Natasha's Awakening (27 page)

                                                                       Chapter 13.

The limo quietly ate up the kilometres towards Eric’s country home and they passed numerous exits from the highway to various towns along the way. Natasha was fascinated with the scenery and she saw signs indicating a cheese factory up ahead so she watched out for it. When the limo came up on Ashgrove Cheese at a little place called Elizabeth Town, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing when she saw the place.

The grounds leading up to the large building which looked more like a huge country estate from the road had cows everywhere. Not just ordinary cows though, they were multi coloured cows. “Eric, look.” She said pointing to the brightly coloured cows and Eric turned to look.

“It’s the cheese factory baby. School kids from various schools painted all those cows.” He told her. “Would you like to take a look?”

“Can we?” Her eyes lit up with excitement and Eric gave her that lazy smile of his.

“Of course baby, whatever you want.” He flicked a switch on the panel next to him in the limo and instructed the driver to turn around and take them back to Ashgrove Cheese.

After some manouvering, the driver managed to turn the long vehicle around and made the short trip back to the cheese factory. They pulled in to the carpark which wasn’t easy parking something like a limo there, but the driver found an area at one end where the car could be parked taking up a few parking spaces. People who were walking around outside the building looking around, all stared when Natasha and Eric emerged from the car. It would appear that it wasn’t every day that a limo turned up at the cheese factory. They probably expected to see someone famous and although Eric was a very wealthy man, and was recognised by many, he probably wasn’t going to be known to anyone here.

Eric took Natasha’s hand and led her into the factory. The room they entered was filled with people and it wasn’t really the factory but the shop where all the cheeses were for sale. There were little cubes of cheese on a circular table with the flavours all listed for people to sample them.

Natasha made her way to the cheese tasting table, dragging Eric with her. Like a starving woman she started sampling the various cheeses her eyes closing, her enjoyment for the cheeses evident on her face. When she opened her eyes Eric was watching her, a hint of amusement on his face. “Good baby?” He asked and Natasha moaned, nodding.

She went back to her sampling of the cheeses when she felt the egg begin to vibrate inside her. She froze, her knees trembling as pleasure shot through her. She gasped clutching at the sample table and her eyes met Eric’s as he watched her reaction. He must have pushed another button as the egg began to vibrate harder, pulsing in short, sharp bursts and Natasha couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips. Her eyes were pleading as she looked at Eric.

She felt her cheeks flush with a combination of her arousal and embarrassment when she realised some of the other people at the sample table were giving her strange looks. Obviously some people were aware something was going on with her, but she hoped desperately that no one figured out what it was.

Eric stepped over to her and put his arm around her. “Are you ready to get out of here now?” He asked her and Natasha nodded.

“Eric, stop it.” She pleaded with him, but he just smiled, keeping his arm around her waist as he walked with her out of the factory. Walking was unbelievably challenging for her. Walking heightened her pleasure with the egg pulsing away inside her and she just wanted to stop and jam her legs together, writhing through the sensation. Her legs kept threatening to give way on her, she could barely move, let alone walk, so Eric ended up almost carrying her back to the limo.

As soon as they were back at the car, he turned the egg off and Natasha almost screamed with frustration. She had been so close to losing control, so close to reaching her climax and now Eric had denied her. She didn’t know whether to hit him or scream. Her breathing was still erratic; her heart pounding in her chest. Tremors racked her limbs and her body was crying out for the release that Eric had taken from her.

They climbed back in the limo and the driver resumed his course for Eric’s country home. Natasha shot looks of frustration at him, but he just smiled at her in that sexy, slow way of his.

“Why are you torturing me like this?” She asked. Eric smiled at her, irritating her so much she wanted to slap him.

“I’m not torturing you baby. I’m going to give you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.” He promised and Natasha’s insides clenched at his words. “Trust me baby, the build up is worth it, it makes it so much more pleasurable when you finally get that release.” He assured her, but Natasha was too busy sulking like a petulant child to be convinced that he was actually doing her some sort of favour.

