Naked Submission (7 page)

Tanner ignored her through most of dinner
, seeming preoccupied. Natalie couldn’t tell what was on his mind, but all became clear, the moment dinner was over. He’d barely contained himself through the meal, and had avoided her look, waiting for their time in the playroom.

Once inside, Tanner swelled with lust. He walked with purpose to a wooden chest
, and pulled out several, lacy garments. He turned toward her, eyes blazing. His muscles were taught, and gave Natalie the impression of a graceful leopard, stalking prey.

“Put these on,” he commanded. Natalie was reticent
, while at the same time sexually aroused. She didn’t understand her responses anymore. Never would she have dreamed that kinky sex was her preference. But, the more she had sex with Tanner, the more she craved his innovativeness.

The red lace garment was a cup-less bra that pushed her firm breasts higher, and made her nipples poke out, invitingly. She felt more naked with it on, than with it off. The lacy panties were crotch-less. She’d never dreamed of wearing such inviting panties, but Tanner was clearly inspired by them.

He’d already stripped to his boxers, while she put on the sexy underwear. She had an irresistible urge to see his beautiful cock, and stepped forward to kneel before him. She placed her slender hands at the waistband, and looked up into his blue eyes, which darkened in response. Slowly, she pulled down the boxers, and allowed his hard erection to spring to view, running her hand over his smooth, bare pubic area.

She leaned in to kiss his hot dick, and licked up and down, loving the smell of male sex. She sensed that she was being more forward than a submissive ought to be, but Tanner didn’t stop her. When he couldn’t take more, he leaned down, and placed his hands under her arms, to lift her to a standing position. He kissed her deeply, before leading her over to a thickly stuffed, bench-like seat, just long enough for her to lie down on.

Once she was on her back, Tanner reached under the sensual piece of furniture, and retrieved a black, cotton rope. Natalie’s thoughts ran wild, and she said the safeword several times silently, ensuring it was in mind, in case she needed to stop. There was an ornate grid of carved wood at the head of the bench, and Tanner tied both of Natalie’s wrists to it with the non-chaffing rope. She could move, but had to keep her hands over her head, and couldn’t touch Tanner.

Her soft, round breasts looked ever more erotic with her hands bound, and the lace support shoving them up. Tanner bent to suck her hard, red nipples, and she writhed in pleasure. He kept biting and tugging at them, until Natalie felt an orgasm threaten. Tanner saw her body tighten, and pulled away.

From a small box under the bench, he took two, solid brass clamps, linked together by a gold chain. Natalie looked at the mysterious items. “Nipple clamps,” he said. “They are adjustable and rubber-coated, so they shouldn’t injure you. But, they will push you to a new limit of pain that will feel like pleasure.”

He clamped them onto her swollen nipples, and watched her face, while he created just the right pressure. She clenched her jaw, resisting the intense pleasure from the precisely-adjusted tension on her nipples. Ah, the glorious pain.

Tanner ran his fingers over her body possessively, and she wiggled in response. He stroked over her sex, exposed by the crotch-less panties, and she gasped. Then, his hot fingers slid down her inner thighs and to her ankles. Tanner found Natalie’s flawless bare skin the most erotic sight he could imagine. He wanted to eat her alive. From the end of the bench, he looked up at her innocent face.

He gripped her ankles, and began to suck each of her toes. Natalie moaned loudly. It seemed her toes had a direct link to her clit. The more he sucked, the more her tiny clit tightened, and her whole body tensed. All the while, the little clamps worked their magic, and her distended nipples ached.

Pleased with his erotic torture, Tanner slid up, pulled up the lace strip of her panties, and buried his face in her pussy. Her neatly-trimmed pubic hair was sensual. He normally liked his women waxed, but found Natalie’s strip of hair a total turn-on. None of the normal rules seemed to apply to her. He became unnerved realizing the effect she had on him, as no other woman ever had.

He was in charge here, no matter the spell she cast over him. He reached again into the box under the sexual bench, and held a tiny, bullet vibrator in front of Natalie’s eyes. Now, she knew what that was. But, she saw the look in Tanner’s eyes, and perceived that his use of the illicit item wouldn’t compare to her personal use. His blue eyes darkened at the prospect of further torture.

