Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

  Eric looked at Natasha. “Anything you need to know sweetheart?” He asked her, but she shook her head. “Well, thank you again Thomas for everything and I’ll thank Maggie when I see her next but you run along and go spend time with that good wife of yours.” Eric told him and after they both shook hands again, Thomas walked outside and a few minutes later a late model 4WD drove out from behind the house and headed off down the driveway. Finally Natasha and Eric were alone.

  “Come on baby, I’ll show you upstairs.” And he grabbed the bags. “Ladies first.” He said and she started climbing the stairs ahead of him. When she got to the top and looked around, she couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips.

  “Oh Eric, it’s beautiful.” She breathed as she moved around the room. It was just the one bedroom, but what a bedroom, it was huge. A massive canopy bed dominated the room with assorted antique furniture bedside tables and a dressing table. Eric had utilized the wall space where they sloped in for the pitch of the A frame and it was all walk in robes down both sides of the bedroom. They weren’t high inside due to the roof, but they extended almost the full length of the room.

  There was a door at the top of the stairs which led to a small ensuite and at the far end of the room the large french doors opened out onto a balcony. Natasha was drawn to the balcony, opening the doors to step out, immediately captivated by the stunning views. Mt Roland loomed before them in its large rocky form and to either side were more mountain ranges. There were paddocks everywhere surrounding the home and she could see cattle grazing in far fields.

  “How many acres is this all on?” She asked Eric.

  “It’s only 150 acres baby.” He told her and her eyebrows shot up.

  “Only?” She said dryly.

  “Well sweetheart in Tasmania, 150 acres isn’t much more than a hobby farm.” He told her.

  “Are those cows yours?” She asked and Eric nodded.

  “I also have horses here too.” He said and Natasha’s face lit up.

  “Really?” She exclaimed. “I love horses. Do you ride?” And again he nodded.

  “We can go horse riding if you like baby.” And she couldn’t contain her excitement.

  “Oh yes please Eric.” She said.

  Natasha walked back inside, heading for the bed, reaching out to run her fingers over the ornately carved timber posts that supported the canopy. “I’ve always loved horses Eric. I think they are stunning animals.” Her eyes glowed with her enthusiasm.

  “You are excited aren’t you?” He asked walking towards her and she nodded. “I haven’t been horse riding in so long. I love it, so yeah, I’m excited.” She said.

  Eric pulled the remote for the egg from his pocket and Natasha tensed up when she saw it. Oh god, he wouldn’t would he? “Let’s see how excited you can get.” He said and he hit one of the buttons on the remote and the egg buzzed to life inside her.

  “Eric, please, no more.” She gasped as it pulsed and vibrated against her secret spot. She squeezed her feminine muscles down on it as it began to build her pleasure back up again and her legs nearly gave way on her but Eric pulled her against him, holding her on her feet.

  He trailed his lips down the side of her neck and Natasha shivered in response. His hands reached around her to cup her breasts through her clothes and he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, back and forth until they peaked. His touch was maddening. She wanted her release so badly but Eric wasn’t allowing it. He dropped a hand between her legs, cupping her sex and she gasped, gyrating her hips against him, desperate for relief. “Patience baby.” He said against her ear and Natasha shivered in response.

  “Damn you Eric.” She moaned and she gasped again, panting hard when he began to rub his fingers over her swollen clitoris through the denim of her jeans. His touch was maddening, exciting, frustrating and she needed more. She needed him touching her without the barrier of her jeans between her sensitive skin and his caressing fingers. She squeezed hard on the egg as it pulsed inside her, desperate for the orgasm that hung there, just out of reach.

  Again Eric switched off the egg and stepped back which forced a soft scream of frustration from her. Natasha’s knees gave way and she sank down to the floor, her eyes welling up. Tears of frustration and denied pleasure made it suddenly all become too much for her.

