back to his work on the laptop and about half an hour later he’d finally got on top of his emails and had sent off replies to those that needed them. Natasha hadn’t come back so he guessed she was still taking care of the wa
shing.

He got up to look for her and spotted her through the window, hanging washing on the line. Quietly he stepped outside and advanced on her silently. He couldn’t believe his luck when she bent down and he took the last couple of steps quickly, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her back agains
t him.

She squealed, almost dropping what looked like a pair of sexy panties she had in her hand. “Bloody hell Eric, don’t sneak up on me like
that.”

“I didn’t sneak. You seemed deep in thought and you mustn’t have hear
d me.”

“Well now you’re here you can make yourself useful.” She passed him the thong and peg in her
hands.

He got the impression she was trying to unsettle him a bit, but she was wasting her time. She could aggravate, infuriate, frustrate, arouse and drive him half out of his mind with lust and love but if she thought giving him her panties to hang out was going to unsettle him, she was way off
base.

“Sure baby.” He hung them up and reached for the next item which was one of her dresses and slowly, one by one, he continued hanging out the clothes with Natasha staring at him in silence until finally she burst out lau
ghing.

He frowned. “So what’s so damned funny
now?”

“The great Eric Rothman hanging clothes on the line. Who would have thought?” She grinned a
t him.

Smart arse! He had to fight not to laugh and tried to put a look of indignation on his face. “I’ll have you know I’m quite handy around the home. I can cook, clean, do laundry and…” He paused, stepping up close to her like he was about to divulge some huge secret to her. “I’m damned good with an
iron.”

He couldn’t help it, he grinned, his heart bursting with his love for her when she dissolved into another fit of laughter. “Who would have tho
ught.”

“I told you before baby, I’m not just a pretty face.” Turning from her to continue hanging clothes out. He felt a peg bounce off him as Natasha threw one at him and he grinned, winking at her before going back to what he was
doing.

They hung out the rest of the clothes in silence, working alongside of each other until the job was done. Afterwards she headed upstairs to find something suitable to wear horse riding and he flopped down on the lounge to watch some TV. It was all very ordinary behaviour and he knew he could get used to living like this wit
h her.

When Natasha came back downstairs she sat alongside of him and he pulled her into his side, dropping a kiss on her head. They stayed like that for a while watching some old movie on TV. Eric didn’t even really know what he was watching and he didn’t care. He was just loving having his baby by his side, the warmth of her body against his, the scent of that perfume she always wore, wafting around his nostrils. She played with the bracelet she’d bought him, an unconscious thing he suspected as she watch
ed TV.

Eventually she got up again to hang the next load of washing out and when she came back inside a little while later, she offered to make lunch. Eric watched her work in the kitchen, making a selection of sandwiches for them and when she called him over to eat, he was surprised at how much trouble she’d gone to. She made sandwiches look like a gourmet meal and he stuffed them down like a starving man. Damn, but they were goo
d too.

“These are so fucking good baby.” He mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich and she la
ughed.

“They’re just sandwiches.” She said but he shook his head. These were better than just ordinary sandw
iches.

“These aren’t just sandwiches baby, these are gourmet sandwi
ches.”

Once they’d finished eating, they both cleaned up the kitchen and Natasha went upstairs to change into clothing suitable for riding. While she was gone Eric dug out his riding boots from the coats cupboard by the back door and waited for her to come back downs
tairs.

When she did, she was dressed in jeans, a pair of canvas shoes by the looks of things and when he saw her shirt, he grinned. She was wearing an old t-shirt of his with a belt around her slim waist and even then, the shirt still hung to mid thigh on her. She looked gorgeous as usual with her hair up in a high pony tail. Even with little or no make up on, she was still stunning in his
eyes.

