Taming Eric (9 page)

She must have noticed his discomfort because she turned to him to ask if something was
wrong.

“I don’t have a problem with the food. It’s watching you eat it that’s the problem. You enjoy your food way too much. Every time you moan it sounds like you’re coming and when I think of you coming then I think of being inside you and since you got me all worked up earlier and threw me over for a platter of seafood, I’ve been sitting here in agony.” He almost cringed at the whining note in his voice. Damn her, she was systematically destroying his manhood and he felt powerless to st
op it.

Natasha laughed at him. “Oh you poor baby you.” She cooed at him and he growled in res
ponse.

“You find that amusing do you?” He couldn’t help himself and swooped in to drop a hard kiss on her lips. He nipped at her bottom lip before nibbling his way across her cheek to her ear. “Just wait until I get you back to our suite.” He whispered in her ear and smiled to himself when she shivered in response. He needed to get the balance of power tipped his way again before this woman put a ring in his nose and led him around
by it.

Eric thought he’d got the upper hand over her until with one eyebrow raised at him Natasha slipped her hand back into his open trousers. She pulled him free of his briefs, her expression daring him to say something, but with his teeth jammed together that hard his jaw ached, he stayed s
ilent.

As she curled her fingers around his hard shaft she leaned towards him to whisper. “Promises, prom
ises.”

Slowly she began to work him up and down through her hand, brushing her thumb over the head of his cock then reaching down to gently squeeze his balls. She was killing him with her touch. He had to stop her or else he was going to end up coming and he couldn’t do that here. “Natasha, please. I can’t hold on much longer.” He made one more attempt to halt her hand by placing his over
hers.

She looked into his eyes and she must have seen the tension in his. Hell, she’d felt how close he was. Apart from his raging hard on, he was leaking pre cum so it wasn’t going to take much more and he’d be spilling his load all over his trousers and he sure as hell didn’t want that happ
ening.

“Please Eric let me take care of you. I promise to be gentle.” She joked but he wasn’t finding anything about this situation
funny.

“I don’t want to come in my pants baby. I’ll stain my suit and I can’t walk out of here like that.” He glanced down to where his cock strained, the head all red and engorged. “Hell, I can’t walk out of here like
this.”

“It’s ok Eric I’ll take care of things. Trust me.” Her tone was reassuring and although he was feeling anything but reassured, he just wanted to come. He didn’t want to come because of the mess but fuck, he needed to come since Natasha had got him so hard his cock wasn’t going to go down again by itself for a long
time.

He moved his hand away and groaned when she went back to caressing the hard length of him. She worked on him until he knew he was about to explode and he watched his pre cum well up and bead on the head of his cock. Fuck it, but it was about to get messy. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too much carnage because he still had to get out of the damned restaurant without the evidence of his release splattered all over him for all t
o see.

Just when he decided he couldn’t hold back any longer Natasha removed her hands from him and his eyes shot open. Fuck, she was going to cock tease him now wa
s she?

When she dropped her head down into his lap and he felt her lips wrap around him, he couldn’t hold back the groan that worked its way up from his throat. Fuck but it felt incredible being inside her warm
mouth.

Natasha cupped his balls and her mouth slid up and down his cock as she licked at him and sucked on him hard. Unable to control himself, his hips jerked and he thrust himself deeper into her mouth and he cursed under his breath when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. Eric struggled to control the urge to thrust as he didn’t want to choke her but fuck it was just so damned hard n
ot to.

The pressure was building and his control was shot to pieces. With one more uncontrollable thrust of his hips he let go, pumping his hot seed deep into Natasha’s mouth, listening to the small sounds she made as she swallowed while he was still buried almost to her throat. He groaned again when she kept sucking on him, she was greedy and needy and she didn’t stop with that sexy mouth of hers until she had emptied him compl
etely.

He collapsed back in his seat, eyes closed, struggling to get his ragged breathing settled. He couldn’t leave the restaurant puffing and panting like he’d just run the fucking marathon afte
r all.

Eric felt Natasha kiss the end of his cock and he opened his eyes to stare at her, watching as her face lit up with a smile of such satisfaction that was just fucking sexy as hell to him. He felt his heart lurch in his chest and again struggled to deal with the range of emotions this incredible woman brought out i
n him.

