Whispered Confessions (Touched By You) (2 page)

Natalie had stopped talking in her sleep, or at least Tanner hadn’t mentioned it. She was more relaxed since the talk with Tanner about her sexual preferences, and was looking forward to the evening. Earlier in the day, she’d shopped with Leona in
Soho. It was good to take her fashion consultant along, because even knowing fashion design didn’t mean Natalie could easily find what looked best on her. An educated opinion was helpful.

The outdoor mall downtown had cobblestoned streets and loft-like spaces, so it was prettier than other gallerias. It had once been a center for artists, but had morphed into a posh New York shopping area. One item she’d bought at Vince was a sleek, soft leather mini-dress. The long-sleeved dress draped in a refined manner and clung, just enough, to accent her hips, with the hem stopping mid-thigh.

She wore her Claire Italian leather pumps; the stiletto heel was modern and sexy. The aqua ring Tanner had bought for her in Switzerland contrasted with the black outfit, giving it color. Slipping it on her right ring finger, she held it to the light to admire it. Natalie tied her hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck with a velvet tie.

“Ready?” Tanner called from the other room. He’d been ready for a while and was just waiting for her.

With a last glance at her makeup, she called, “Ready.”

Entering the main room, Natalie saw Tanner standing in the entry. He looked sharp in his slim-fit gray Ralph Lauren suit, and her gaze roamed his fit body; she’d never tire of looking at him.

“What’s this?” Tanner said, turning toward her, holding a box of Godiva chocolates in his hand. There was a big gold bow on top.

“Oh, that’s from Gianni.”

Tanner frowned but didn’t say anything. He set the box down on the table.

“It was just a celebration of the fall opening, a show of gratitude. I’m sure he sent them to all his designers,” Natalie said. Tanner’s jaw tightened and she added, “His secret
ary picked them out, I’m sure.”

Since the blowup over Gianni, there had been no more evidence of jealousy. There wasn’t much occasion for Natalie to deal with him directly anyway. But Tanner’s silence told her that the gift of chocolates irritated him.

There was no more to say, so Natalie held her arm out to indicate she was ready to go. He opened the door for her and ushered her toward the elevator. “I like those cufflinks,” she said, looking at the black diamonds, a birthday gift.

“Yes, someone I love gave those to me.” He’d said the right thing, but his eyes didn’t sparkle. The Gianni thing was bothering him, Natalie guessed.

By the time they got in the car, Tanner seemed okay. He held her hand and they chatted about their day. In the enclosed space of the limo, Natalie could smell his cologne. The way it mixed with his masculine scent was turning her on. The privacy panel was up and Andre couldn’t see them…

“Are you listening?” Tanner asked.

Natalie smiled demurely. “No.”

Tanner grinned, finally at ease. “I might just turn the car around if you keep that look on your face.”

“No, I’m starving.”

“Uh huh.
Well, we will see what we can do to satiate you, baby. But you’ll have to wait.” Tanner leaned over and kissed her softly. His hand squeezing her thigh sent a thrill through her.

Natalie would have preferred being alone, but a fundraising dinner was scheduled at Per Se, a trendy restaurant in midtown. French Laundry, showcasing Thomas Keller’s famed cuisine
in Napa Valley, was one of Tanner’s favorites. But he hadn’t been to California in a while, and was glad to see Chef Keller open Per Se.

For the exclusive event, Tanner had secured the private dining room, large enough for ten guests. Natalie could only imagine who the other eight were, since they’d been personally invited by her husband. The purpose was to increase the support for the foundation, and those attending had the means to do that in a big way.

The restaurant had striking views of Columbus Circle and Central Park; they had dined there before. Tanner thought the phenomenal wine list added to the attraction of the place. The warm, neutral décor was inviting, and the dining room had an understated elegance. Introductions were made, but Natalie had trouble remembering everyone’s names. The men were in suits, their wives in designer cocktail dresses.

