Naked Submission (6 page)

She stroked his hot, engorged penis. He guided her hand to hold more tightly
, over the hard knob at the top. He took his finger and smeared the thick pre-cum around the tip. Natalie watched with interest. She wanted to learn what pleased him. She placed a finger at the very tip of the knob, and smeared the wetness around, just as he had. His groan rewarded her.

She wanted to continue stroking him
, but Tanner knew he couldn’t hold out. He softly caressed her bare bottom, and the knowledge that he’d paddled her, swelled his cock larger. He placed both hands at her hip bones, and lifted her up. Grabbing his huge cock in one hand, he guided the tip to her sex, and lifted his hips to enter her.

Natalie threw her head back
, and moaned with pleasure. Before Tanner could control her, she plunged down over his hot dick, craving to have him fill her up, completely.

She moved
, up and down, on his big cock. New sensations radiated through her. Sitting on top shortened the length of her vagina, and she felt him pierce her, deeply. She panted and moved, faster and faster. Tanner moaned with pleasure. She was like a wild animal pumping over him. His hips moved, up and down, with her.

Without warning
, a delicious orgasm began to flood through her, and she groaned with erotic delight. Her strong vaginal muscles convulsed around Tanner, and his cock began to spurt. He moaned and ground his hips, up and into her. They came together, shouting their pleasure in the sanctity of the private room, where no one could hear.

In the morning, Natalie would have been happy to sit on the grassy patio and enjoy the warmth of the sun. Tanner had other ideas
, and whisked her away to Milan to Caffe Cova, one of Milan’s oldest coffee houses, leaving Giovanni without the task of preparing breakfast. The talented chef would have to serve his wealthy boss another time.

The cappuccino was the best she’d ever tasted, along with the fluffy pastry. Tanner had espresso and a pastry of his own. Natalie had dressed for shopping
in her black, Burberry skinny jeans. She was quite enjoying her designer fashions. Leona had excellent taste. Pietro was going to take her to the fashion section of Milan, while Tanner tended to business.

She stood to leave the table
, and saw Tanner eye her long-legged look in the tight jeans. She smiled, coquettishly, and desire flashed in his eyes.

“Te
ase me and I’ll peel those skin-tight pants down your legs, despite any voyeuristic eyes that might be watching,” he threatened. Natalie considered tempting him further, but he might not be bluffing. She thought better of it.

“
Pietro will bring you back, in time for cocktails before dinner. You have all day, so see how much money you can spend. I like seeing you in expensive clothes. You look better in them than the models I hire to flaunt them,” he smirked.

Pietr
o drove her to quadrilatero della moda, the fashion district of Milan, composed of the city’s most prestigious shopping streets. Tanner had sent a solo security guard, to assist her and carry packages. She was getting used to being guarded. There was no way he was going to send her off into the city, alone and unprotected.

A plethora of designers were at her fingertips: Valentino, Gucci, Versace, Prada, Armani
, and many more. She had instructions to buy flattering clothes. Tanner wanted to see her in them, and he was paying for them.

It was a woman’s fashion wonderland
, and Natalie had no trouble finding items to fall in love with. As a bonus, her creative mind was in overdrive, and she was flooded with new design ideas of her own. She began scribbling notes, and making tiny sketches, on a memo pad she carried in her bag.

She never realized she was tired
, until she slipped into a small café to rest and have her second cappuccino of the day with some hot Italian soup, which was warm and delicious. Her feet were hurting, even though she’d worn brushed leather Mui Mui boots, thinking they’d be easy to walk in. She felt like she’d walked miles, but was exhilarated by the experience of shopping in Milan.

When
, at last, Pietro opened the door of the Bentley, and escorted her to the door of Tanner’s office building, she realized cocktails with Tanner would be a welcome relaxation. Maybe, she could even put her feet up.

She entered the lobby of Clarke
Luxury Brands. The receptionist would be expecting her. That was just how Tanner did things. Everything provided for, and planned in advance.

However, the scene that greeted her was not anything she could have anticipated. A shrill woman’s voice pierced her ears. The woman was clearly angry. She was very tall and extremely th
in, obviously a model. Her makeup was bold and artistic. Her hair long, black hair, pouty lips with bright red lipstick, and translucent skin gave her a classy, yet sexy, look.

The
amazing part was that Tanner had a grip on her arm, and she was angrily pulling free. Tanner’s shocked look at seeing Natalie witnessing the scene, said it all. She’d caught him. She just wasn’t sure, what she’d caught him doing with this woman.

Possibly
, she was one of his models, but that idea was dispelled the moment she shouted, “Fuck you, Tanner. I was in your playroom, when your desire called for it. And now, you turn me away with your cold, arrogant attitude. You cannot blow me off like this. You owe me. I’m not a woman to be shunned, so carelessly.” And she stalked out of the lobby, her spiky heels clicking on the marble floor.

The rage in Tanner’s face was evident. Natalie froze, not wanting it to redirect at her. But
, when he looked over at her, his eyes softened. “I’m sorry, baby. You shouldn’t have had to see that,” he apologized.

Natalie was stunned
, and jealousy seeped into her, despite her efforts to push it aside. That beautiful woman had a relationship with Tanner, maybe still did. After all, Tanner had never said Natalie was the only woman he was currently having sex with. The thought made her shudder.

“C
ome in,” he pleaded, and walked over to guide her down the hall, and into his office. She walked, willing herself to run away, but unable to do so. He sat her down on a soft chair in his massive office. The huge window framed a striking scene of the business district of Milan. But, Natalie saw nothing. Her heart wrenched, and she felt slightly ill.

Tanner was concerned. He handed her some water and commanded her to drink
, which she did without comment. He knelt in front of her, and reached up to sweep her hair away from her face, and run his fingertips along her cheek.