He smiled at her despite his inner turmoil. “Damn woman. How do you do that to me? You rob me of all self control. I’ve never been so fucking turned on before that I’ve wanted a woman to get me off in a public p
lace.”

Natasha responded by smiling at him again before leaning in to kiss him. He quickly took over, covering her lips with his, pushing his tongue into her mouth where he licked and caressed hers. He pulled back when he noticed the unfamiliar taste in her mouth, it was his cum. “I can taste myself on you.” He told her. It was the first time he’d tasted himself. No woman he’d ever been with had been prepared to swallow when he came in their mouths, if they would even let him come in their mouths. They would give him a blow job, but then discreetly spit after he’d blown and take a sip of wine or something as if they needed to remove the taste of him from their mouths. Natasha was so different, unbelievably diff
erent.

“So do you like yourself?” She pulled his mind back to the pr
esent.

“I’m not too sure about that one sweetheart.” He grimaced and she laughed at him. Eric watched as she sipped her wine. Those full lips of hers against the glass when they’d just been wrapped around him a few moments ago… ‘Stop thinking about it,’ he silently warned himself. “How about we get out of here
now?”

Natasha nodded. “Yes please Eric, let’
s go.”

He fastened his pants again and rearranged himself so all evidence of what had just taken place was gone and together he and Natasha left the restaurant heading for the bank of elev
ators.

He took her hand firmly in his because he seemed to have an uncontrollable need to be touching her in some small way at least. She was quickly becoming his drug of choice, that’s for sure and although she excited him more than any other woman ever had, his dependency on her so early was scaring the crap out of him as
well.

They walked past the hotel’s function room on their way to the elevators and Eric suddenly found himself pulled back when Natasha stopped walking since she hadn’t released his hand. When he turned to find out what was wrong, she was staring at the advertisement board up at the entrance to the function room, excitement lighting up her
face.

“What is it baby?” He
asked.

“Oh Eric please, can we go inside? Look who i
t is.”

Damn he thought. He just wanted to get her upstairs and into bed but he forced his constant desire for her down to see what she was so excited about and directed his attention to the board that had Natasha all lit up with enthusiasm. “He’s a Neil Diamond impersonator Natasha. I didn’t know you liked Neil Dia
mond.”

“I know it’s just an impersonator Eric, but I love Neil Diamond’s music. Maybe he won’t be that good but I want to go in and listen, just for a little w
hile.”

Eric silently groaned. He had nothing against Neil Diamond or the impersonator but he just wanted to get back upstairs to their suite because the sight of Natasha’s gorgeous leg on display to high on her thigh each time she moved was doing his head in, both his big head and his little head. Still, he couldn’t deny her. “Ok come on.” He couldn’t help laughing at her excit
ement.

He led her into the function room with its dim lighting, large dance floor and the man on stage doing a pretty damned good impersonation of Neil Diamond. Natasha took the lead, dragging him along with her until she found them a table not that far from the dance
floor.

Once she was seated, her gaze riveted on the impersonator, Eric left her to go to the bar to get them some drinks. He returned to their table with a Bacardi and Coke for her and a Scotch for himself. He sat down alongside of her, taking her hand in his again and placed their entwined hands on his thigh as he turned his attention to the
stage.

They had been sitting in silence for a while just listening to the music when Natasha suddenly shifted her hand under his and began to slide it up his thigh, making a bee line straight for his c
rutch.

“Oh no you don’t.” He tightened his grip on her hand, halting her progress. She stuck her tongue out at him and Eric burst out laughing. She just looked so adorable when she gave him
cheek.

“You’re no fun.” She pouted a
t him.

He swooped in and dropped a hard kiss on her lips. “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight sweetheart or at least while we’re in pu
blic.”

“Not quite Mr Rothman. I want to d
ance.”

Eric groaned. “Serio
usly?”

“Yes Eric, just one dance, but I want to dance. Come on.” She stood up tugging on his hand. “Come on Eric, pl
ease.”

Reluctantly he stood and followed Natasha onto the dance floor just as the impersonator began to sing ‘Solitary Man.’ He pulled her into his arms since as luck would have it, it was a slow song and it gave him the perfect excuse to hold her in his arms. They danced with their bodies pressed up against one another, thighs brushing and she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on his
chest.