Natalie wasn’t shy as a rule, but for some reason she had trouble entering into the spirit of the evening. Everyone ordered drinks of their choice. Tanner chose a 2010
Goldeneye Pinot Noir from Anderson Valley to share with Natalie. He felt the choice of a California wine was appropriate considering the chef’s long-established reputation there.

The expertly designed menus changed daily to reflect the best in seasonal ingredients. Natalie hardly knew what she was eating, as the dishes were so unique. The meal included the chef’s tasting menu, and each dish was cooked to perfection and served in a pleasing presentation. The basil dumplings with vine-ripened tomatoes and the corn
ragoût especially stood out.

Everyone ate and talked. Tanner did not give a formal speech, but well into the meal he did speak of many new projects at the foundation. All the guests had been previous donors to the charity, and the dinner was just a reminder that their support was needed. Letting them know about all that had been accomplished would encourage them to continue to fund the operation dear to Tanner’s heart.

Dessert was a highlight of the meal. The tiny macaroons were delicious, and the mint chocolate ice cream with lime-flavored marshmallow was superb. Natalie wished she had more room for dessert, but at least the delicacies were served in tasting proportions so she could try several. All in all, it was an elegant fine-dining experience, and the guests were all smiles when shaking Tanner’s hand to thank him for the evening.

Tanner and Natalie stayed behind for a few minutes for an espresso, and to look out at the view of Central Park at Columbus Circle, which was lovely at night. It was romantic, and they were glad to be alone.

“You seemed quiet tonight,” Tanner said.

“I guess so.
No reason, really.”

Tanner’s blue eyes pierced into her.

“Well, maybe I was just thinking about you.” The evening had drifted by with pleasantries to people she barely knew, although she was always glad to help Tanner with his support of the foundation.

“I know I was thinking about you.” Tanner’s warm hand on her thigh told her that was true.

“Take me home, then.” Natalie didn’t have to ask twice.

At home in the playroom, a confluence of emotions stirred inside Natalie. Her husband’s philanthropy was attractive, as if he needed anything to make him sexier. Reservations about the nature of her need or of Tanner’s powerful dominance didn’t exist. Their love for each other, and their ever-growing desire, was only good.

Natalie had put on a short negligee tied with a pink bow. It implied sweet innocence—not at all what she felt. The feminine garment was misleading. The fire inside her was anything but innocent—or sweet, for that matter.

She looked down at the gold penis ring Tanner wore, and couldn’t take her eyes off the way his cock stuck out, his balls held tightly underneath. His long shaft looked thicker and all she could envision was how it would feel inside her.

Reaching out, she grazed his cock with her fingers, admiring the bulging veins along the sides. His beautiful cock felt good to touch, like soft velvet over hard steel. The penis ring made his erection harder and thicker, but he’d told her it also made his penis more sensitive.

Brushing against his cock, she watched it sway a little, and Tanner’s blue eyes darkened. He seemed sweeter then, less demanding. Maybe the baby-doll nightgown had set the tone for the night after all. Pinching the thick knob between her thumb and fingers, she sought to give him pleasure.

Tanner moaned and his body stiffened. Dropping to her knees, Natalie kissed along his shaft, loving it, loving him. She ran her hands over his hard abdominal muscles and down his lean thighs. With her hands gripping his hard ass, she licked his cock.

Tanner lost his hands in her hair, encouraging her. Breathing in, the heavy aroma of male sex engulfed her. She cupped his balls in her mouth, rolling and sucking gently. The sound of Tanner’s panting told her he liked it.

Gripping his cock with one hand, she stroked up and down, slowing and squeezing tighter at the head. Tanner’s legs tightened and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Taking his knob in her mouth, Natalie sucked, putting pressure on him with her lips.

“Oh, God,” Tanner gasped.

The feel of him inside her mouth was exotic. A salty taste touched her tongue. Lowering her head, Natalie took more of his length, the intimate gesture turning her on as much as Tanner.

