Vivid Temptation (Touched By You) (10 page)

Tanner had removed his shirt. The sight of his muscled chest and pumped arms made Natalie flush with warmth. Her gaze lingered on his washboard abs then drifted down to the bulge under his pants. Bravely, she reached out and felt his hardness, squeezing.

“That’s enough,” he said sharply. “On the bed.”

Natalie complied by sliding onto her back with the cool sheets under her. Tanner didn’t smile, but a glimmer showed in his eyes.

“Put your arms over your head and spread your legs,” he said gruffly.

From the chair, Tanner lifted leather straps she hadn’t noticed before. Calmly, he secured her hands to the decorative iron headboard and her ankles to the footboard. Spread-eagled on the bed, Natalie waited. Her nipples were hard and her sex tingled. Her bright red heels seemed all the more erotic now that she was strapped naked to the bed.

“Now you are mine,” he said.

Tanner unbuttoned his slacks, knowing she was following his every move. He let them drop and stepped out of them. The gray satin jockeys he wore strained against his erection. Natalie licked her lips. Her mouth felt suddenly very dry.

Stepping closer to the bed, Tanner stroked her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. That red dress was made for you. I nearly tore it off of you, right there in the restaurant. How would you have liked that?”

Natalie swallowed thickly.

Tanner hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and in one quick motion yanked them off. His cock sprang free and Natalie impulsively wanted to reach out and feel the velvet skin. But the leather cuffs made her aware of her forced restraint.

Tanner reached into the drawer by the bed and found the penis ring he’d left there. Putting it on and adjusting it under his balls, he looked back at Natalie. Seeing her big brown
eyes and enjoying the look on her face, he allowed her to look. It would suit his purposes for the sight of him to excite her.

In the warmth of the luxurious room, he stood next to the bed. The more she looked at his thickening cock, the harder it got. A dull ache pounded in his balls. “Enough,” he said sharply. “Close your eyes.”

Tanner looked at Natalie stretched out on the bed. Her firm, creamy breasts and tiny pink nipples were so feminine, so lovely. Letting his gaze drift over her, Tanner admired her flat stomach and bare waxed skin. Her long legs, tied apart, were enticing. And the red high heels made the image that much sexier.

He leaned over and kissed her, relishing the feel of her soft lips. Kissing down her body, Tanner tasted her sweet skin. Over her ribs and belly, he let his lips linger. At her sex, he licked her soft folds and she whimpered.

“I’m going to make you feel good. Really good,” he said. “But you are not to come.”

Natalie moaned.

“Open your eyes.”

Natalie looked at him, locking on to the sight of his thick cock.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded.

Tanner flicked his tongue over her clit, watching her eyes widen. “No, I said.”

He kissed and licked her, dipping his tongue into her sweet cream. Using his fingers, he spread her outer lips and blew on her tender tissues. Natalie bit her lower lip, unsure if she could hold out as Tanner commanded.

Standing next to her, Tanner yanked on his cock, jacking it for her benefit. God, she wasn’t going to make it.

With one hand he played with his cock, and Natalie wished she could too. If only she could touch him. Her hand jerked a little. It was hard to resist. He leaned closer.

Tanner put his palm on her cheek. His cock was so close that if she tried she might be able to lick it. But Natalie tried to subdue the thought, not sure what she was allowed.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

Natalie felt the knob of his cock on her tongue and her eyes half closed. The salty taste of him, the thick rim against her lips, made her throb with desire. She loved Tanner, and with him, held nothing back. Willing to give all he would take, she sucked gently, lovingly.

Tanner stroked her hair as she sucked. If only she had her hands free so she could stroke him. As it was, she had to do everything with her mouth. Her tongue rimmed his hard knob and flicked over the tender skin covering his steel hard erection.

He tasted delicious—so sexy, so male. And he smelled like arousal, musky and virile. Natalie sucked harder and covered her teeth so she could press harder. She bobbed as well as she could, the tip of his cock poking erotically into the side of her cheek.

