Bound by Love (7 page)

             
“I want you to choose something you like. Although, the most expensive home in London was for sale, asking price was about 300 million pounds. I don’t know if it sold. I never inquired. It wasn’t my style…I think it has about 45 bedrooms, spread over seven stories. It was described as the largest single family home in London, apart from Buckingham Palace.”

             
Natalie knew he was teasing. “Well, I don’t know if I can accept less,” she pouted, eliciting a laugh from Tanner. “But, I can understand your inclination to live in something a little cozier.”

             
“I’d like it to have a playroom,” Tanner added.

             
“Of course, you would,” Natalie taunted. “With the type of mansion you’re describing, I’m sure at least one room can be spared for that.”

             
“We may not have enough time to shop for real estate on this visit. But, we’ll be back. Now that you travel with me, I’d prefer having a home over staying in the hotel each time.”

             
Something about how he said it, gave Natalie a bit of understand into the mystery that was Tanner. He was so strong and self-sufficient. Yet, he’d lost his mother at a young age, and never really had a home. At least, not a home like she’d had.

He
’d lived with his evil stepmother and was raised by his father, more as a business intern, than a son, a son who needed the love of a father. William probably did love Tanner. But, from what she could tell, business always came first.

“I’d prefer a home,” he’d said. Yes, he needed a home. Creating one
, together, was a step in the right direction toward the intimacy Natalie still hoped to see in her life, as much for Tanner, as for herself.

             
There was one place security didn’t follow Tanner and that was into the gym at the hotel. There was no reason to. There were cameras in the gym, and his bodyguards could wait in the hall. Safe enough.

             
In the morning, Tanner took Natalie to the gym. It had one entry and was rather small, but sufficient for their purposes. There was an adjoining weight room with mats and equipment where they could stretch and tone, away from the aerobics machines.

No one else was there, just yet.
It wasn’t likely other guests would choose to work out at this hour. It was way too early. Tanner’s habit was to rise when it was still dark, and Natalie had matched his exuberance to start the day.

They watched each other stretch and warm up, mirrors all around
, in the little room. It became like a dance, or some exotic courting ritual. The more they moved and flowed and watched their reflections, the harder it was to stay away from each other.

             
Natalie had the urge to take Tanner’s gym shorts off and see his heavy cock reflected around the room in the myriad of mirrors. Tanner took it a step further, unable to resist his desires. He strode over to the door to the weight room, without explanation, and locked it. He smiled at Natalie, and threw a towel over the surveillance camera lens in the room, high on the wall.

             
He looked at her, in her tight yoga outfit and bare feet. He felt the pressure of his hard erection, and yanked his shorts down, giving Natalie the view she’d fantasized about only moments before. Her eyes were glued to his swollen and ready dick. He walked toward her, his thigh muscles flexing like a well-toned panther, and his heavy cock swaying.

             
He picked her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. “Now, we’ll have some fun,” he said, with no joviality in his voice.

             
“Turn around,” he commanded, and Natalie was instantly excited. Her nipples pressed against the taught, stretchy fabric covering them. Tanner guided her to grasp the bar of a sturdy piece of equipment, which was just low enough that she had to bend over to reach it.

             
He yanked her tights down, revealing her naked ass, and took pleasure seeing it reflected in numerous mirrors. He picked up a jump rope from a hook near the weights and proceeded to tie her wrists to the metal bar she was holding.

             
“That should hold you, baby,” he said, softly.

             
Natalie’s clit tightened, and her ass tingled with the air from the fans blowing across it. She licked her lips.

             
Tanner fisted his cock, and Natalie looked in the mirrors to see the masculine display reflected around the room. She began to pant. Tanner rubbed his cock lightly across her buttocks, and she quivered.

             
He smacked her ass with one strong hand, and she gasped. He smacked her again, liking the sound, and admiring the red mark it made on her round bottom.

             
He lowered her tights further and made her step out of them, so she was naked below the waist. There’s something about being still half-dressed that could be a real turn on. And, this time it was.

             
Tanner made her stand with her legs wider apart, and he rubbed his hands up and down her slender thighs and over her bare ass. She moaned, quietly in her throat.

             
He slapped her butt twice more. “You liked that, didn’t you?” He said, not expecting her to reply. He cupped her sex with his hand and admired the look of her ass with his hand prints on it. He slipped his fingers over her wet slit, and Natalie felt weak in the knees.

             
With one hand, Tanner held her outer labia open, giving him access to Natalie’s clit. He touched it delicately, noticing that she flinched with the pleasure. He tapped the tip of her clit, feeling how tight it was. His fingers worked magic on her sensitive tissue. He tapped and rubbed, just perfectly.

             
Natalie’s persistent moans told him she would come soon, if he didn’t stop. So, he didn’t stop. He delicately fingered her, watching a sweet orgasm take her, whether she willed it or not. She muffled her scream, being conscious that the bodyguards stood just outside the door of the adjoining room. She didn’t want them breaking down the door in alarm.

             
Natalie’s legs turned to jelly as the orgasm convulsed through her. She felt Tanner behind her. He pressed her against him, and held her around the waist, until she regained some strength.

             
He whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you from behind.” And she was sure it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

             
She felt his weighty penis against her back. It was hot, and desire flowed through her lower body. He stroked her back, giving her a little time to recover. He kissed her shoulders, and moved her hair aside, to kiss the back of her neck. She hadn’t known her neck was so sensitive. His kiss had her clit tensing in preparation.