It felt so good to have her up close against him and as they moved around perfectly in sync with one another, Eric could feel his body responding to the closeness of hers and unable to stop himself he moved a hand down low on her back, pressing her hips int
o his.

Natasha must have been feeling the same way as he did because she suddenly got more daring in public grinding her pelvis against his and curling one leg around the back of thigh as she leaned
back.

He dipped her further back and unable to help himself, he ground his growing arousal against her before bending to brush his lips over hers. Dammit but he needed to get her up to their suite soon or their dancing was going to go from sexual to downright dirty dancing and probably get them both thrown out of there. At least the dim lighting helped conceal the fact that their dancing was becoming more like a mating ritual than da
ncing.

When the song finally ended Natasha said she was ready to go if he wanted to and he breathed a sigh of relief. “I have other plans for you Ms Barrington and they don’t involve standing on a crowded dance floor I can tell
you.”

He grabbed her hand and walked out of the function room, heading towards the elevators at a brisk pace until Natasha jerked on his hand and he stopped to see what was wrong wit
h her.

“Eric, slow down please, where’s the fire? This dress doesn’t allow for me having to run i
n it.”

“Sorry baby.” He made a conscious effort to slow his pace to suit her and once they got to the elevators, he stabbed at the button, breathing a sigh of relief when the doors to one opened almost immediately in front of
them.

He pulled her into the elevator before hitting the button for the penthouse suite and as soon as the doors closed he hauled Natasha into his arms, tucking her body up close t
o his.

CHAPTER 5

Eric’s gaze was focused on the numbers as the lift rose through the floors but a gasp escaped him when he felt Natasha’s hand on his stomach before she slid it down until it was cupping his balls making him drop his hand to cover hers, halting her pro
gress.

“Damn Natasha, you’re insatiable. I think I’ve created a monster. I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat baby. Do you only want me for my body? Can’t we get to know one another first? Don’t you want to explore my mind before you take my body?” He grinned when she burst out laughing at him spouting all the lines he’d had women throw at him many times over the
years.

He sobered quickly when she continued to caress him through the pants of his suit and finally needing to stop her before she drove him too crazy, he grabbed her, crushing her lips under his. Unable to control himself, he ground his erection against her, hoping his more punishing assault on her might rein her in, but Natasha responded by kissing him back with a hunger that matche
d his.

When the elevator doors opened Eric dragged her out, fumbling in his haste with the card that opened the door and when he finally managed to unlock it, he hauled her inside slamming the door behind them and pulled her into his arms, his mouth returning to hers as he turned her, pushing her up against the door. He brought one hand up to cup her cheek, holding her face still as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, his hips thrusting into
hers.

With his control rapidly fading Eric caressed Natasha’s breast before moving down to slide past the split in her dress, his fingers finding her heat and pressing inside her. He groaned when he felt how wet she was and using the moisture from her soaked pussy, he began to circle her clit until it was a swollen, hard littl
e nub.

God but she was so damned sexy and he was losing control rapidly but this wasn’t what he had planned. As tempting as it was to just bury himself in her warm, wet pussy now, he needed her in the bed for de
ssert.

With an audible sigh he pulled his fingers from her clit and grabbed her shoulders, resting his forehead against Natasha’s as he fought for control. “God I want you. Dammit, I always want you. I can’t get enough. You got me off in the restaurant, it wasn’t that long ago and yet I’m desperate for you again.” He groaned. “But not here, not like this. Come on baby, come to bed, I want to do this properly, not some hard and fast fuck against the wall.” Eric took her hand and led her into the be
droom.

Once he had her where he wanted her, he left the room again calling over his shoulder that he’d be right back and for her to let her hair
down.

He reached into the fridge to remove the tray he’d ordered that morning with room service and lifted the cover, grinning when he saw the contents. There were plump red strawberries, a can of cream and a bottle of champagne with two glasses although he wasn’t sure they’d have the need for the champagne but if it would help Natasha relax into what he had planned for her, then he would offer her
some.

Covering it all back up, he carried the tray to the bedroom where Natasha sat in a chair waiting for him. He placed the tray on the table by the bed noting that she’d turned on the stereo and soft music filled the room. She got up and came over, reaching out to lift the towel but he grabbed her hand to stop her. “Oh no you don’t. All in good time Natasha.” He warne
d her.