Once they were ready, Eric took her hand and led her from his home and out to the path that led down to the stables and paddocks where his horses were. It was a perfect day, sunny, fortunately fairly mild for this time of the year in Tasmania and as they walked, Natasha looked around, her eyes bright with interest in her surroundings and he gave her hand a squeeze, raising it to his lips to drop a kiss on her palm, before continuing on down the track that led to the st
ables.

CHAPTER 13

When they arrived at the stables, Eric left Natasha standing outside while he went in to get halters and lead ropes for catching the two horses they would be riding. The stables stood empty since he rarely stabled his horses but the twins used them occasionally when they were preparing the horses for the show cir
cuits.

He walked back out to Natasha and together they headed down to the paddocks. The horses’ paddocks were distinctly different in that they were surrounded by high white post and rail fencing. A loud whinny pierced the air as they approached and he turned to his PA when she laughed, excitement evident on her
face.

He stopped at one paddock that all four horses were grazing in. They were rugged to keep them warm since their coats were short and Tasmania’s climate was too unpredictable to leave them uncovered through winter. He whistled and all four heads came up, ears pricked forward. Eric opened the gate and waved Natasha through ahead o
f him.

The four Arabians trotted over to them, Bakari, his chestnut gelding leading the way. “Meet Bakari which means noble one.” He pointed to the chestnut gelding. He was a stunning animal with his wide blaze and four white stockings. He had the classic dished Arabian head, warm brown eyes and pointed ears that angled in towards each other sli
ghtly.

Cleopatra walked over, his gentle grey mare and he introduced her to Natasha. “And this lady is Cleopatra.” He patted her arched
neck.

“Which one am I ri
ding?”

He pointed to the grey mare. “She has a beautiful temperament baby and I don’t want to take any risks given I don’t know how much you’ve ridden before. Cleopatra is a gentle lady for an Arab. You won’t have any problems with
her.”

“They both look pretty ge
ntle.”

“They are, but Bakari is a little more high strung than Cleopatra baby.” Chances were he might be fine for Natasha but Eric wasn’t taking any risks with her. He didn’t want her possibly being hurt in any way. She was too important to him to risk one single hair on her
head.

“What are the names of those two?” She
asked.

“The bay is Zuberi and his name means strong and the grey is Jabari. His name means brave. He’s not a riding horse. I saved him from ending up as pet food baby. Jabari had been abused and was very thin. He didn’t trust anyone there for a long time but with handling and care, he’s great now, but he’s never going to be able to be ridden. He was starved during his growing years and his bones aren’t strong enough to carry a person.” The treatment of that poor animal still angered Eric so much when he thought of how Jabari had looked when he’d rescued him. It had been a chance encounter with the animal. He’d been driving past a paddock where some people were trying to drag the starved and very weak horse onto a trailer to take to the horse sales as it turned out to have him go through as pet meat. He had been so angry at the painfully thin condition of the horse, he’d threatened them with a call to the RSPCA for animal abuse if they didn’t hand the horse over to him. It seemed that the threat of legal action for neglecting their horse panicked them enough and they had agreed to hand him
over.

It had taken months of gentle handling and feeding to get some condition back on Jabari and for the horse to trust anyone enough to allow them to handle him. Eric couldn’t do all the care of him himself given he wasn’t there all the time so Tom had looked after Jabari and eventually the twins had started caring for him too so now the horse was less fearful and more trusting of people. He had filled out and looked quite good, if not undersized but sadly the damage had been done in his growing years and he’d never be strong enough to carry the weight of a rider. Still Eric didn’t care. He was happy the horse would get to live out his days happy and content on his pro
perty.

“You can see he’s smaller than the others baby? He’s just going to live out his days here. Hopefully, he’ll have a long life and a good life to make up for the bad start.” Eric ran his hand down the horse’s arched neck so pleased to see the gelding happy to have the attention and not flinching from it like he onc
e did.