Pulling back, not wanting to come just yet, Tanner covered Natalie’s mouth with his. Tasting his own flavor on her lips and feeling her tongue caress his, Tanner savored the kiss. Pressing harder, delving deeper, he heard Natalie whimper in her throat.

He licked down her body, tasting her skin, feeling her arousal. At the apex of her thighs he nipped teasingly, and flicked his tongue over her most sensitive area. Natalie’s breathing was ragged and she squirmed on the bed.

Tanner reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and letting his palm graze her hard nipples. He’d told her to wait, but felt the need to caution her. “You will wait until I tell you.”

Wanting her so badly, Tanner straddled her and slid the tip of his cock into her wet opening. The cock ring had him so hard it was slightly painful. He wanted the pain. He wanted it all.

“Please,” Natalie gasped.

“No.”

Her agonized whine excited him. He controlled her pleasure; she would obey him. Knowing that it made every sensation all the more intense for her drove him close to the edge. He wanted to hold back, so he dared not plunge deeper.

Instead he sat up between her legs. She looked lovely, her cheeks flushed with desire. Natalie watched him, drinking him in.

Tanner fisted his cock, relieving some of the agony. The sight of his wife tied to the bed with lust glistening in her eyes pushed him a little too far. She was his and she wanted him. Before he could stop, the firm squeeze of his fist made his cock spurt. He groaned loudly, watching Natalie’s face.

His cum shot up, covering his abdomen and chest. He pulsed, over and over, with her eyes taking him in. Natalie watching made him come harder. He couldn’t stop. Panting and gasping, he released, welcoming the sensation, regretting that he hadn’t been able to delay.

Grabbing the sheet behind him, Tanner wiped away the ejaculate covering him. As he dried himself, he gazed at Natalie, tense with need. Tossing the sheet away, he leaned over her, kissing and biting at her nipples. He put his hands under her, holding her ass in his palms and pushing her up toward him.

She moaned and arched her back to press her hips up toward him. Tanner flicked her nipples then pinched them. He bent down and put his mouth over her sex, keeping one hand on her breasts, playing with them.

His tongue slid along her wet slit, and he kissed her vulva over and over, meaning to tease. Sliding two fingers inside her, Tanner caressed her, so sweetly, so expertly. Natalie cried out.

“No. You cannot come.”

Natalie whined and rubbed against the sheets under her. Pressure—she needed pressure from somewhere. Waiting was torture, especially after seeing Tanner come with her watching. He’d come so hard and so long. His face looked sexy when his jaw tightened just before he let go. God, he was handsome.

The thought pushed her closer to a release of her own, and Natalie wondered if she could really hold back. Tanner sucked gently at her pussy and she panted fast, hoping to escape the torment. His tongue flicked her clit repeatedly and it began to hurt. So intense was the need for release that she screamed long and low.

“No,” he’d said. That was the last thing Tanner had said, the last thing she could remember. “No. No,” she kept repeating in her head. But he moved his fingers along her sensitive tissues and swirled his tongue around her clit.

Natalie’s body stiffened and a heavy feeling settled in her sex. Her nipples turned to tiny pebbles. His mouth, Tanner’s mouth—she wanted more of it, needed it. Just then he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and flicked relentlessly. He was purposely torturing her; she knew he was.

“No” was the last thing she thought, but it seemed distant, far away, nothing to do with her. Completely outside of her power to control it, her body exploded into a deliriously sweet orgasm. She turned stiff, pulling on her restraints, and the only thing in the world was Tanner’s mouth, giving her the release she needed so desperately.

Collapsing against the bed, Natalie closed her eyes. She felt Tanner release her wrists and ankles, then take off her red shoes. He slid beside her, holding her body next to his, with her back to his chest. She drifted, floating on a cloud, deeply satisfied.

Tanner pulled her closer. He whispered softly in her ear. “You didn’t obey, baby. I never said you could come.” But he said it gently.

