Bound by Love (9 page)

Tanner stood and undressed. She watched, enthralled, drinking in his chiseled form
and thick, heavy cock. Never would she cease to be amazed by the man she loved. He was so talented, so gorgeous and so exciting. Surely, she had fallen asleep into a dream that she’d have to awaken from, but she hoped not.

Naked, Tanner stood next to the bed, looking at Natalie, with hot lust in his eyes. She felt a tremor of anticipation down her spine. Tanner guided her to stand, and he slowly, very slowly, undressed her. He kissed her flawless skin as he peeled away each garment. Adoringly,
he admired every inch of her. By the time she was naked before him, her clit was tight and her body tingled.

Tanner sat with his back against the padded headboard, not the kind to tie her to. But, he had other ways. She sat between his legs, her back leaning against his chest. She stroked down his inner thighs, craving his touch and going a little insane at the feel of his hot dick against her low back.

Tanner fingered her pussy, and she spread her legs more to give him easy access. She was wet and needy. It used to embarrass her, how much she desired him, and how little she could do to conceal it. But he enjoyed her passion, and she’d ceased to hide her needs. Their time in London had changed her, yet again.

Natalie pressed her head back against his chest, relishing the pleasure he was giving her. He reached into a side drawer, always prepared, and pulled out a glass toy in the shape of a penis, but it had a curve to it.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” he instructed. With her pussy opened, his fingers touched her outer labia, and she softly moaned. He opened her outer lips and touched the tip of the toy penis to her wet slit. It must have been sitting on a heating pad, because she expected the glass to be cold, but it was body temperature.

The glass tip slid around her cunt, tantalizing and prepping. Natalie ground her hips, and Tanner inserted the penis into her vagina. She moaned again.

The penis slid deeper, and it felt good to her. It became clear why it was in a curved shape. Tanner moved the toy in and out, but tipped it slightly. The knob of the glass began to rub deep inside, behind Natalie’s little clit. It was a spot she hadn’t known was so sensitive.

Tanner rubbed, just so, in a pleasant rhythm and
the nerves of her vagina became one, taught with pleasurable sensation. Her clit was tight, but this time, her entire vagina was clenched.

“Ah-h-h-h,” she whimpered.

With one hand, Tanner continued the delicious stroking with the glass penis. With his other, he massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Natalie closed her eyes. The intense pleasure flowed like molten sex through her body. She had no resistance to the charms of the toy, massaging her hidden spot in her vagina. Tanner held her, his cock bulging and aching with the pleasure he witnessed.

A lovely, feminine scream filled the room, and Natalie realized it was hers. She heard it, as if from a distance, as she was propelled into an earth-shattering climax. Her entire vagina gripped like a fist and her clit tensed into a marble of sensation. Her nipples were taught under Tanner’s pinching fingers. She convulsed, hard and long, panting and moaning until it was over.

Tanner slid the glass out, and placed it on the side table. He held Natalie with one arm around her waist, and the other around her neck. She collapsed in his secure embrace and
sighed, stunned by the experience. Was there a limit to the pleasure she could take? She wasn’t sure.

Tanner rolled her onto her belly, and stroked her back, tenderly. His hot fingers slid down her spine and down her thighs. He placed his palms on her ass, squeezing seductively. He spread her legs, and ran his forefinger along her slit and without stopping, along her asshole. Using his thumb, he pressed against her asshole, lightly forcing the tiny muscles to relax.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t fight it.”

Natalie heard his calming words, and couldn’t help but recall her earlier experiences
when Tanner proceeded in this fashion. But that was then, and this was now. He was being tender and loving. He was giving her pleasure. He wanted to give her more. That’s what he had said.

Tanner reached in the side drawer, apparently his portable toy box, and
pulled out a butt plug. He warmed it with his hand and lubricated it, while continuing to sweetly massage Natalie’s ass and asshole. The plug was high grade silicone. It was a little smaller than he’d used before, and he’d chosen it for that reason.