She eventually went back to looking out the window, her back to Eric. The limo finally turned off the highway heading north and continued on, on much narrower winding roads. It was a slower journey given the length of the car on the roads that were more like lanes in some cases.

Natasha soon got distracted from her annoyance with Eric as she looked out the window admiring the view, amazed at the lush country side, how picturesque it all was and she almost forgot about his presence in the car, almost. When she turned to look at him he was lying with his head back on the head rest, eyes closed and she was fairly sure he’d gone to sleep.

She turned towards him studying his features as he slept when suddenly he opened one eye catching her in the act of watching him. He gave her that slow sexy smile and her insides melted in response. “Were you sleeping?” She asked him and he shook his head.

“No, just resting. You were fixed to that window, I didn’t want to disturb you baby. Still, now I have your attention, I think you’ve seen enough of the view for now.” And he bent to kiss her.

Eric tangled one hand in her hair to hold her still and deepened the kiss forcing her lips to part which she did eagerly. She was so weak with him, she couldn’t stay angry with him for long. He released her lips, nipping a path down the side of her neck and Natasha groaned. Her eyes shot open and she cast a quick glance at the driver to see if he was watching them. “Don’t worry about him baby.” Eric said and flipped a switch which brought up a screen blocking the driver’s view to them.

Once their privacy was taken care of, Eric reached out and traced the outline of her lips with one finger, he moved slowly and precisely like he was an artist working on a masterpiece and Natasha could do nothing more than look at him, tiny tremors running through her body at his feather light touch.

Suddenly the egg inside her buzzed to life again and she gasped at the sensation. Her eyes met Eric’s and he gave her that sexy grin of his holding up the remote to show her. As he watched her expression he touched various buttons and Natasha squirmed as the egg buzzed against that sensitive spot inside her.

“No more.” she whispered. The feelings going through here were so intense, she wasn’t sure she could take much more of it. All the build up and not being allowed to orgasm were starting to wear her out but Eric could just play her like an instrument. She wondered if it would always be like this. Her desire for him, her need for him just never seemed to ease and for now at least, it seemed it was the same for Eric.

Eric was unrelenting on her and Natasha’s excitement rose, she reached out for him and tugged his t-shirt up so she could run her hands over his chest, dropping her lips to his nipples and sucking on them but when she tried to release the belt to his jeans, he pushed her hands away, straightened his t-shirt and refused to let her touch him anymore.

She groaned with frustration, and when Eric changed the pitch of the egg’s vibrations again, she writhed on the leather seat of the limo, her muscles inside her clamping down on the egg as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. She started panting, her head moving restlessly from side to side when suddenly the egg stopped and she almost screamed with the level of her overwhelming frustration.

Frantically she writhed on the limo’s seat trying desperately to reach the orgasm which hung there so close but which had been denied her at the last moment.

“Natasha, stop it.” Eric’s voice cut in through her agitated movements and she looked at him in surprise as he’d never spoken to her so harshly unless he was angry with her. “You have to learn some self control baby and we’re almost home so we can’t finish this here.” He told her.

“But I was so close, that was cruel.” She complained and Eric just smiled that smile she normally loved but which simply frustrated her this time.

“This is a lesson for you baby. Not all sex is about instant gratification. Sometimes we have to wait for the right moment. Sometimes we have the build up but miss out on the climax and sometimes.” And he leaned in closer to put his lips to her ear. “Sometimes it’s all about building the pleasure up, then denying the orgasm. If you think your orgasms have been intense now sweetheart, you haven’t lived until you have an orgasm born from several rounds of denial.” With a smile Eric sat back in his seat to see how his words were effecting her.

“But I don’t want to wait.” She said quietly and Eric chuckled.

“Trust me baby, it’ll be worth the wait.” He raised her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers one by one. Natasha pouted at him and gasped when Eric hit the remote for the egg and it pulsed and buzzed deep inside her. He left it running long enough to have her writhing again, desperate for her release and just when she was moments from her orgasm, he turned it off again and she cried out with frustration.