Quickly he stripped out of his suit and forced himself to hang it up which gave him time to calm down a little. Once he was done, he headed for the bathroom warning Natasha not to touch the tray while he was
gone.

He relieved himself before stripping out of his briefs and pulled on one of the hotel robes before splashing some more aftershave on and giving his hair a brush. As Eric studied his appearance in the mirror he gave his image a rueful grin. Damn but he was turning into a woman. It had never mattered to him before how women saw him, but with Natasha he found himself wanting her to find him sexy and attra
ctive.

With one final glance at himself he headed for the door. Leaving her alone with the tray wasn’t a wise idea and he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d given in to temptation and had a
look.

When he stepped back into the bedroom she was eyeing off the tray, one hand out as though she was going to sneak a look although the expression on her face showed a battle going on inter
nally.

He bent his head and kissed her, trailing his lips down her neck, biting her gently over the hickey he’d given her earlier. “Did you look?” He asked leaning back to watch her
face.

“No Eric. I didn’t. I wanted to but I was a good girl.” She smiled a
t him.

“Good because it’s a surp
rise.”

“Speaking of surprises I have one for you, I hope you like it.” It was his turn to be surprised. What was she up to now? She looked a little nervous, so whatever it was, she was worried about how he’d take it. He wasn’t a big fan of surprises and at this stage he didn’t want anything distracting him from what he intended doing to her to
night.

“I don’t like surprises Natasha. You should know that by now.” He warne
d her.

“Oh, I think you’ll like my surprise. Sit down on the chair, so I can show you.” She pushed him backwards until he was against the chair and reluctantly he sat down to see what she going
to do.

He watched her walk over to the stereo to turn the music up a little more before standing with her back to him. Ok, so what the hell was she
up to?

When she began to sway to the music, rotating her hips as she pushed her hair up to then release it so it cascaded back down her back, Eric knew he was in trouble. Fuck, but he hadn’t counted on her dancing for him, stripping, teasing him, testing his control and she would test his control if he had to look at her body moving the way it was for much longer, with her hips rolling and swaying. She was sending him straight to hell as every sway and thrust chipped at his restraint. He needed to stop her, but fuck it, he couldn’t. She’d looked so nervous and he didn’t want to make her think he wasn’t enjoying it, but dammit, how he was going to get through her entire performance, he had no fucking
idea.

Natasha untied the belt to her robe and parted one side, giving him a glimpse of her shoulder then did the same thing on the other side before releasing the robe where it slipped to the floor leaving her standing there in her lacy bra and… holy fucking hell, her g string, stockings and suspender belt. Damn, but he was a sucker for stockings and a suspender belt and she looked so fucking good. His cock thought so too and had hardened pain
fully.

Just to add to his torment, Natasha continued to dance and sway, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder at him and he tried to look fairly calm and not like a dog panting on a hot summer’
s day.

When she bent down and that gorgeous ass of hers was pointed directly at him and she peeped at him from between her spread legs, he nearly lost it on the spot. To think this sexy creature before him had been a virgin. Where the hell was she getting all this from? She was going to drive him right out of his mind at this
rate.

Eric watched her turn and dance her way towards him until she could rest her hands on the arms of his chair, bending forward and swinging her long hair until it brushed against his
chest.

Unable to help himself, his hands came up to grasp a fistful of her silky curls and tugged enough to bring her face down to his. He closed his lips over hers, his passion nearly out of control as he forced her lips apart, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. When Natasha responded, kissing him back, her hunger matching his, he curled his tongue around hers and they duelled with one another, each thoroughly exploring one another’s mouths, until finally she was the one to pull back, gasping fo
r air.

“God you are sexy. Come, I want to make love to you.” His voice sounded gravelly even to his
ears.

He stood up and led her over to the bed, removing the towel from the tray and spreading it out on the bed. Eric watched as Natasha’s eyes took in what was on the tray and he studied her expression closely for a m
oment.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” He waited while she removed her shoes before doing as he said. “Now lay down on the t
owel.”

Once she was lying down on the bed, on top of the towel he hastily shed his robe and walked to the edge of the bed, his heavy cock bobbing in front of him. Fuck but he was so turned on at the moment he just wanted to be inside her but that wasn’t his plan yet. “Keep it together Eric.” He told hi
mself.

