Naked Submission (5 page)

Tanner looked exceptionally dashing in his light beige suit
, and tie that had a sheen to it. It matched his gleaming, auburn hair, and Natalie realized she’d stopped breathing, the instant she saw him.

“Breathe,”
he said, looking at her expression. His heart swelled at the sight of her, dressed for their evening together. Leona had provided excellent instructions on wardrobe usage. Natalie chose a Valentino, lace-trim, organza dress with a thin belt and long, see-through sleeves. The elegant dress had an understated elegance.

His eyes went down to the Louboutin, ankle-strap, matching heels that had to be over four inches high, making her shapely legs appear oh-so-temptingly long. His eyes went from the feminine shoes, up her smooth legs to the short skirt, and he began to imagine what he was going to do with her, later.

“Let’s go eat,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re going to need your strength.”

The restaurant’s deep red, Italian carpet and thick, floor-length drapes, contrasted with the white linens and set off with paintings of the Italian countryside, gave Boeucc its classy ambiance. Service was impeccable, and the food delicious. Natalie found that all the activity had given her an appetite.

T
anner was delighted when the waiter informed him that a 2004 Cristal Brut was available. He was in the mood to celebrate, and Roederer’s bubbly nectar was the perfect choice. He watched Natalie breathe in the aroma, just like he’d shown her how to do.

“Apple blossoms,” she said
, when the scent of fruit and flowers wafted up. She took a sip of the light, bright-gold liquid. It was so fresh and delicate. She could really learn to like this.

She turned the bottle toward her
, so she could read the label. “Louis Roederer…I’ll have to remember that. This is worth repeating,” she said, noting the smile on Tanner’s face.

Sometimes
, he was so easy to please. And, other times….

“I’m having such a wonderful time,” she
beamed. Tanner saw the glow, in her otherwise pale skin, and was glad that she’d come with him on this trip. He found, seeing her experience such pleasure, had a profound effect on him. He took note of that. There was something different about this adorable woman. He marveled, yet again, at the contradiction that was Natalie Baker.

She looked young and innocent
, while at the same time, ultimately sexy. It was something about her flawless skin, deep brown eyes, and angelic look. He couldn’t put his finger on it. He just knew, it was a complete package that made her irresistible. He felt confident that he could keep her under his spell. She had no other sexual experience. He could show her everything, mold her as he wished.

“I know the chef,” he told her. “
I took the liberty of ordering. I’ll spare you the Italian names – you’d recognize the dishes as the chef’s French Onion Soup, Italian Fish Fillets and, for dessert, real Italian Gelato.”

Tanner seemed pleased with his choices
, and with the restaurant, overall. Only once, his eyes darkened when a young waiter refilled the water glasses, and smiled at Natalie. She smiled back, innocently, and noted Tanner’s reaction.
He can’t possibly think I’m flirting with a waiter I’ve never seen before, can he?

Through dinner
, they chatted about Milan and the sights Natalie had seen so far, plus everything Tanner wanted to show her. But, the whole time Tanner seemed to have something on his mind. Natalie was starting to expect his mood shifts. He could appear to be enjoying her company one minute, and be miles away the next. She wondered if his mind was on business. He did come to Milan to work, and not just entertain her.

She
didn’t have wonder, for long. Tanner revealed his thoughts, as the dessert dishes were removed, and Italian coffee was served. “You were curious about the room, the one with the locked door,” he said.

Natalie was instantly attentive, bracing herself. She could tell by his stern expression
, that what was in that room, weighed heavily on his mind. “Yes, you said you’d tell me later…it’s later,” she said.

Tanner looked at her with cold
, blue eyes. He assessed her for a few moments, before starting to speak. “It’s a playroom,” he told her.

“You have children?” she said
, incredulously.

“No, it’s a playroom for adults,” he corrected.

Natalie looked at him blankly, sure she should know what he was talking about, but nothing came to mind. His piercing, blue eyes stared at her, and she squirmed. “You’ll have to explain,” she told him.

“Sex toys enhance the pain, pleasure experience. I have quite a few
, and like to have a private place to enjoy them. Later, I’m going to take you in the room, and show you, baby. We’re going to try it out,” he said.

“Oh,” was all Natalie could get
out. She knew she was entering unknown territory. Tanner was going to introduce her to his sexual preferences. Surely, she should be offended, but her lower body flooded with excitement, in defiance of her conscience.

“I’ll show you. Remember
, I’ll never hurt you. And you have your safeword, so you are always in control, okay?” he stated.

Natalie just nodded. She wanted to ask questions
, but couldn’t think of what to ask.

“
If you’re ready,” he said, “let’s go.” Natalie felt safe when Tanner took her hand, firmly, and guided her out of the upscale establishment.
This is Tanner. He won’t hurt me.

Tanner escorted her to the front of the large stone building
, housing the restaurant. Pietro, a fatherly-looking Italian chauffeur, dressed in formal attire, drove up, and came around to open the door to the silver Bentley. She settled into the cream-colored leather interior. Tanner inquired if she was cold. She was, just a little. The Mulsanne was climate-controlled, by area. Her soft seat warmed underneath her, as soon as he adjusted the temperature for her.

She was so
comfortable in the warmth of the expensive car, and replete from the delicious meal, that she would have fallen asleep - were it not for anxiety concerning her impending introduction to Tanner’s playroom.

She noticed the ever—
present security team that seemed to follow everywhere, like shadows. They were in a different car than the one in New York, which made sense, since it was a different crew. Billionaires have a lot of money, she reflected, but it takes a lot of money to support the large staff that’s required. She scanned over the personal employees she knew of: bodyguards, assistant, chef, maid, chauffeur, and fashion consultant. And, she was positive she’d only seen the tip of the iceberg.

