Bound by Love (5 page)

No, she decided in a blinding realization, it was not debased. She knew from personal experience, sexual experiences she’d had with Tanner, over and over, that it was intense pleasure. So intense, that one could call it pain.

              The pain she felt now was the swat of the bamboo cane. She knew her buttocks would be bright red after this punishment. What was she being punished for? For wanting Tanner…for driving him crazy with desire. Maybe that was it.

             
She’d never experienced pleasure that rivaled this pain. The two were confused in her mind. Each blow turned her on, more than the last. She craved more. She craved the next. It hurt so good. Each time the cane struck the fleshy part of her buttocks, a quick vibration pounded through her pussy, tightening her clit. The more Tanner spanked, the more the stimulation elevated.

             
Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. The soft music continued to play, but the room was still. Her sobs echoed in the room. The overwhelming sensation of the torture had filled her eyes with tears of emotional release.

She felt Tanner
put his hands under her, guiding her to stand up. He turned her toward him and placed one warm hand on her burning flesh, and with the other, he unlaced the corset, loosening it so it could slide off.

             
She looked up at Tanner, and saw some emotion in his eyes she couldn’t define. She didn’t need to. He was as ripped apart by this sensual experience as she was. His hard, swollen, achy cock pressed against her bare skin, attesting to how electrifying it had been for him to make her submit. And she’d done so willingly. And would do so again.

             
He kissed her softly on the lips, only once, giving the facade of control he no longer had. He kissed her again, this time with the violence that was boiling inside him. He guided Natalie to kneel in front of him. She licked his hot dick, swirling her tongue all around it, and cooing, “Master, my master.”

             
She put her lips over the thick knob at the end of his cock and sucked hard, feeling like she was sucking from him, everything he had to give. Loudly, Tanner moaned. His hands played in her hair. Feeling the power she had to please him, she licked and sucked around his penis.

             
She breathed in his scent, like an intoxicating perfume, and rubbed his hot dick on her cheek. Tanner was panting and moaning, giving her every encouragement.

             
She put his cock deeper into her mouth and back in her throat, and began moving up and down over it, massaging with her lips and sucking intermittently. Tanner’s body tensed and became hard as steel. Natalie lost all control and sucked and thrust Tanner’s hard cock deep again, and again, holding the base in her fist.

             
She ignored her gag reflex, not wanting anything to detract from the pleasure she was giving her man, her sexy man. Faster and faster, she let Tanner’s cock slide, in and out of her mouth. And harder and harder she sucked, until she heard his deep, male scream of release and felt his hot cum spurt in her mouth. She loosened her grip and cum spurted on her flushed cheeks. She bathed in the intimate giving of pleasure.

             
On weak knees, Tanner grabbed a towel from the bathroom connected to the private room, and dried both of them. He had a soft look in his eyes, and lifted Natalie in his arms. He lowered her into the chair and spread her legs, hanging them over the padded arms, spread apart to expose her sex.

             
Tanner kissed her all over, her eyelids, her cheeks, down her throat, lingering at her breasts. He ran his tongue over her sensitive nipples and bit them, gently. Natalie pressed her head against the back of the chair and arched her back, opening her thighs a bit more. Tanner rubbed her mons with his palm, radiating sensation through her entire vagina. Natalie was panting, and throwing her head from side to side.

             
Kneeling before her, Tanner buried his face in her sweet pussy. He kissed her wet slit and swirled his tongue around her clit, tight as a little pebble. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts and his fingers pinched her distended nipples.

             
He played with both nipples while he sucked her pussy, and Natalie felt a complete circuit of sensation, as if her pussy and her nipples made the whole. She gave herself to Tanner, willing him to do as he wished.

             
His tongue dipped inside her several times, and she squirmed with pleasure. He guided Natalie’s hands to her vagina, and directed her to hold her outer lips open for him. She opened herself for him to expertly excite her clit. She felt the cool air flow across her bared, inner flesh, followed by the hot wetness of Tanner’s tongue.

             
Natalie gasped as Tanner worked her nipples, flicking them in a rhythm, with his tongue playing back and forth across her clit. Natalie felt so naked, so exposed, so vulnerable. With the relentless stimulation of her nipples and the coaxing of her needy clit, she was powerless to do anything but relax into a dreamy orgasm, sweet and delicious, wonderful and sexy.

             
Tanner slowed and softened his motions, but continued to stimulate, until Natalie crossed the peak of her pleasure and her muscles relaxed. He placed his hands on her thighs, still propped high on the arms of the chair, and leaned back to gaze at her beauty. In her post-orgasmic state, she looked so soft and flushed, her hair falling around her flawless skin, like an angel that had dropped into his grasp.

             
Whatever was to become of him? Did she have any idea how much he was at her mercy? She opened her eyes and gave him a coy smile, as if she knew his thoughts.

Touched, he lifted her from the chair and carried he
r to the bath, where he ran warm, fragrant water, and washed her like she was a treasured possession. The warmth felt good on her red bottom, which only stung a little now. And it soothed her muscles. She reached up and touched Tanner’s jaw, marveling at his perfection.

             
Natalie pondered her situation with Tanner. She knew she was ruined for any other man. No one could ever compare to him, in her mind. He had her, heart and soul. That was dangerous.

             
He seemed willing to give endless pleasure, and only seemed to get better at doing so. She’d entered a world of possession, of excitement and taboo pleasures from which she could never return. She’d changed, and she’d discovered things about herself, about her own desires, that she’d never dreamed of before.