  “Come on baby, stop being a baby.” Eric said, putting his hand out to pull her to her feet, but Natasha ignored his outstretched hand and stayed huddled on the floor as hot tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

  “Natasha, I said, get up.” Eric’s voice was firmer but still she ignored him, choosing to stay on the floor feeling just too emotionally exhausted to obey him. “Dammit Natasha, stop being such a baby about this.” He said. “Come on, get up, I’m………..” Eric’s voice suddenly stopped mid sentence. He bent down closer to her and unable to control herself any longer, a muffled sob escaped her.

  “Oh fuck.” His voice softened and he dropped down beside her, gathering up the curtain of her hair that had fallen forward hiding her face from him. “Oh baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s my fault. I should have thought about it more, I should have realised it was going to be too much too soon for someone with as little experience as you. God, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He gathered her into his arms and held her as a few more silent sobs shook her body. He dropped kisses on her temple, her cheek, all the while apologizing for taking it too far with her.

  Natasha sagged against him, unable to fight her emotions any longer. Eric’s constant torment of building her climax, then denying it had become too much for her. She was emotionally drained, physically drained and if this is what it was like to be constantly worked up, then cooled off and worked up and cooled off for hours just to finally obtain the orgasm to end all orgasms, then she didn’t want to be a part of that.

  “I’ll take care of you baby.” Eric said, putting his arms around her and lifting her up to place her down gently on the huge bed. Carefully he removed her shoes before popping the buttons on her jeans and easing them down her legs then tossed them onto the floor. He slipped her tiny lace panties over her hips and carefully removed them where they joined her jeans on the floor.

  Eric stood looking down at her but Natasha had her arm over her face so he wouldn’t see how pitiful she’d become. Gently he parted her legs, and touched his fingers to her swollen button. She jumped violently and cried out. It was super sensitive and just his slightest touch was a pleasure so intense, it was unbearable.

  “No more.” She gasped, thrashing from side to side.

  “Calm down baby, I’m going to make you feel better.” Eric said, parting her thighs until he could lie between them. “I’ve taken it too far with you and I’m sorry, but you are far more responsive than any woman I’ve ever known. All this.” He held up the remote for the egg and Natasha tensed. “ It’s about the control sweetheart. I have all the control and you surrender to me. It can be very rewarding sexually, but maybe I should have eased you into something like that. I toyed with you too long for your first time.” He said.

  “You know though, control and surrender can work both ways baby. I’m open to you controlling me Natasha, you can have that power to tease me and taunt me, tempt me and frustrate me.” He looked at her. “Come to think of it, you’ve done a bit of that already, but it can work both ways. Sex is not the man’s domain to conquer and control anymore baby. I’d like to think the male of the species is a little more well rounded now.” He said, trying to make light of it to get some sort of response from Natasha. She risked a peek out from under her arm where Eric watched her as he spoke but she was too drained and although she’d listened to everything he’d said, she still couldn’t be bothered making too much effort to respond to him.

  “No more egg, not like this.” She whispered. “It was too much.” And Eric nodded.

  “Ok baby, no more egg.” He agreed. He reached between her legs and tugged gently. Natasha felt the egg pull free from her body and a trickle o
f her juices flowed out from behind it.

  Eric groaned. “Fuck baby, you are so fucking wet. Let me take care of you. I’m going to blow your mind.” He said huskily as he ran his eyes over her dripping opening. She watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled her scent and his eyes darkened with arousal.

  He bent his head, touching his lips to her core, lapping at her juices. He licked and sucked his way through her folds, plunging his tongue as deep inside her as he could before licking and sucking his way back up to her clitoris, circling it and licking at it. Natasha jerked and twitched, starting to pant as her climax rapidly built in her again. Her fingers tunneled through Eric’s hair as her pleasure increased. She tore at his silky strands and she gasped when his hot breath fanned over her sensitive flesh as he grunted in pain.