Tanner spread Natalie’s thighs to gain full access. He could see her reddened nipples, stimulated by the tight clamps. Her hands were above her head, making her completely vulnerable. He turned the vibrator to a low setting, and began to run it over her body. Every nerve ending in her body came to life.

He ran the silver bullet under her arms and across the tops of her breasts; down her belly and inner thighs. Then, he watched her expression as he ran it across the sensitive bottoms of her feet. She knew the low vibrations should have tickled, but it was too intense and it hurt – no, it was intense pleasure. Either - she couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Tanner lifted the vibrator and, for a moment, she stilled. Then, he put the tip inside her wet opening. The slow vibration coursed through her, and felt wonderful. He pushed it in a bit further, and Natalie opened her thighs, welcoming the sensation.

Tanner pulled it back, and allowed the tip to run across her clit. She moaned, and gripped the rope around her wrists, to hold on. But, nothing gave her any support. She was at Tanner’s mercy.

He, alternately, dipped the vibrator into her and ran it over her clit. He relished the sexual torture, and watched her eyes glaze over. “Baby,” he whispered. Natalie whimpered, and began to cry, as it was the only release she could get.

Tanner teased her again and again. Using the vibrator to stimulate her, and withdrawing before she could come.

“Tanner… I can’t,” she began pleading with him.

“What baby? You have to say it. What do you want? Tell me,” he said. “Say it.”

Natalie wasn’t sure she could speak. Her body tensed, her clit was like a marble, and her nipples were so sensitive, it was beyond endurance. “I need to come… please. I…need…please,” she breathed.

Tanner delighted in controlling her pleasure, knowing he was pushing her to a new limit. He adored the soft, obedient look on her face. Her flushed cheeks made his cock hard as a rock, and he reeled with the feeling of power over her.

He increased the speed of the vibrator by moving the little switch. He plunged it inside her, and fucked her with it slowly, then gradually faster. Natalie’s hips moved up and down, trying to engulf the instrument of pleasure. She craved the powerful orgasm that had threatened for endless, torturous minutes. She needed it, and she needed it now.

Tanner jerked the vibrator out of her, and replaced it with his fingers. Then, she felt the vibrator on her sex. He moved it over the covering of her hard clit, knowing direct contact would be too intense.

His fingers fucked her, and the vibrator sent her clit into the final convulsions. Her vagina gripped his fingers, and hard waves of orgasm rolled through her. She lost track of where or when or how. Only the intense pleasure, centered in her pussy, existed. Welcome relief flowed through her, as the orgasm released the built-up tension, and freed her from the unendurable pain.

She sighed, at last. Tanner had removed the nipple clamps, already. She hadn’t noticed, but now felt her nipples tingle. Her whole body relaxed in ecstasy, and she wasn’t sure she could move, ever. Tanner fisted his cock. The sight of Natalie, in her post-orgasmic state, had his cock dripping.

Natalie opened her eyes to the masculine display of Tanner, rubbing his huge swollen cock. With his other hand, he reached up to loosen the knot in the rope binding her wrists, and freed them. She rubbed each wrist, but there was no soreness. She moved her arms to restore full circulation, not taking her eyes off Tanner’s virile display.

He was showing off for her, rubbing his hard cock, proud of his manhood. His thighs flexed, and his cock got wetter, as he squeezed the head of it. He groaned deeply, and was aroused further, because Natalie was watching him. His biceps flexed and his nipples were rock hard. Natalie watched, thinking nothing was more masculine than Tanner and his big cock.

Tanner looked, intently, into Natalie’s dark brown eyes. She saw his jaw clench and his muscles tighten. His eyes closed briefly, but he opened them, so she would see his expression.

One hand pumped his cock, while his other cupped and rolled his hot balls. He squeezed his balls and he gripped his cock harder, stroking intently. His hot cum spurted, and he moaned in his deep, baritone voice. The hot liquid poured onto Natalie’s belly. She watched, in awe, as Tanner gave himself to the powerful orgasm.