“No,” she said. “You didn’t. But it’s your fault, and you know it.”

Tanner put his palm on her belly, pressing her closer. Natalie smiled and snuggled against her husband. It was a wonderful anniversary, very wonderful.

The weather turned warmer and edged into summer. It seemed life was just as pleasant as the season. Andre and Sara were now married; the joy they shared warmed Natalie’s heart. They were like part of the family.

Only the week before, Jazzy had invited her sister over for tea to tell her the good news. Asher was thriving, and soon to start kindergarten. And her son would soon have a sibling. After months of trying and nearly giving up, Jazzy was pregnant. She was ecstatic and so was Ellis.

Natalie couldn’t be happier for her sister. And Ellis had persuaded Paul LaRoche to take the risk to leave Artisan and join him at Jazzy’s Bistro. The move had paid off, and with Paul’s talents added to the business venture, things turned around. The restaurant was no longer struggling. And Paul’s wife, Amanda, took over managing the serving staff and greeting customers.

Jazzy took Asher to the restaurant sometimes. He liked to watch his daddy in the kitchen and sometimes helped out. “Bring me the butter,” Ellis would say, and Asher would hop over to bring it to him. Maybe one day Asher would be a chef too, but Natalie had a hunch basketball would be his first love.

As if that weren’t enough to make Natalie feel that she led a charmed life, she got a call from Cheryl with news that Dani was buying a home in New York. The social media enterprise he’d invested in was booming. Both Tanner and Dani were realizing the profits they’d aspired to in that sector, due in part to Sean Reid, the savvy consultant they’d hired. Needing more time in the city, he’d instructed Cheryl to find and purchase a home. That meant Natalie would get to see her friend more often, and she was delighted.

There was still the matter of Natalie having a baby of her own. It hadn’t happened yet, but both Tanner and she wanted a family. It was only a matter of time. Meanwhile, she continued to work, getting ahead on new designs in preparation for taking some time off. Natalie wanted to be home with her baby and planned for that event.

In the nice weather Natalie had taken up hiking. The trip to Montréal earlier in the year had inspired her. It was so beautiful with the water and wooded areas that she felt the need to get out more. She was in her office too much of the time. Joining a local hiking club gave her encouragement to engage in outdoor activity. Their new home in the country was under renovation, and once they moved in she’d have more beautiful areas to frequent.

Hudson River Valley was a good place to hike, so one weekend Natalie persuaded Tanner to drive to Bear Mountain State Park. The forested mountains rose high above the river, and at the top, they got out for a while to take in the commanding views of the valley far below. The popular park afforded camping, hiking, boating, and even golf. It might be a great place for a family camping trip. They enjoyed a hike together, breathing in the fresh mountain air.

About a week later, they were having lunch on the terrace at home. It was almost too warm, but the misters allowed them to be out in the open air and enjoy the view of Manhattan. They’d decided to keep their place in the city since Tanner’s business still centered in the financial district. If they needed to stay in town they wanted comfortable lodgings, not only for them, but for the children they still hoped to have.

Sipping hibiscus tea, Natalie began to feel queasy, which rapidly turned into strong nausea. Her first thought was a tinge of excitement that maybe she was pregnant. Morning sickness would be a welcome ailment. But she knew that wasn’t possible. She’d started her period just that morning.

Her head had been pounding when she woke up, but she hadn’t mentioned it in an effort to avoid ruining their day together. The pain had not been subdued much by the headache remedy she took, and feeling the pressure, Natalie rubbed her temples.

“Are you okay,
baby? You’re frowning.” Tanner noticed her rubbing her head, and the lack of her normal cheerful attitude caught his attention. Was she worried about something?

“I’m not sure. I feel a little warm and kind of achy.”

Tanner reached over to feel her forehead. “You are warm. Let’s go inside.” Sitting her on a chair in the living room, Tanner went to get the thermometer.