Bound by Love (8 page)

Natalie lifted the ring from its case, and placed it on her right ring finger. “It’s lovely,” she ha
lf whispered, and held hand toward the table candlelight, so as to better see the diamond’s reflection. She hugged Tanner, tightly, a bit overwhelmed with the magnitude of the gift.

Tanner was relieved to see that she liked it. He’d spent a long time choosing the perfect pink diamond
, in just the right setting. Giving gifts gave him pleasure. A ring made a statement. He wasn’t sure what statement he was making, but Natalie’s submission, and her unquestioning trust, pulled him closer. Did he love her? It was possible. He just didn’t know.

That night, Natalie took off all her clothes for Tanner, and placed
her pink diamond ring in its velvet box. He told her he wanted her to have absolutely nothing on. He stood in front of her, gazing at her smooth, bare body.

Tanner was as fully naked as Natalie.

“I have something new to tantalize you with,” he said, rubbing his finger along her lower lip. There was a note of danger in his tone, and Natalie felt a thrill run through her.

“Anything,” she whispered. Recklessly, agreeing before knowing what he wanted to do.

Tanner lifted her and put her on the bed, on her back. He’d covered the bed with a soft mat. He opened the bedside drawer, and removed the evening’s implements of torture, placing several white candles on the glass top of the nightstand with assorted brushes and an eye dropper.

Tanner looked at Natalie’s bare skin
, smooth and free of hair. Perfect. He took a bottle of oil and poured some into his hands to warm it. He slathered the oil from his hands over Natalie’s skin, and with sensual motions massaged it in. Up to her neck and down to her ankles, she glistened with the slippery oil. The whole while, she luxuriated in his touch, his fingers and palms finding every inch of her skin and gliding over it.

The nerves in Natalie’s body were awakened by the body massage. Tanner leaned over her and kissed her cheeks and forehead. She closed her eyes, warm with pleasure and he kissed her eyelids. His cock was erect with the anticipation of his next act. He kissed her passionately, unwilling to move away, wanting his tongue inside her mouth.

When he did move back, Natalie noticed the burning candles. “Those are low heat candles. They won’t burn your skin. I bought them especially for you,” he said.

“You’re going to put wax on me?” She asked.

“Yes, baby. You’ll see,” Tanner said.

He ran his fingers over her slick skin, causing her to shiver. He smiled
, deviously. He sat on the bed beside her, taking one candle in his hand, and sucking some melted wax into an eyedropper. He eyed Natalie with a mischievous look. He held his hand over her stomach and her eyes widened.

One squeeze of the dropper allowed a single drop to fall onto Natalie’s bare stomach. The heat was
an unexpected sensation. A fear, that it would burn her, escalated the sensation. Even though, Tanner had told her it would not.

Tanner dropped wax over her stomach and her upper arms. She began to wonder what it would feel like in more erogenous areas. The anticipation made her clit tighten.

Her nipples were stiff, and Tanner’s eyes gleamed. He picked up a small paint brush and dipped it in the candle wax. He delayed, holding it over Natalie’s breasts, letting her worry about when the hot wax would hit her sensitive tissue, and if it would hurt. The anticipation of pain often holds more force than the experience of pain.

Natalie’s fear of Tanner’s actions caused arousal. She hadn’t expected that. He swiped the tip of the brush over one nipple, the heat of the wax teasing it. She gasped. He did the same to the other nipple. Oh, the sweet pain. It was intense pleasure.

Tanner reached over to an ice bucket Natalie hadn’t paid attention to before, and plucked out an ice cube.
Oh, no
.

Tanner held the cube over her breasts, just for an agonizing second, before touching it to the tips of her nipples. The heated nipples sizzled with the cold of the ice cube. “Tanner. Ah, Tanner,” she begged.

“Stay still or I’ll have to tie you up,” he cautioned.