  He lifted his head for a moment to look at her. “Baby, you’re gonna rip all my hair out. “ He growled and Natasha tried to ease the desperate hold she had on his hair. When she had loosened her stranglehold, Eric lowered his mouth to her clitoris and began to lap at her again. She tensed when she felt her orgasm was about to hit her, almost fearful it would be denied again but Eric lifted his head to look up at her tense face. “Come for me baby.” He said softly and with one more lap of his tongue, Natasha exploded, her orgasm ripping through her body. She screamed, her hips bucking up violently off the bed, her body feeling like it was going to come apart completely. It was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced. Everything went black for a moment, and she thought she was going to die the feelings flooding her body were so powerful. There was a loud roaring in her ears and she dragged air into her tortured lungs, while slowly everything came back into focus. Her hips still moved, gyrating uncontrollably as she rode out every incredible, extremely pleasurable second of her orgasm which seemed to flutter and pulse through her endlessly. Eric lapped and sucked on her as she came apart, drinking her juices as they spurted from her body.

  Slowly she started to come down from her orgasm and realised that Eric had moved and was lying on the bed alongside of her watching every emotion play out on her face. His hand came out to rest on her stomach in an attempt to calm her down. Slowly her body began to relax although she could still feel the flutters inside, like the beat of butterflies wings in her. Her eyes met Eric’s and he smiled at her.

  “I told you baby.” Was all he said. He really didn’t need to say more. She finally got why he’d tortured her so much and he had witnessed what the slow torturous build up had done for her, but given how incredibly drained she was feeling now, she wasn’t so sure she wanted a repeat performance anytime soon.

  He kissed her cheek and climbed off the bed briefly, digging around in his bag before emerging with a familiar package in his hand. Eric started removing his clothes, kicking off his shoes, tugging down his jeans and pulling his t-shirt over his head before climbing back onto the bed. Natasha watched him roll a condom down his erection and he grabbed her limp body rolling her onto her stomach.

  Lowering himself onto her as she lay prone, he pressed forward, easing his shaft into her. He began to move slowly, steadily in and out of her body and Natasha couldn’t believe that she was feeling the pressure starting to build in her again.

  Eric’s thrusting was slow and steady and although it was pleasant, it wasn’t enough, Natasha wanted more. In the position they were in, his penetration wasn’t as deep as in other positions, she needed him harder, deeper. “Eric.” She moaned. “Please, it’s not enough, harder, fuck me harder.” She said curving her spine, pressing her buttocks up against him.

  Grunting, Eric pulled away from her, slipping his hands under her to pull her up so her glistening folds were exposed to him. She heard him moan before he grabbed her hips to steady her and slammed into her, burying himself as deep as he could go. He began to thrust hard and fast and Natasha met his thrusts by pushing back against him. “Faster.” She groaned and Eric thrust even harder, digging his hands into her hips to hold her when she started moving up the bed.

  Natasha dropped onto her elbows, her eyes closed and she felt his hand tangle in her hair, pulling until her head was tilted right back. He bent over her his other hand underneath her keeping her firmly in place. One hand restrained her by the hair so she couldn’t be pushed from him with his frantic pace and his other hand kept her tilted as he drove into her, hard and deep, banging into her cervix over and over. His movements were violent almost rough as he drove into her, pounding hard against her, grunting with every thrust.

  Her orgasm was building in her body and with one hard thrust, Eric swore as his release took him over. “Baby, fuck it, hurry, hurry, come with me.” He ground out and he thrust violently a few more times before a second orgasm hit Natasha, splintering through her body and they both collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, hearts pounding together.

  Eric pulled free and got off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. Natasha lay on the bed, motionless, her body felt boneless. She was exhausted. She couldn’t believe how exhausted she felt. She wanted to look around Eric’s home a bit, but for now, she just had to close her eyes for a moment.