             
Tanner spread her feet again to give more room for entry. The thrill of anticipation had her nipples punching into the fabric that barely held them.  Natalie was restrained by the rope tying her hands, and by Tanner’s hands on each of her hips.

             
He touched the large knob of his penis to her vagina and she whimpered.

“You’re so wet,” he purred.

              He slipped his cock in further, opening her up, filling her. She began to pant again, and Tanner lost his restraint, and fucked her with gusto. She gripped the metal bar, not that she could move, anyway. And, Tanner held her securely with his strong hands. She could see in the mirrors, his thigh muscles flexed and his biceps pumped.

             
His ass was hard and gorgeously shaped, the strong muscles flexing and contracting as he fucked her. The sight was an erotic onslaught of mirrored images of Tanner, flexing and fucking. Natalie felt her vagina tingle with pleasure.

             
Tanner’s cock pulsed and he began to come. The convulsion of his huge cock inside her sent her over the edge. She panted louder, and shoved her hips back, to match Tanner’s motions. He stroked into her from behind and his entire body tightened. Every muscle flexed as one.

             
Natalie’s vagina gripped Tanner’s cock as it released his warm cum inside her. Natalie screamed, not quite so muffled this time, and came as he unloaded into her. They climaxed together, hot and heavy, catching glimpses in the mirrors of their deviant behavior, replicated over and over, in live action.

             
They relaxed, and Tanner untied Natalie. He rubbed her wrists, ensuring there was no chaffing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and being decadent enough to look at her ass in the endless mirrors, still naked, still his. Working out at the gym had taken on a whole new meaning.

             
Natalie had to separate from Tanner to allow him to work. It was a business trip. His limo service took her wherever she wanted to go. Shopping was her first goal. London is a city filled with department stores and designer boutiques. The widest selection was on Sloane Street. She had no trouble finding a designer handbag at Dior, and a new pair of pumps at Prada.

             
On other days, she shopped Oxford Street, and even went out to Chelsea, just outside London. She even spent most of a day in Harrod’s in South Kensington, ending mid-afternoon. She had a meeting scheduled with Q. Thomas Hawkes at Couture By Thomas.

             
His shop was just as Suzanne had described. She snagged a cappuccino at the espresso bar, and browsed the racks, looking at items offered by other emerging designers while waiting for Thomas. As it turned out, he’d looked at the sketches and photos she’d sent him, before meeting with her.

He looked very fashionable in his gray two-button suit with classic white shirt and black tie. He was younger than she’d imagined, and very enthusiastic. The British aren’t always understated. He was quite the opposite, talking on and on. He filled her in on many of the up-and-coming stars of fashion in Britain. And, he plied her with questions, wanting to get to know her and get a feel for her creative talent.

It was an invigorating meeting, but it left Natalie exhausted, and starved. Luckily, she was going to meet Tanner for dinner as soon as they were done. Thomas agreed to carry her new line, and made her promise to give him a chance to view her latest designs, the new ones she’d been working on, as soon as they were done.

There was no long business discussion. He took the business details in stride, like the decision had been made before she arrived. As usual, the attorneys would hammer out the legal documents.
             

Natalie hugged Thomas like a dear friend, and slipped out the door and into the back of her waiting limo.
The driver delivered her to one of Tanner’s favorite restaurants in London, serving traditional British fare, where he waited at a table by the window.

Tanner had something on his mind, but Natalie wasn’t sure what. They’d been apart more than they’d grown accustomed to. Admittedly, she treasured every minute with him. But, he did have a company to run. Was that it? Had he missed her too?

Half a bottle of the deep red wine was gone, and Tanner had been unusually silent. Natalie took another sip, and happened to glance at the bottle, 1986 Chateau Mouton Rothschild. Tanner had turned her into a wine connoisseur, a label reader, at least. Good wine was becoming a habit. A habit she planned to keep enjoying.

Under the table, Natalie rubbed her foot against Tanner’s. He looked at her with his soft, blue eyes. Her body melted. Unable to resist, she left her chair and slid onto Tanner’s lap.
He smiled. Now, that was better. He was never shy, and her boldness seemed to incite his desire. Natalie felt his swollen cock under her, even through his pants.

She nuzzled against his neck. “What?” She said in a low, sexy voice.

Tanner reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small box. Natalie’s heart stopped.
No, it couldn’t be.

She took the box
in both hands, and delicately opened it. The name Gerrard’s was inscribed in gold lettering inside the lid – an expensive jewelry shop in London – she’d heard of them. Displayed inside was a purple-pink diamond ring in a cushion shape, surrounded by smaller, faint blue diamonds.

“Tanner!” She exclaimed.

She’d heard of one very famous pink diamond, the Hortensia Diamond. There must have been others. She knew from the Hortensia that certain defects during the formation of the diamond caused it to be pink. They were unique, and this one was beautiful.

The exquisite diamonds were set in platinum and 14K rose gold. Purple-pink, and faint blue diamonds, were rare. She could only imagine how much he’d spent on her gift.

It was not an engagement ring, but in a way, it meant more to her. It was from Tanner, and it was a statement about how much he cared for her, in his way. Pink diamonds were becoming increasingly popular as solitaires. She’d wear this one with pride.