Natalie rolled her head from side to side, scared to move any other part of her body. Tanner tortured her tiny nipples, using the wax and ice, alternately. Natalie didn’t know how much more she could take. She wanted to reach between her legs a
nd rub her clit to get relief, but thought better of it. That would certainly be a punishment-worthy action. She better not.

Tanner bit Natalie’s lower lip and tugged. He kissed her and stroked his tongue along hers. She bravely reached out and wrapped her fist around his huge cock. It was hot and bulging. It felt so good. She wanted his hot dick inside her.

“Watch yourself,” he warned. He removed her hand, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to spurt all over her naked stomach, all wax aside.

Tanner stroked Natalie’s hair and said, “You’re so brave.”

He once again lifted the candle, but this time had some type of small ladle.
Now what?
He spooned a small amount of wax, and dripped it out of the ladle, down Natalie’s thighs, first one and then the other. The shocking warmth trickling down her thighs was intense. As if that wasn’t enough, he carefully let the wax drip across the bare skin of her mons, and Natalie glared at it, suspiciously.

Slowly, a drop worked its way down, stopping just before dripping into her slit. She whimpered. Tanner took an ice cube and held it, hovered over her pubic area. Natalie bit her lip. He pressed the annoying cube against her slit, the ice cold hitting her clit like a sexual onslaught. She screeched.

“Enough of that,” Tanner said, and put his tools of play on the nightstand. He grabbed a soft towel and wiped the softened wax off Natalie’s beautiful skin. It came off the oiled skin easily. He threw the towel on the floor, and took Natalie in is arms. He rubbed along her spine.

“
You drive me insane…your trust, your passion…I’ll consume you,” he breathed, and then kissed her long and hard. He rolled onto the bed on his back with Natalie on top. She pushed to a sitting position to straddle him, looking at his handsome face.

Natalie teetered on the edge of an orgasm, enjoying the thrill, prolonging it. She ran her hands over Tanner’s bare chest and down his abdomen. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls in one hand. He moaned
, deeply. She held his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other, lost in the feral beauty of his sex. She recalled the delicious taste of him from not long ago, and wanted his huge cock in her mouth.

“No,” he said, knowing her intention by the look in her eyes. “I’d never last.”

Tanner lifted Natalie at the waist and lowered her over his rod stiff erection. She gasped as he slid deep into her. Locked together, he held her still, fearing any motion would be his undoing. She looked into his eyes, seeing that he was so close to exploding.

For a minute that seemed to last an eternity, they held on, forcing the delay of gratification. Looking into each other’s eyes, they felt as one. Natalie closed her eyes for a second, fading into the pleasure.

Tanner whispered, “Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch your pleasure.”

He moved under her, just a little, and that was their undoing. Natalie moved
, up and down, in sync with Tanner’s hips. They fucked slowly, not needing more, barely able to hold back at all. Both panted, watching the other. Orgasm took them, and each saw the passion in the other’s eyes. They screamed together at the peak, and continued to fuck. The pleasure convulsed through them, not quick to still.

Natalie collapsed on top of Tanner. He held her securely. “You play a dangerous game, baby,” he whispered, half to himself. Natalie had no strength to move or respond. She ran the tip of her index finger across his skin,
as her only acknowledgment.

             
The next day, sightseeing was planned, but Tanner had to stop by his high-rise in London’s Central Business District. His staff had not arrived yet. It was early. While Tanner made his call to Brazil, just before closing time in Rio de Janeiro, Natalie waited. Natalie heard him talking about Fashion Week in Rio for the following spring.

She stepped to the window of his office on the thirtieth floor of
Clarke Luxury Brands, London operations. From the picture window in Clarke’s concrete business structure, she had a clear view of early morning London.

Natalie
had been getting around on her own, with the help of Tanner’s efficient limo service. Situated on the River Thames, London was unique, compared to other cities. She’d taken photos of the Tower Bridge, the huge bridge that spanned the river.

She’d shopped at
Leadenhall Market, a glass-roofed galleria, which she learned was probably influenced by the Galleria in Milan where she’d shopped not long ago, on her trip to Italy. She was starting to feel like a world traveler.