“It’s not what you think,” he explained. “
Aime is someone I knew…before. She came here…demanding…thinking she could order me about. She was insulted that I didn’t respond to her charms. In fact, she flew into a rage. I refused her, and she is vengeful. I am so sorry you came in, at that moment.”

Na
talie looked into Tanner’s baby blue eyes, and saw the man she’d trusted last night. She wanted to reject him, but the sincerity in his expression calmed her. It seemed that he didn’t have a relationship with the model now – but, in the past. “Were you close?” She asked. “Did you love her?”

Tanner knew he had explaining to do. He had nothing to hide
, but he knew he’d have to approach this correctly. “Let’s go somewhere, baby. I want to tell you everything, if you’ll let me.”

Natalie was not one to refuse Tanner
, and this was no exception. She went with him to a quiet bar near his office. He secured a table in a private room, and a bottle of 2006 Brunello di Montalcino, a dense, dark red wine was served with rabbit pate and Italian bread. Natalie couldn’t eat. She sipped the wine, more rapidly than was wise, but it did calm her.

She looked at Tanner
, hoping she really wanted to hear his explanation. Tanner had to admit to himself that his reaction to Aime Hall, the supermodel he’d shared his playroom with, came as a surprise. He’d had plenty of women, and Aime knew how to satisfy him. She fell easily into the submissive role in the bedroom, where it really mattered.

In the past, Tanner would have welcomed her
, and fucked her, in every way he knew how. But, her advances left him cold. He couldn’t fathom the change. A surge of panic went through him, that Natalie was the only woman he wanted. He’d never been a one-woman guy. He knew he couldn’t forgo his exotic sexual tastes. Yet, he seemed to want to be with Natalie, obsessively.

“I’ve told you
, I have unusual sexual tastes. You’ve seen my playroom, so you are starting to see the depths of my depravity,” he confessed.

Natalie
knew, when Tanner took her to the playroom, that she couldn’t be the first to taste its forbidden pleasures. Yet, seeing a woman up close, who’d been there before, distressed her. She had no right to be jealous. Tanner didn’t belong to her. If anything, it was the other way around. She belonged to him. But, could she ask him for fidelity?

“The typ
e of sex I enjoy has a name. It’s known as bdsm, which spelled out is - bondage, domination, sadism, masochism. Fancy terms, for what we do,” he described.

“We?”
Natalie asked, with big eyes. Sadism, masochism - that couldn’t be good. Natalie should be turning away from Tanner, but she felt drawn in. She had her own dark side, she realized.

“I was in an excl
usive group that practiced that type of sexual activity. I don’t think it’s the time for me to go into the finer details of what we did. But, I think you have some idea, after last night.

Anyway,
Aime was in that group. I have an independent nature, more of a leader than a joiner. I didn’t last long in the group. But, Aime was clearly attracted to me, and I was attracted to her. We engaged in a relationship for our mutual sexual pleasure. But no, I don’t love her. I never have,” he concluded.

“How long did you have a relationship with her?” Natalie pressed.

“Years,” Tanner answered.

“How many years?
” Natalie asked.

“I don’t recall
, exactly. I’d see her when I was in Milan. It went on for some time. I’d ended it, last time I was here. She started to want more from me, and became demanding, outside of the bedroom. I had no intention of having a long-term relationship with her, especially not a romantic relationship. In fact, I’m not sure I’m capable of it. She took the rejection hard, but what could she do?

Now that I’m here
, she came to see me, hoping to resume our former sex play. She’d heard I was in Milan. As you witnessed, she refused to accept that I don’t intend to have sex with her anymore.”

Tanner looked at Natalie
, and waited. He seemed done with the story. Natalie wondered how many other women there had been, but wasn’t emotionally strong enough, after hearing the story of Aime, to ask further questions.

When Natalie didn’t say anything, Tanner added, “I’ve never pretended to be something I’m not. I told you of my sexual habits from the beginning. I avoided involving you in my lifestyle
, for as long as I could. But, as we both know, you refused to heed my warnings. I’m not open to romantic involvement. I like sex, and I like it a certain way.

From what I can tell, you like what we’ve done so far. I plan to share more with you. I crave you
Natalie, and I intend to do many things with you, that may seem bold. But, if you’ll put aside your preconceived ideas about what’s acceptable and what’s not, I think I’ll give you great physical pleasure. And, that’s what I promised.”

Natalie’s heart tightened. She wanted Tanner
, and it seemed no misbehavior on his part would discourage her. She knew the magnitude of her feelings for him, but she wasn’t about to confess them now. And, it wouldn’t matter anyway.

She knew he had a good heart
, and why he couldn’t get in touch with his own tenderness was beyond her understanding. She knew she’d stay with him, whether he could admit love or not, hoping that her strength was enough for both of them. And, that ultimately, she’d be able to melt that cold heart of his.

Natalie suggest
ed they go back to Tanner’s mansion, and give Giovanni the chance to cook for them. He agreed, wanting to be alone with her. The chef was delighted to be of service, and prepared a delicious seafood stew with crusty Italian bread.

Natalie discovered that
, on the lower level, Tanner had a wine cellar with thick, stone walls, filled with expensive bottles of various vintages. She browsed the labels, looking forward to sharing more of these exquisite wines.

In the cool subterranean cellar, smelling of wine barrels and aged wine, Tanner pinned her to the wall, holding her hands over her head and kissing her violently
, as if to release his anger from earlier, and warn her of what he intended to do, later in the evening. Natalie was in no mood to be intimidated, and kissed back with equal intensity.

Tanner’s cock hardened with the excitement of her passion. He let her go suddenly, knowing his restraint was weakening quickly
, and left the room without a word. She was left to follow him upstairs to the dining room, her heart pounding, and her lower body heated in preparation.