Once he had the halters on Bakari and Cleopatra he handed Cleo’s lead to Natasha and he took Bakari’s. They led the horses from the paddock and headed back to the stables with them. He tied them both up and went into the tack room, coming out with two stock saddles and the bridles. He saw that Natasha had already unrugged both horses and was standing admiring them as their coats gleamed in the afternoon sun. He saddled them up, stretching their legs out to get any skin out from under the girths that might pinch them and tightened the girths a bit
more.

When both horses were saddled and bridled, he helped Natasha mount and adjusted her stirrups for her. Once he’d mounted Bakari he turned the horse towards the track and with him leading, they headed out further onto his pro
perty.

They rode past the paddocks with his Hereford cattle in them and he grinned when Natasha laughed at the antics of the calves as they frolicked around. “How many cows do you
have?”

“Only twenty cows and calves baby. I can’t risk overstocking when I’m not here enough to keep an eye on things. Thomas looks after them for me and arranges for the calves to be sold off when they’re old en
ough.”

“The calves are so cute.” She smiled, watching
them.

“They’re cute now baby, but once they’re big enough they are sold off for meat.” He told her and laughed when a look of horror crossed her
face.

“You eat
them?”

“Baby that’s the whole purpose of breeding beef cattle, to sell them off for meat and Thomas takes a couple of yearlings a year to fill their own freezers. It’s the cycle of life baby. Where did you think your steaks came
from?”

She still wasn’t looking too convinced at his words, so they rode on until they came to a gate and he dismounted to open it, waving Natasha through and leading Bakari through, before shutting it again and climbing back onto the eager chestnut ge
lding.

“Do you feel like picking up the pace a bit baby? Let these two stretch their legs?” He knew Bakari was eager for a run. He could feel the bunched muscles of the horse beneath him as he held him tightly r
eined.

When Natasha nodded, he nudged his horse and Bakari broke into a trot, before moving into a slow canter, his neck arched, tail held high, the typical show off that he was. When Eric looked back, Cleopatra was following at a smooth canter so he encouraged Bakari to go faster, the horse responding by flattening out, neck stretched as he galloped
along.

He finally reined the chestnut in when they arrived at the small river that ran through his property, lined with trees, the water bubbled over the rocks. It was one of his favourite spots but he really wanted to show Natasha his secret spot, the place he loved to come and just lie there, contemplating, or simply unwinding from the stresses of work and the more chaotic lifestyle of the mainland. Of course he was prepared for maybe more, the condom in his pocket if he could encourage his PA to take advantage of the privacy of his favourite, secluded spot and make love wit
h him.

“This is my favourite place to come when I stay here. I like the peace and quiet. The only sound is the water flo
wing.”

“I can understand that, it’s perfect.” She smiled a
t him.

“Do you want to stay here for a little while? We can tie up the horses. Stretch our legs a bit. If you haven’t ridden for a long time baby, I don’t want you getting
sore.”

“I’d love to.” They dismounted and Eric tied both horses up to a tree. He helped Natasha dismount and grabbed her when she stumbled slightly, falling against Cleopatra who snorted and shifted sideways a couple of steps. He reassured the mare and held Natasha until she had regained her ba
lance.

“Are you ok
baby?”

She laughed. “I think my legs are protesting from using muscles I haven’t used like this in quite a w
hile.”

He quickly swapped the horses so they were tied by the lead ropes around their necks so they had enough length to pick at the grass a bit if they wanted to. “Will they be ok?” She
asked.

“They’ll be fine. They’ve just finished the show circuit down here. Remember I told you my neighbour’s kids use them for showing? Ben and Alex are very experienced with horses. These two are used to being tied up for hours baby, they’ll stand all day if they hav
e to.”

He took her hand and led her down to the bank of the river. They walked along the bank for a while with fish leaping up occasionally from the water. “You have fish in your river Eric.” She sounded surp
rised.

“It’s not my river baby, it just flows through part of my property but yes, there’s fish, trout I t
hink.”

“Do you fish at
all?”

