Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  She got him all worked up until he was panting and when she leaned forward to trace his bottom lip with her tongue, his cock jerked hard, obviously showing it was more than ready for some action.

  “Get on your knees.” Natasha’s quiet voice broke through the foggy cloud of arousal in his brain and his eyes shot open when she removed her hands from him.

  “What?” He struggled to pull himself together enough to find out what she’d said and why the fuck she didn’t have her hands on his cock anymore.

  “Get on your knees.” She repeated and fuck but she didn’t need to ask him again, although just the thought of what she might do to him had him weeping pre cum from the red and swollen head of his penis.

  ‘Oh fuck,’ he screamed loudly, but only in his head when Natasha’s lips closed around him and she took him straight to the back of her throat. Fuck it, he was going to die and go to heaven. Fuck it, no he wasn’t. The thoughts going through his head would be enough to ensure heaven would be slamming the door in his face.

  All thoughts left his head after that as everything in him centred on what Natasha’s mouth was doing to his cock. She licked her way up and down him, sucking on him until he thought he was going to explode and unable to help himself, he buried his hands in her hair, hanging on while her mouth brought him closer and closer to his release.

  She grasped the base of his cock with one hand while she rolled her tongue over the head before licking her way down him again and grazing her teeth back up.

  Eric’s fingers dug into her scalp, hanging onto her hair in a death like grip and even when he vaguely realised he was hurting her, he couldn’t ease off. Everything in him was centred on the pressure building up in him until his balls tightened and he knew he was going to come.

  He groaned, tugging on Natasha’s hair, not entirely sure that she wanted him flooding her mouth. “Natasha. Stop, I’m going to come.” But she ignored him, flicking her tongue over the head of his painfully hard cock until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a jerk of his hips, he thrust, burying himself deeper into her mouth and groaned loudly as he began to pump his hot cum into her. He cried out when she sucked harder on him, draining him of every last drop until he sagged, totally spent.

  As he collapsed back into the water, gasping desperately for air, Natasha settled down between his legs, leaning back against him where they could both feel the last twitches through his cock where it still stood sandwiched between them.

  When his breathing had settled a bit Eric pressed his lips against her damp neck and gave her a gentle nip. “God sweetheart, you’re fantastic.” She really was too. If he’d only known all these months that his inexperienced PA could give the best head he’d ever had, he’d have had her down on her knees much earlier than just over the last couple of days.

  He picked up the soap and started to bath her, taking his time, savouring the feel of her soft skin. Of course, any excuse to touch her. He loved touching her and he had to admit to himself that he loved bathing her, something he’d never had the desire to do with another woman before.

  Once he was finished, Natasha turned to him and gently bathed him too and he watched her as she concentrated over the task, feeling his heart swell almost painfully in his chest. God, but he loved her and immediately the words were spoken inside his head, he panicked. His heart rate started to pick up as the reality of his feelings for this woman filled him. Hell no, he couldn’t. He couldn’t fall in love with her because he didn’t do love, he didn’t make himself that vulnerable to pain. He’d lived through enough of it. He knew what it felt like to love and be unloved. No way would she ever love him, if she knew what he was, if she knew about his past.

  He had to get out of the spa. It was time to get his head back under control and stop the thoughts flooding his brain that were scaring the crap out of him. He couldn’t let her see what was going on in his mind and with some effort he masked his facial expression so Natasha wouldn’t see the truth in his eyes.

  Reaching under the water, he linked his fingers with hers and raised their hands from the water to study their skin. “How about we get out of here? We’re turning into prunes.”

  His heart skipped a beat when she gave him a husky sounding laugh and looked at their joined hands.

  They both stood up and Eric helped Natasha out of the spa grabbing a towel to wrap around her before hastily drying himself and tying his towel at his waist while he turned his attention to her and started drying her. “Eric, please, I can dry myself.” She protested.

  “I know that, but I want to do this. Let me dry you.” He insisted and despite his conflicting emotions, he really did want to dry her. Fortunately she gave up protesting and stood there while he thoroughly dried her off.

  Once he was done, he slipped her robe back on and released her hair from its clip before carefully brushing it until it lay in a shining wave down her back. He pulled his own robe on and watched as Natasha sprayed perfume at her throat and wrists. When she put the bottle back down on the vanity unit, he circled her waist, dropping his head to her neck, breathing deeply of her scent. “I love that perfume you wear baby. It smells so good. You smell so good.”

  Natasha smiled at him in the mirror before turning towards him and after taking her hand, they left the bathroom. He couldn’t help grinning when she yawned loudly. Obviously he was starting to tire her out. “I think it’s time for someone to get some sleep.” Watching as she slipped off her robe and climbed into bed.

  Eric climbed in with her, pulling her into his arms, tucking her body as close to his as he could, her head under his chin and one leg thrown over hers.

  “Sleep my baby.” He said, feeling Natasha’s body relax as sleep claimed her quickly and unable to control himself, he shifted closer, touching his lips to her ear. “I love you sweetheart.” Feeling his heart leap almost painfully in his chest as he realised she might have heard him but when there was no change in her steady even breathing her relaxed. Admitting to himself that he loved her, was monumental enough, secretly revealing he loved her when she couldn’t hear him was a big step but no way was he ready to say it so she could hear him. Chances were, he would never be ready for that. More than likely she wouldn’t want to hear that either as he knew what he was. He was the man that no one could love. His entire life that fact had been proven to him. His father, his mother, his mother’s boyfriends after his father died and every single one of his girlfriends. Oh, they’d told him they loved him, but they didn’t really. They loved his money, the sex, his position in society, but never him and even when now confronted with the woman who had the power to steal his heart, he knew in the end, she wouldn’t be able to love him either.