Natalie felt the hard object touch her asshole. She tensed
, involuntarily.

“Relax. It’s okay,” Tanner whispered. He rubbed the water-based lubricant over her asshole, liberally before touching the lubricated plug to her asshole. Natalie was more relaxed.

Tanner still had lubricant on his fingers. He touched her asshole with the tip of his finger and pressed, a bit more this time. His finger slipped inside her, and Natalie gasped, but seemed to be okay. He slid his finger, in and out, to acclimate her tight ass to the insertion.

Natalie didn’t feel anxious. She was curious. It felt good in a different sort of way. She reminded herself to breath, and tried to stay relaxed.

Tanner removed his finger, and pressed the tip of the plug into her asshole. He waited, not wanting to create a defensive reaction. He rubbed his other hand over her firm buttocks, adoring, cajoling.

The butt plug slid in further, giving Natalie a full sensation. She made an effort to relax her muscles, knowing that would help. The plug slid in further. It didn’t hurt. It felt very intimate, allowing Tanner this anal play.

The plug slid in all the way, and Tanner held the grip at the end, that prevented it from going all the way inside, and allowed him to slide it, in and out. Slowly at first, he slid the greased plug, in and out, still caressing Natalie’s buttocks. The motion created a dilation of the sphincter muscles, and Natalie relaxed more.

Tanner’s cock was rock hard. The view of her firm ass, and the sight of the butt plug fucking her, was more than he could take.
Pre-cum dripped from the red knob of his swollen cock. He moaned with pleasure.

Natalie panted
, softly. She felt filled up, in an unusual, but pleasurable way. Her vagina was tingling with sensation, and her clit was tensed. Her bare nipples rubbed against the bed, further stimulating her.

Just when she’d become accustomed to the feel of the plug, it slid out of her. For a
second, the release of pressure excited her nerves, and she felt relief and pleasure at the same time. This was all new for her.

The hard knob of Tanner’s cock touched her anus and she felt a
sense of closeness to Tanner that was new, different. He gave her a moment, and she relaxed. He didn’t wait too long, taking advantage of the recent stretching of the muscles, he slid his cock into her, part way. She tensed, realized she was doing so, and relaxed again.

Little by little, Tanner slipped his hard cock into her anus, and amazingly, he slid it all the way in. Full to the brim, Natalie felt an internal pressure that was both
exotic and taboo. She couldn’t say it felt bad. There was something about having Tanner’s hard cock buried in her
that way
that was exciting. It was so private. So…taboo.

She shouldn’t be doing this with him. But then, that thought evaporated. It was the taboo nature of the act that gave it added titillation. Natalie allowed a new feeling of pleasure to flow through her.

Tanner slid his cock, in and out, slowly. Testing, feeling, ensuring she was okay. He held himself up, so his weight was not on her. He watched as he fucked her. Natalie’s willingness was a flame to his desire. He didn’t know how long he could hold back.

Unafraid now, Natalie wanted Tanner close to her. She wanted him in every way. Wanted him to possess her, to give him all she had. She pushed her ass up, very slightly, receiving his strokes willingly. Tanner moaned and began to pant louder.

He fucked her a little faster. The pressure on his swollen cock was squeezing him, and pulling his cum. He forced himself to think of something else, anything.

Then, they were fucking as one. Natalie moved only a little, but she relaxed, allowing the pressure inside
her. Tanner fucked and moaned, and Natalie opened her heart to his need, feeling so intimate, so private, fucking this way. She felt him close, deep inside her, and intense pleasure took her.

Natalie felt her clit rub against the bedding underneath her
, and her nipples poke into the sheets. The added stimulation was intensified by the pressure filling her anus. Together, it became an unbearable pleasure. Her orgasm began slowly and gained force, causing every muscle in her body to clench tight.