“Fuck you Eric.” She groaned. “You’re going to kill me. I won’t live long enough to have this mind blowing orgasm you keep promising me.” She complained and Eric just laughed at her, causing Natasha to grind her teeth in frustration.

“We’re almost there, calm down baby.” He said and she realised that the limo had turned onto a long winding gravel driveway. She looked out the window at the tree lined drive that gradually wound its way up hill until finally the car reached the end of the drive and there before them, she got her first glimpse of Eric’s country home.

The limo swept around the circular drive in front of the home and pulled up. The driver came around to open their door and Natasha stumbled out, her legs shaky after Eric’s toying with her in the car. She shivered in the late afternoon Tasmanian air. It was definitely colder here than in Sydney.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Eric’s home. It was beautiful. Not as big as she’d imagined despite him having told her it was small. It was an A frame house. Made from colourbond which surprised her, but from what she’d seen, it was a common material in Tasmania for building homes in. It was cream with a timber verandah along the front in heritage red and green and upstairs she could see large french doors leading out onto a huge deck. There was another large building behind the home which was obviously the garage and over the trees that surrounded the grounds around the home, Natasha could see a mountain rising up beyond. When she asked Eric what it was, he told her it was Mt Roland.

The grounds around the house were big. The boundary was tree lined which probably protected the house from wild weather. There was a large vegetable garden at the rear of the house, various green houses, an assortment of sheds plus numerous gardens, all perfectly cared for. Eric might not come here much, but obviously someone was looking after things while he was in Sydney. It was so beautiful, peaceful, Natasha loved it.

A grey haired man with a receding hair line came around from the side of the house and approached them a big smile on his face when he saw Eric. “Eric, it’s great to see you, it’s been a long time.” He said, putting his hand out to shake Eric’s.

“Thomas, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Natasha Barrington. Natasha this is Thomas, he takes care of this place for me when I’m not around.”

Thomas put out his hand and Natasha shook it, liking him instantly. He had a warm, expressive face and it was obvious that he thought very highly of Eric. “So nice to meet you Thomas.” She said, smiling at him and Thomas gave her a warm smile back.

“It’s nice to meet you too Miss Barrington.”

“Please, call me Natasha.” She told him.

His faded blue gaze went back to Eric. “About time you brought a woman down here Eric and such a pretty young thing too.” He grinned at the younger man.

“Back off Thomas.” Eric joked. “She’s mine.”

Thomas chuckled. “You don’t have to worry Eric. I don’t have eyes for anyone other than my beautiful Maggie. We’ve been married 32 years in July.” He told Natasha and she gave him a big smile.

“Wow, that’s amazing. It must be wonderful having a love that lasts like that.” She said and watched as Thomas’s gaze focused on her before shifting to Eric. Natasha had an awful feeling he could see right through to her heart which longed for Eric’s love. It was possible that Thomas was well aware that Eric had a problem with commitment.

She didn’t think he would ever be standing there as a middle aged man or old man proudly telling everyone of his love for his wife and how many decades they’d been together. Eric could barely make it to two months, let alone two years or twenty years. It made her feel sad to think about it, but she couldn’t make him love her, she just had to be ready to protect her heart when the time came.

“I’ll get the bags out of the car Eric.” Thomas said.

“No Thomas, you’re not doing that alone, I’ll help.” And Eric walked over to the limo with him. Natasha watched them, surprised that Eric was so good to his staff. He didn’t treat them like the hired help, he treated them like friends and she had to respect him for that. Perhaps it was his upbringing that made him more caring of his staff.

As Natasha watched them lifting the bags from the car, suddenly Natasha’s legs almost gave way. Her gaze shot over to Eric and he was slyly watching her, a trace of a smile on his face. Thomas rushed over, “Are you alright Miss?” He asked.