  It would only be a moment she told herself, just until Eric came back from the bathroom but she was so tired and unable to fight her overwhelming fatigue any longer Natasha gave in to the darkness, letting it pull her under and she slept.

  She never did get to see him come out, walk over to the bed and stand, looking down at her sleeping peacefully. She never felt the hand on her hair, soothing her, the blanket he pulled over her, just as she never got to see the look in his eyes or hear the words he whispered in her ear, she simply slept the almost coma like sleep of someone who was truly physically and emotionally exhausted.

  Chapter 14.

  When Natasha woke, the room was in darkness. For a moment she forgot where she was until everything from the day came back to her, flooding her mind and when she moved, she discovered her limbs still felt almost boneless and there were delicious aches in her body from Eric’s rough possession of her.

  Even her scalp was a little tender from where he’d held her hair, almost using it like the reins on a horse to hold her steady. Sex with Eric when he was like that was exciting though. To experience him thrusting into her with almost a sense of violence was an enormous turn on for her. She loved it when the normally very professional Mr Eric Rothman, lost control. Just thinking about it made her wet and as if she had no self control, one hand strayed under the blanket that covered her and brushed through her strip of tight curls, seeking out that little sensitive nub, spreading the moisture from between her thighs over it and beginning a slow circling before brushing her fingers over it, gradually getting faster and faster as her clitoris swelled and became almost painfully sensitive. Her whole body felt incredibly sensitive still as though Eric’s prolonged torture with the egg had flipped a switch and now she was accutely aware of every nerve ending, every slightest touch.

  In no time at all she felt her climax building and as it hit her, flooding her body , she bit down on her lip to stop herself crying out, although she had no idea where Eric was anyway. Probably downstairs as there was a glow in the room from the lights down there.

  Her hips rocked through the last waves of her orgasm and although it helped, it hadn’t done enough to dampen her desire for any real length of time. She felt bereft, a sense of loss and realised that it wasn’t the same without Eric’s touch, his tongue, his skillful hands, his wonderfully large penis. “You’re turning into a slut Natasha.” She whispered to herself.

  She lay there for a while longer, shifting her body restlessly beneath the blanket, every touch, every slightest brush of the linen over her body felt like a caress and Natasha finally threw the blanket aside, the cool air fanning over her heated skin and with a sigh of frustration she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

  From the glow of the lights downstairs she made her way to the bathroom grimacing when she saw herself in the mirror above the vanity unit. Her hair lo
oked like a bird’s nest, there were streaks of mascara down her cheeks from her tears earlier and she felt desperately in need of a shower.

  She left the bathroom and groped her way around the room until she found a light switch so she could see to dig around in her bag for her toiletries and a much needed hair brush. She picked out a clean pair of panties and made her way back to the bathroom, to shower and try and make herself more presentable.

  The warm water cascading over her body was both soothing and a little erotic. Her skin was so sensitive, her senses heightened and if this was all due to Eric’s prolonged torment with the egg, bringing her to the brink of her orgasm then denying her over and over, then she wasn’t so sure she wanted him doing something like that to her again.

  Natasha took her time in the shower, washing her hair, soaping up her body with the vanilla scented body wash she found in the bathroom and brushing her teeth. Once she was finished, she carefully dried herself, her body tingling as she ran the soft towel over her herself. Even the brush of the towel over her sensitive skin sent shivers through her and she hastily finished off before slipping on her pale blue lacy thong.

  When she left the bathroom, wrapped in her towel, the thong she wore teased her swollen lips, the gentle rubbing between her legs a constant reminder of her sexually heightened state and Natasha groaned. This was getting almost too much for her to bear now. She considered pleasuring herself again but what she really needed was Eric. He could fill that void, help ease the empty feeling she had inside. She needed him buried inside her, to feel the fullness of him as he stretched her fully to accommodate him, only he could truly fulfill her and that scared her a little when their future was so doubtful. She was rapidly becoming an Eric junkie and she had no desire to be cured of her addiction.