Natalie’s heart pounded in her chest. Tanner
put his arm around her waist, and led her upstairs, to the forbidden room. On the trip home, he’d held her close to him, possessively. His male scent, and expensive cologne, aroused her. She couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants, and was tempted to unzip them, to release his hard cock to view. But, the Bentley didn’t have a privacy panel like the New York limo did.

Now
, she felt a bit timid, knowing something new and erotic was in store for her. She had to remind herself to breathe. She’d been holding her breath, while Tanner unlocked the carved, wooden door with a gold key.

At first,
nothing appeared shocking. The wood floor gleamed, in the soft light Tanner switched on. There were two, plush deep-brown sofas, and a large, high bed with satin sheets. In its parts, it was an attractive room. But as a whole, it gave a sensual, dark message. “Breathe,” she commanded herself, silently. “Breathe.”

Tanner stepped behind her
, and wrapped her in his arms. “Don’t be afraid, baby,” he whispered. “We’ll take it slow.”

She’d
worn silk stocking, with lace at the top, and a white lace garter belt to dinner, at Tanner’s request. He asked her to undress for him, leaving on the stockings and garter. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, looking at her naked body, accentuated by the lovely garments.

Tanner
buried his hands in her luxurious hair, and kissed her, passionately. He was breathing heavily, when he stepped back, to remove his clothes. Natalie waited in admiration, never tiring of seeing his sculpted form. He could be carved from stone, as hard and lean as he was. He turned to hang his pants on a metal hook, and lowered his boxers, revealing his firm, masculine ass.

Natalie
swallowed, thickly. Before she recovered from the rear view, Tanner turned and his heavy cock swayed. Her eyes locked onto the exquisite view. His smooth, chiseled Adonis body, and the view of his balls tight under his erection, without hair or even so much as a blemish to mar the male aesthetics, tantalized her.

“Like what you see?” He grinned.

“Very much,” she smiled back.

Tanner’s
smile didn’t extend to his eyes, and Natalie was curious about his mood.

“You’re mine -
only mine. You know that, don’t you?” He said sternly, his mood shifting so suddenly, it caught her off guard.

Natalie just looked at him with big eyes. “The handsome waiter found you as seductive as I do,” he started. “He wanted you. Why did you smile back at him? Did you want him too?” His tone was intimidating.

So, this is where this is going
. The degree of Tanner’s insecurity mismatched his gorgeous body, and secure stature in life.
What had made him this way?

“I wasn’t flirting with that waiter. I was just being nice. What’s wrong with you?” She was amazed at his reaction.

“I don’t want you flirting with other men,” he declared. “It encourages them….you deserve punishment.”

Natalie was unable to move or speak. She had no idea how to deal with this. Tanner reached
toward the wall, and plucked a suede paddle that was hanging there. He glared at her, and she flinched. He stepped forward, and she stepped back.

“Baby, I want you to do something for me. This
paddle is suede. It will smart, but it won’t do any lasting damage. Remember to use the safeword, if you feel it’s too much, okay?” He said. “You remember the word you chose, don’t you?”

Natalie nodded
.

“What is it?” He asked. “Say it.”

Natalie gulped. “Home,” she said, hoarsely, “the word is….home.”

Tanner moved close
r to her, his face within an inch of hers. “Yes, baby. You say that word, if you need to,” he told her, and lifted her chin to kiss her, hotly. His arm went around her waist, and he guided her to a bench. It was leather-covered and rounded. “Lean over,” he ordered.

Natalie leaned over the bench. The round shape lifted her hips up, letting her upper body hang down. It placed her bare ass up, giving Tanner clear access. She felt a pang of fear.
Would this hurt?

“Ten strokes this time,” he said in his deep baritone. “Do you feel the cool leather against yo
ur nipples?”

“Yes,” Natalie whispered.

Tanner’s hot hand caressed her naked buttocks. She felt her clit clench in pleasure, yet she knew pain was to come. “One,” he called, and his loving hand was removed. She felt a firm swat of the suede paddle, and yelped.

“Two,” he counted
, and smacked again. Natalie felt tears in her eyes. It didn’t really hurt like she’d anticipated. But, she thought she ought to feel demeaned. That would be the moral feeling. Yet, she didn’t. She felt loved. A confusion of emotions surfaced. More tears welled in her eyes.

She didn’t dislike the punishment. It made her hot,
hotter for Tanner than she’d been before. She was submitting to him. That was certain. But, she didn’t feel any rebellion surfacing. Each time the tantalizing paddle swatted her bottom, she felt heat flood her body, and wetness between her legs.

After the last stroke, there was silence. Natalie felt a pleasant sting on her redden
ed buttocks. Her nipples pressed against the leather under her, and her clit begged to be touched. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, before Tanner gently lifted her from the bench, and into his arms.

“You did so well,” he complimented. “You didn’t need
to use the safeword. So, that was okay for you?”

Natalie pulled back to look into his blue eyes. He’d just punished her, hadn’t he? But
, he looked so innocent, so caring. Her heart wrenched, and she pressed up on her toes to kiss him on the lips, conveying her desire.

Tanner kissed her hard
, and dipped his hot tongue into her soft mouth, swirling and caressing. He pulled back to look at her. She didn’t react as he’d predicted. The playroom was new to her. Yet, she was so brave. She’d submitted, and even seemed to enjoy it. She’d enjoyed it, even with so little experience, and the fear she must have had. His heart surged, and his warm cock jerked, betraying his pleasure at her responses.

Tanner was relieved
there was no need for a condom. He needed the raw feel of her wet cunt, around his swollen dick. He lifted her into his arms, as if she was a feather, and carried her to a wide bed with shiny, satin sheets. He leaned back onto the bed, placing her on top, so she straddled him. She still wore the silk stockings and lace garter belt.