The intimacy, of Tanner allowing her to witness such a private act, touched her deeply. Once he’d wiped her off with a soft towel, he sat on the bench and held her in his lap. She was cradled there, her back against his chest. He held her in his arms, possessively.

Natalie woke to the warmth of the sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling window and was eye-to-eye with Tanner. He sat in an overstuffed chair, fully dressed in a suit in a dark Armani suit and charcoal gray tie. He’d been watching her sleep. She wondered absently if she’d talked in her sleep again, and what she might have revealed, but decided to let it go for now.

“Hi baby,” he said softly. “I hate to leave you, but I have a meeting. It may take most of the morning. Enjoy yourself. Giovanni is preparing breakfast. I’ll have Pietro bring you by later. I thought we’d go to the Duomo cathedral. This is your first visit to Milan, after all.”

“Oh, I’d love to see it,” she smiled. “I can’t imagine visiting Milan without visiting Duomo. I’ve seen pictures. It’s huge and very impressive.”

Natalie looked at Tanner’s handsome figure. “I like a man in a suit,” she said changing the subject. Last night was still vivid in her mind, and she wanted to have Tanner to herself.

His blue eyes shone with desire, but he had a strict schedule to keep. “I’ll remember that,” he said and walked over to lean down and give her a slow, sensual kiss. She put her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. Tanner ran his hand under the sheet and over her bare thighs. “Think about me this morning,” he said.

Natalie couldn’t get Tanner off her mind, for even a minute. The huge mansion felt so empty without him. She ate indoors, then showered and dressed. It gave her time to reflect on what was happening to her.

She was so pleased to be with Tanner. And the sex was unforgettable. Yet, she wasn’t sure she could fully satisfy him. His need was great and her experience was lacking. She remembered Aime, and how confident and beautiful she was. Even her walk told of hundreds of walks down the runway, knowing her effect on the audience.

Tanner had been with her for years. Surely, Aime gave him what he needed. Natalie wasn’t sure she could measure up.

She needed Cheryl’s advice and called her long distance. Tanner had told her it was fine to use the phone. He’d set up a line for international calls. If she missed her family she should feel free to call. In many ways, he was so generous. She dialed Cheryl’s number, hoping to catch her.

“Cheryl..hi,” she said.

“Natalie, you’re calling from Milan? How are things? Tell me,” Cheryl asked.

“It’s beautiful here. I know why Tanner calls this home. The food, the people and the city are warm and inviting,” she went on about the thrill of being in Milan and details of what she’d done so far.

“I need your advice,” Natalie said, shifting the focus of their conversation.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” Cheryl asked.

Natalie gave her the highlights of yesterday’s incident, describing Aime Hall and relaying everything Tanner had told her. “I don’t expect that Tanner was celibate before he met me, but the whole idea of the type of relationship he had is unsettling. Honestly, I’m not in that class. I’m barely keeping up here. I don’t know how I’ll satisfy Tanner, when he has women more acclimated to his sexual tastes,” Natalie pouted.

Cheryl smiled, but knew better than to make light of her friend’s trauma. “Oh Natalie, I know how you feel. And I know Aime Hall. She’s a viper. Good on the runway, but I wouldn’t want to go head-to-head with her.

Just remember that Tanner is with you. You
do
please him, or he wouldn’t have taken you with him to Milan. You have qualities that Aime could never hope to have. Don’t underestimate yourself.

I know something of Tanner’s history. No one can blame him. With all that money and good looks, he’s had women falling all over him. I don’t think it’s gone to his head though.

I’ve heard of his off-beat tastes, sexually. Women talk, you know. And he is a high-profile bachelor. Let him guide you. Men, especially dominant men, like to mold and shape. You don’t have to come to him with years of experience. If I don’t miss my guess, he prefers that you were completely innocent. That’s got to be good for his ego.

Is this relationship something you want to be involved in? He’s not hurting you, is he?” Cheryl inquired.

“No, no he’s not. He wouldn’t do that. I trust him. I’m not leaving this relationship. I can’t imagine being with any other man. If I can be what he needs….,” Natalie’s voice dropped off.