He laughed. “I used to fish years ago but I don’t have the time anymore plus I prefer to order my fish already cooked and ready to eat rather than go through the whole catching it and cleaning it
baby.”

They went back to walking in silence until they came to where a large tree had fallen over the river. “Think you can cross this?” He asked her. She looked nervous as she eyed off the tree that formed a natural bridge. “Come on baby, I’ll hold you. There’s a pretty clearing on the other side of the river where the trees form like a canopy over it. I’d love to show you but we have to cross to get t
o it.”

“Ok Eric, but don’t you dare let go of my hand. I don’t want to fall in the r
iver.”

“Never my beautiful girl.” He thought to himself. “Baby, I’ll never let you go.” He told her, tightening his grip as he carefully led her over the tree. She must have been terrified because her grip on his hand was that hard, his fingers were going white as she squeezed so tightly she restricted the blood flow to his
hand.

Once they got to the other side, he laughed when she gave a big sigh of relief and he pulled her into his arms, dropping a kiss on her parted lips. “See baby? I told you I’d get you across safely.” He took her hand again and they continued wa
lking.

Finally they reached the clearing. The grass was long and lush, with purple flowers adding a show of colour to the secret clearing. The entire area was surrounded by trees that had grown and formed a natural canopy over the area but the sun made it through in some areas, creating a dappled affect over the grassy
spot.

He watched her face to see what her reaction was and he saw the look of wonder in her expression. “Oh god Eric, it’s beaut
iful.”

“Yes it is baby.” His eyes weren’t on the clearing though, they were on her face. God but she was so beautiful. This secret place of his paled in comparison to her beauty. She looked up at him and blushed when she realised he was looking at her and not the cle
aring.

He pulled her into his arms, his lips closing over hers, his tongue sliding past her lips to curl around hers. She responded, her tongue plunging into his mouth and he groaned, pulling her closer, sliding a hand down her back until he cupped the sweet curve of her buttocks and pressed her against his cock which was growing and hardening in his jeans. Fuck but he wanted her. He always wanted her but the question was could he get her to agree to making love outside in this special clearing o
f his?

“Eric.” She moaned against his lips and her hands tunnelled through his hair, dragging him c
loser.

“Fuck it Natasha, I need you again baby. I can never get enough of you.” He groaned. She responded by cupping his erection through the denim and rubbing her hand over him which only made him harder until he was pressing uncomfortably against the fly of his
jeans.

He unbuckled her belt with hands that were shaking and dropped it on the ground, pulled her t-shirt over her head, before cupping her breasts through her bra, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples that hardened under his touch. He unclasped her bra, slipping it from her shoulders where it joined the growing pile of clothing on the lush
grass.

When she hooked his t-shirt and started to lift it, he raised his arms to give her easier access and had to bite down hard on his lip when she ran her hands over his bare chest, tugging at his nipples before replacing her hands with her lips, sucking his tiny buds into her mouth, one b
y one.

She dropped her hands to his belt, unbuckling it and carefully lowered his fly obviously mindful of the fact that he went commando most of the time except for when he was at work. As soon as she had his jeans undone, his erect cock sprang free eager for some attention. Her fingers curled around him and he thrust into her hand, feeling his control sli
pping.

With growing urgency, he pulled her into his arms, pinning her hand between their bodies and he dragged one of her thighs up around his leg so he could press his cock in against her pussy. Fuck what the hell was wrong with him? They had a lot of sex and yet it never seemed to be enough. He was always teetering on the edge of losing all co
ntrol.

“Damn baby, I want you so much.” He moaned and released her long enough to undo her jeans and tug them and her panties down her legs until she could step out of them. He grabbed the condom from the pocket of his jeans and saw a tiny smile curve her lips. “What is it
baby?”

“Do you carry them around with you everyw
here?”

“Only with you.” He thought to himself. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, but these last few days, the sex had increased one hell of a lot. “Every man does baby. We’re always hopeful so it pays to be prepared. Never leave home without it.” He gr
inned.