             
Was moving in with Tanner the right thing to do? It was a bit late to consider that now. But he’d become even more masterful at dishing out pain and pleasure, now that he knew she was more fully his. She lived with him, and her life was his.

             
She’d asked Cheryl to meet her for lunch. So much had happened, and she just needed her friend to talk to. Cheryl understood Natalie’s reason for moving out. They’d become good friends, and Natalie valued the friendship.

             
Natalie dressed down for lunch, wearing black jeans, boots, and a soft leather jacket. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her choice of dress made her feel connected with her real self.

She was still trying to adjust to Tanner’s wealthy lifestyle. It felt nice to be casual and have lunch at an obscure restaurant with a friend. She felt more relaxed than she had in a while.

              “You look lovely,” Natalie told Cheryl, who’d arrived in a wool pantsuit, and black leather boots. She was always a class act.

             
“It’s love,” Cheryl beamed. “That makes any woman beautiful.”

             
“Who is he?” Natalie asked. “Tell me everything.”

             
“I think it’s really going to work,” Cheryl said. “Dani is such a good man. I met him at a party, after that last modeling job. His full name is Ivan Danilo Karpin, but he likes to be called Dani. He’s very wealthy, a Russian billionaire, actually. But, I didn’t even know that for several days.

             
He’s not one to brag. He’s so down to earth, loyal and attentive. His wife died many years ago and he never remarried. We have hardly been apart since we met. We talk for hours. If ever there was a soulmate for me, he’s it.”

             
“This sounds serious,” Natalie beamed at her.

             
Cheryl winked. “And he’s so romantic. The full package, he’s got it all. I just got lucky.”

             
Natalie was so pleased at that news. Cheryl deserved love in her life. She was so warm and beautiful. Dani seemed just perfect, the way she described him.

             
“What about you?” Cheryl asked, sipping the white wine she’d ordered.

             
“Ah, me,” Natalie sighed. She wished it could be so simple for her. “Well, I’m not sure moving in with Tanner was the right thing. I’ve given up the last shreds of my independence.

             
The thing is, he’s even more intensely sexual and possessive, now that we live together. Yet, whether good or bad, I just have to be with him, Cheryl. He is what I want. It’s too late. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

             
He’s good to me. It’s just that…”

             
“Just that…what?” Cheryl prompted.

             
“The sex, it’s the sex. I’m swept up in it. He’s so much more experienced than I am. Can I tell you something, just between you and me?” Natalie asked for that reassurance, even though she didn’t talk to anyone, but Cheryl. She still had the agreement with Tanner to keep their sex life private, allowed to talk to Cheryl, only.

             
“Sure, honey,” Cheryl confirmed. “I’ve seen it all…if there’s anyone you can tell, it’s me.”

             
Natalie took a breath and began, “I’m not sure he loves me. Sometimes, I think he does, but he has never said so. He wants the physical side of our relationship as much as I do. He wants to take care of me and possess me, but that’s not the same.

             
I’m obsessed with him. I’m not sure I could leave if I wanted to. And, that’s the thing. What if he left me? What if, ultimately, I can’t satisfy him? I don’t know what I’d do,” Natalie finished, and her eyes welled with tears. It surprised her that she’d cry. Until she talked about how she felt, she hadn’t realized how deep the emotions ran.

             
Cheryl put her hand over Natalie’s, and in a calm, confident voice said, “You’re okay, honey. It’s normal to be afraid. There are no guarantees in love. Believe me, I’ve had my heart broken more times than I’d like to admit.

             
But, if what you have with Tanner is worth it, stick with him. He’s had a rough start. I know about his childhood and the burden he carried for so long, thinking he’d abused a woman. I mean, his stepmother, Gabriella, made it her life’s goal to crush his self-esteem, and even, to see him rejected by his adoptive father, William.

             
It takes time. Love is a risk, and he may not be able to admit to his love for you…yet, anyway. I think he loves you, and I’m sure you think so, too. There’s no way to know if he will commit. I can’t promise that he will.

             
But, if you’re asking for my advice…” Cheryl stopped to give Natalie a chance to prepare.

             
“Yes, I need advice. Sometimes I feel lost,” Natalie said.

             
“He’s a good man. You know it, and I know it. Your love might be the only thing that will melt him. His emotions are shut off for a reason. He probably doesn’t even understand it, fully.

             
Experience the joy you have together. Give love, as only you can. No one can say where that will lead. But, it’s the best way. Don’t you agree?”

             
Natalie laughed, softly. “When you put it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad. Really, I’m so glad to have this time with Tanner. I willingly give my love, whether it’s returned or not. I’ll just have to be strong.”

             
Cheryl’s words had been exactly what Natalie needed to hear. She moved on to other topics of conversation. She wanted to hear more about Dani, who Cheryl described as tall, handsome and distinguished. She produced a photo of them, together at a restaurant, and Natalie agreed with her description. He was a handsome man, with gray at the temples, giving him that distinguished look.

Natalie
had a few sketches she wanted to show Cheryl. One in particular, was for Cheryl. The design was inspired by Cheryl’s look. Natalie had created a dress that highlighted her best features, and Cheryl was honored. She definitely wanted to see the personal design come to life.

“
Who knows, maybe it could turn into a best-selling line,” Natalie proposed.

“Wouldn’t that be something,” Cheryl said.