Natalie never dreamed she’d see Buckingham Palace,
the official residence of the British Monarch, or the gothic architecture of Westminster Abby. She’d even crossed through the major junction of Piccadilly Circus, at London’s west end, on one of her shopping trips.

She’d had a chance to call New York, yesterday. She’d raved about London, on and on, finally giving Jazzy a chance to talk about her wedding plans. Many decisions had to be made, and she relied of Natalie for opinions. Plus, Natalie had emailed the preliminary sketches of the wedding dress
, and Jazzy wanted to give her feedback.

Natalie’s thoughts came back to the present. Tanner stood beside her. His
call had been intense, but short, and he was ready to leave for their outing. He had Natalie’s hand, and was leading her out of the building to take her to the London Eye, located on the South Bank of the river, where he had secured priority seating. The giant Ferris wheel was one of the highest public viewing points in the city.

Tanner bounced ahead like a kid going to a carnival and Natalie jogged to keep up
(as did the professional bodyguards, following along at a comfortable distance). The couple giggled like any young romantic pair, off to have fun and see the sights of London. Both were bundled in winter coats over casual wear, since the temperature in London was hanging around 46 degrees, on a good day.

First stop, a small coffee shop on the Thames waterfront, for coffee and
British breakfast biscuits, which Natalie loved. The biscuit was a whole-wheat English muffin with Gouda cheese, tomato, egg and arugula. The shop made an excellent cappuccino. Tanner had been there before, so knew he could expect good coffee and good food.

The day flew by,
filled with awe-inspiring views of London. After a long day of sightseeing, came dinner at a waterside inn that served French cuisine. The main course was a faultlessly-cooked, rabbit from Poitou-Charentes with fresh-dug potatoes and lush market vegetables. Natalie was too full for dessert, and had to decline the decadent concoctions the waiter displayed.

Tanner decided to introduce her to
vintage tawny port, cellared for decades. The nutty aroma with the raisin, caramel taste was one Natalie enjoyed. The port was very rich. Tanner mentioned that all port is wine fortified with brandy, which explained why Natalie felt a bit giddy. The Cotswold Port was a good choice, but potent.

Natalie
’s mild inebriation gave her a flushed radiance, and Tanner took the opportunity to admire her singular beauty. He had enjoyed the day as much as she had. He hoped she would acquiesce to what he had planned. It was bold of him, but he was compelled to try.

The room at the Ath
enaeum was simple, but elegant. Decorated in classic English styling, gold and cream colors with some deep reds, for accent, it was romantic. The bed was plush and the fabric sofa was soft. Natalie noticed the effect of the Port was beginning to wear off.  She needed her wits about her, with Tanner. Sex had become an exhilarating treat. No boundaries to their mutual pleasure existed. Or, so it seemed to Natalie.

Tanner helped her out of her coat, and hung it with his. He lifted her off her feet, as he often did, and kissed her, sending electricity through her body
, attuned to his touch. He stepped to the bed and positioned himself on his back with Natalie on top of him, still fully clothed. She smiled. Her thick hair fell around her shoulders, and Tanner grasped the bulk of it in his hand to pull her head back and expose her neck.

She looked so vulnerable, almost naïve, which she no longer was. He rolled her off, so she was beside him, and propped his body up on one elbow. He looked at her, and stroked her check with his fingertips. The gentle gesture disarmed Natalie.
What did he have in mind?

“I want you to relax, tonight,” he said. “I want to give you pleasure…new pleasure…more pleasure. Will you let me do that?”

Didn’t she always? He was prepping her for something, and though this was his way to reassure her, she felt butterflies in her stomach. The excitement made her body tingle. Yet, the fear of how far he might take them, had her nervous.

This is Tanner, she told herself. That thought always made her feel safe. He cared for her and protected her. There was no reason he would hurt her. She reached up to touch his perfect face, reaffirming that he was real. “Okay,” was all she said, though many thoughts swirled through her
mind.