With one hand on his ass, she pumped her mouth over his cock while rolling his balls with her fingertips. Thinking of the pleasure she was giving him made her clit hard. Moving up and down with just the right pressure, never too fast, Natalie urged Tanner toward release.

She wanted his release; wanted to feel it and wanted it to be intense. The ability to reach Tanner in such a way exhilarated her. Making him stand while she did it made her feel more powerful.

His cock swelled under her lips, and Natalie sped her rhythm. Under her palm, his ass tightened, and the more she aroused him, the more moisture leaked from the top of his cock. Her nightgown included no panties, and with her ministrations to Tanner she felt the ambient air against the wetness between her legs.

Natalie sucked hard at the knob of his cock with her lips just under the wide rim. Closing her eyes, she smelled and felt him, knowing his vulnerability to her. Bringing him to his peak, she sucked and bobbed her head while sque
ezing the base of his erection.

Tanner’s thigh muscles quivered, and he groaned, a deep, animal-like noise. He spurted into Natalie’s mouth and she felt it flow down her throat. Repeatedly he pulsed, and she swallowed, wanting to drink him. The feeling of taking everything from him overpowered her.

When he calmed, Natalie leaned back, watching him remove the penis ring and letting it clatter to the floor. Reaching under her arms, Tanner lifted her to him and kissed her. His taste covered her lips and he raked his tongue along hers. With his palms on her cheeks, he kissed her until she could hardly breathe.

When he pulled back, Natalie saw the lustful glaze in his eyes. He reached out and grasped the pink ribbon holding her nightgown closed. With a firm pull, he untied it, letting it fall open. The lace garment slid off her shoulders and to the floor, and all sense of propriety with it.

Tanner leaned in and sucked at her nipples, letting his hot tongue trace the curve of her breast. She whimpered, loving his touch, wanting more.

He carried her to a long, padded bench and seated her there. Kneeling before her, Tanner kissed her belly, his soft mouth flooding her body with warmth. His hands moved over her skin as if discovering her for the first time. His palms drifted down her back and to her hips. Caressing her, Tanner slid his hands over her legs, then, pressing against the inside of her thighs, he opened them.

He licked her sensitive skin with his hot tongue and probed between her tender folds. Natalie’s breathing became ragged and she arched her back, leaning on her arms. Opening her wet slit, Tanner blew softly over her sex.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Natalie gasped. It felt too good.

Reaching up, Tanner pinched her nipples; she welcomed it, wanting it to hurt. When he flicked her distended peaks with his fingertip, heat flowed heavy in her belly. Putting his mouth over her sex, Tanner sucked softly.

The urge to come pressed for attention. “Not yet,” Tanner
whispered, his voice thick in his throat.

Turning her, Tanner positioned her on her back. With her feet on the floor on either side of the ottoman, Natalie’s sex was exposed. With a loving look, Tanner held her wrists and raised her hands over her head. Her breasts grazed his chest as he leaned in to kiss her.

Covering her mouth with his, Tanner kissed her possessively, taking her; letting her know with his touch that he was in control. With her arms still up, Natalie felt him kiss along the inner side of her forearms, showering them with kisses.

Stopping at her underarms, he licked there.
“So beautiful. So sexy,” he whispered. The feel of his tongue didn’t tickle. Licking around her underarms and along the sides of her breasts, Tanner was sending her to a new height of arousal.

Natalie wondered if she might come, just from Tanner doing that. But he stopped. His mouth drifted down her ribs and over her belly. Leaning up over her, Natalie could see that he was hard again. His cock bulged with need and she lowered her arms, putting both hands on it.

Tanner’s breathing was deep and heavy. His eyes half closed when she touched him. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said.

Natalie melted at his words. Her pussy was needy, and she wanted him inside her. Straddling the bench, Tanner stood over her sex. Looking up at his cock, it was huge. Her nipples stiffened and her clit twitched.

Tanner put his hands on the bench beside her head for support. “I want to feel your hot pussy around my cock,” he said.