Of course the stern warning he gave himself was almost blown out of the water when Natasha reached out and ran her fingers up the length of his rigid cock. “Ah, ah. No touching. I want you to lie there and don’t move unless I tell you to. Undo your bra.” He ordere
d her.

Once she’d done as he asked, he reached out, circling her nipple with his thumb watching as she arched into his hand, but he released her breast and moved down to gently roll her stockings down each leg and slip her suspender belt from her body, leaving her lying there in just her black lacy
thong.

Hooking his fingers in the tiny scrap, he slowly pulled it down her legs and held the delicate fabric to his nose, breathing in her sweet scent of arousal. His cock bobbing in appreciation and he groaned to hi
mself.

Bending down he pulled the next part of his surprise out from under the bed and held them up so she could see what he had. They were some of his ties. “I want to know how you would feel about me tying you up Natasha. You can say no, if you’re not comfortable with that idea.” ‘Fuck don’t say no’ he thought to himself. The image in his head of her lying there spread out fully was as exciting as hell t
o him.

When she agreed, Eric felt a rush of desire surge through his body before he moved to her right shoulder, tying one of his ties to the post of the bed and slipping the end around her wrist, making sure it was secure but not too tight o
n her.

Progressively he worked his way around securing both arms and feet to the corner posts of the canopy bed until Natasha lay before him spread eagled on the mattress. Fuck she looked so hot and sexy, so exposed to him, so vulnerable, he wanted her desper
ately.

He moved slowly around the bed watching her as she tested her restraints, her eyes following him. Unable to control himself, he curled his fingers around his straining cock, sliding his hand up and down its rigid l
ength.

After one final stroke of his cock he reached over to the bowl of strawberries, picking out one plump, ripe one before taking a bite from it. He sat down on the bed bending down to kiss her briefly before tracing over her full lips with the strawberry, coating her in the sweet juices. Once she was wet and glistening from the fruit’s nectar he bent and traced her lips with his tongue, licking the juices fro
m her.

“Open your mouth.” He said watching as her lips parted, her eyes on his as he slipped the strawberry past her lips. She bit down on it and moaned at the taste of it and Eric groaned when her throaty sounding moan shot straight to his cock and it jerked in appreciation. “Damn woman. Do you have to look so sexy eating that strawberry?” His voice was husky. “I’m feeling jealous of a piece of fruit now.” In fact anything that could make her moan like that which wasn’t of his doing made jealousy spear through him. He wanted to be the only thing that could make her moan like
that.

Natasha simply smiled at him, pulling at her restraints and Eric felt his cock jerk again. Ignoring the urgent needs of his member he selected another plump strawberry and took a bite from it before trailing it over her lips again, then down her neck over her breasts, circling her nipples until they were hard peaks. He flicked it back and forth teasing her erect nipples until she was squirming under his touch and her skin was wet with the strawberry’s j
uices.

Slowly he moved the strawberry down her body until he reached that narrow strip of curls at her pussy. He swept the plump fruit over her clit, circling it and brushing over it until it swelled and glistened from the j
uices.

Eric watched Natasha’s face, keeping up the maddening sweep of the plump fruit against her until he could sense she was close to coming and with a twist of his fingers, he pushed it into her pussy, working it deeper into her
body.

He pulled his fingers back out of her soaked pussy, leaving the strawberry still buried in her and pinched her clit between his thumb and finger, working her over until she was trembling and her breath was panting out between her parted lips. Faster and faster he circled her, brushing over her hard, sensitive clit and Natasha thrashed on the bed, her movements restricted because of his ties holding her
down.

He dropped his head between her parted thighs and licked and sucked at her hard little nub before blowing on the highly sensitized skin. “Eric.” He heard her groan his name and his cock jerked again. “Pl
ease.”

He raised his head from her pussy, his lips wet from her juices. “What do you want sweetheart?” He bent and blew gently over her clit and she tugged at the ties again. Fuck but she was so incredibly hot when she was so turned on and desperately needing to
come.

“You… inside… me.” Her breathy gasp almost made him lose his load right there and then and his cock which was getting eager for some action released a drop of pre cum which clung to th
e end.

“Not yet baby.” He told her although it was killing him trying to keep himself under control. He bent his head to continue licking and sucking on her clit until finally her back arched, pressing her pussy into his face and she screamed, through her climax, her muscles fluttering against his tongue as she
came.