Tanner felt her response
; her orgasm made him lose any shred of restraint. Her anus tightened, and he had no control. His penis convulsed and hot cum pulsed out of him. He stroked through his forbidden orgasm. He poured his cum into her ass, enjoying the taboo pleasure.

And even more, enjoying how close he felt to her
, crossing the barrier to an intimacy he’d never knew existed. She’d denied him nothing. She’d submitted -
completely
. She’d surely drive him crazy.

L
ater in the week, Tanner decided to go shopping with Natalie, very uncharacteristic for him. Normally, there were plenty of fashion consultants, up to the task. He wanted to see her in Issa, designs that were worn by some of the most glamorous women in the world. After seeing her in several selections, he chose a bright, fuchsia silk dress that accented her pale, blushed skin. Against her thick, dark hair, the color was striking, and the front drape design allowed the fabric to move with her. Tanner was pleased.

They left, followed by the entourage of bodyguards. Natalie admired their ability to blend in, yet stay ever present. Tanner’s good mood over the dress purchase was pleasant for Natalie. She even saw him smile, ever so slightly, at one of the guards. What was with him?

On to Sloane Street, where Natalie picked up a sharply tailored, black trench coat by Versace. Natalie admired the Italian designer, Donatella Versace, and not just for her style. She was a brilliant entrepreneur, being one of the first to use notable celebrities to broadcast her clothing into the world. Natalie had been inspired by Donatella’s advice to aspiring designers, saying success takes passion and personal vision.

Done with shopping, Tanner decided to give Natalie one of the best views of London, from the Shard, formerly L
ondon Bridge Tower. The 95-story skyscraper included a viewing gallery and open-air observation deck. The View from the Shard was a two-level deck with panoramic 360-degree views of the capital and beyond. The high-speed lift took only 30 seconds to reach the View.

Natalie would have said she had a good head for heights, but she’d never been that high before. It was dizzying. She took some deep breaths, and Tanner put his arm around her, holding her close. They took in the exhilarating
view together, and made use of the digital touch screens to see famous landmarks and places of interest, in real time. Audio with sounds of the city, plus interactive features like switching mode from day to night, made the whole experience otherworldly.

On shaky legs, Natalie exited with Tanner holding her, firmly. She’d been transported outside this world, looking in. It was too like her life with Tanner, beyond boundaries and limits, in a world of its own.

Tea sounded great. Tanner’s suggested they catch their breath with tea at The Savoy, a hotel on the Thames with views of the river, the London Eye, and the very heart of London. High tea included a wide selection of teas. Finger sandwiches, freshly baked raisin and plain scones, French pastries and cakes were served. The petite meal was accompanied by a pianist playing on one of the hotel’s traditional white pianos.

She discovered Tanner’s favorite tea was Yorkshire Gold’s English Breakfast Tea, so she tried the same. Although, strong in flavor and pep, it was not bi
tter. Tanner drank it black. Natalie added cream, more to her taste. Delicately, she sipped her tea in proper English fashion and nibbled the treats.

The
British atmosphere of high tea seemed so proper, unlike the wild heat she felt consuming her body every time she looked over at Tanner, with his wind-blown hair and gleaming, pale skin. Even in jeans and a sweater, he exuded a sexual magnetism that did not go unnoticed, considering the polite glances from the female servers. Natalie was used to the admiring looks at Tanner, wherever they went.

The quiet and tranquility of the English atmosphere, piano music, calming tea, and sweet delicacies, reminded Natalie that she was truly in London
. The contrast between the technological atmosphere of the Shard, so high and removed from the city, was stark. She preferred the tea room’s coziness and snuggled in, to sip her steaming tea and compose herself, after the unsettling experience with dizzying height.

Once again, the eerie similarity between the heady experience at the top of the high-speed lift, and her sexual journey with Tanner, did not escape her. She needed these normal, down-to-earth moments to ground her, and keep her connected to reality, at least a little.