  CHAPTER 6

  Eric wasn’t sure what woke him. It was only just breaking dawn outside from what he could see from the little bit of dim light coming in around the drapes in the bedroom.

  Natasha still slept beside him, her head cradled on his chest, one leg thrown over his and he slipped an arm around her, enjoying the feel of her body up against his. He closed his eyes attempting to get back to sleep when he heard the noise again and when he glanced towards the bedside table, he realised the sound was his mobile phone vibrating.

  God dammit, he’d been specific, don’t bother him for the week unless it was an emergency and for someone to be ringing him, it had better fucking be an emergency.

  As carefully as he could, Eric extracted himself from under Natasha, grabbed his phone and climbed out of bed, heading for the living room so he wouldn’t wake her. His phone had stopped ringing again and when he checked to see who it was, it was Brad Carmichael, who ran his London office. What the fuck did he want? It was almost 6am. He needed to call Carmichael back, sort the problem and get back to bed so he wasn’t wasting any of his time that he could be spending with his PA.

  As soon as he called Carmichael back, he knew there was a problem. “I’ve just landed at
Mascot Airport Eric. I need to see you. We have a problem with the Phillips account.”

  Instantly Eric was fully awake. “I’m staying in the city Brad. I’ll get the limo and come and pick you up. Give me an hour or so.” He told Carmichael and hung up. Damn, damn and fuck. He didn’t need this shit and he sure as hell didn’t need it now. There had been numerous backwards and forwards crap with the Phillips Corporation and he was rapidly losing his patience with it all. If he didn’t see an opportunity to make a lot of money out of the purchase, he’d have dropped negotiations a long time ago.

  Eric called Henry to bring the limo to the hotel then headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth and quickly shave. Hastily and as quietly as possible, he dressed in a charcoal grey suit, white shirt and pink tie and pocketed his phone and wallet before he suddenly realised he couldn’t just walk out without leaving a note for Natasha. She’d wake and wonder where he was and he didn’t want her worrying or thinking he’d left her so after hunting around, he found a notepad with the hotel’s name on it and quickly wrote a note for her, placing it on the bedside table so she would hopefully see it when she woke up. Unable to resist, he bent and dropped a feather light kiss on her tangled mass of curls, his heart swelling as he looked down at her. Fuck but she was so damned beautiful. He hated having to leave her but with Carmichael thinking things were serious enough to fly out to meet with him, he could hardly ignore him and crawl back into bed with Natasha, no matter how strong the desire was to do just that.

  Once he was ready, he grabbed his laptop and cast one final glance back at her before leaving the suite, walking to the elevators to head downstairs to the waiting limo.

  * * *

  Eric hadn’t seen Brad Carmichael in person for a couple of years but he still had no problems recognising him at busy Mascot Airport. Brad was a slight built man, with receding sandy coloured hair and pale blue eyes. He looked tense and tired when Eric finally found him in the crowd of people moving around the airport terminal. They shook hands and with Carmichael following him, they headed out to the waiting limo.

  When they’d both taken a seat in the well-appointed limo, Eric facing forward and Brad towards the rear of the car they spent time on small talk as they were driven to Eric’s inner city apartment that he kept for more casual business meetings. He kept the apartment for those occasions when he was too tired to head to his home and of course the main use of the apartment was to take his various girlfriends to for sex. No way had he ever taken them to his private home. Those women had served a purpose, they weren’t ones he wanted to get close to and that was why he couldn’t insult Natasha and take her there for the week rather than the hotel because before he’d known she was a virgin, he recognised that she was above being taken to the bed where many other women had spread their legs for him.

  Just thinking about Natasha distracted him from what Brad was saying to him and he forced his mind back to their conversation before the stirring of his cock in his pants became a full blown hard on and put him in an embarrassing position while with Carmichael.

  Finally the limo pulled up at the very high, very expensive block of apartments and armed with their laptops, they both stepped into the elevator to take them up to the top floor where Eric’s apartment was.

  When he swung the door open, indicating for Brad to go ahead of him, he watched Carmichael’s gaze moving around the marble tiled foyer as he waited to see where he should go next.

  Eric stepped in front of him. “Follow me.” He moved through the living room and down a short hallway before swinging the door open to a large room with a table that almost dominated the room, surrounded with chairs that could seat up to 20 people.

  He sat down at the head of the table and waited while Carmichael sat down at the closest chair to his left and they both powered up their laptops. “So what’s the problem with the Phillips Corporation Brad? They’re still prepared to sell to us aren’t they?”

  “They were Eric but now they’ve had an offer from one of our rival companies which is more than ours. The CEO is declining our offer and wants to go with the other one plus he’s concerned about his employees. He doesn’t want to see them all without jobs.” Brad explained.

  Eric cursed. One of the downsides of his business was rival companies trying to steal deals from under their noses. “Ok, I’m not sure why we couldn’t sort this out over the phone though. I was on a week’s break Brad.”

  “I was due for a break myself and my marriage is over. I thought I’d come out here and see you personally and get myself out of the crap that is my home life for a while.”

  “Well you’re here now.” Eric sighed. Fuck but he didn’t need this shit. He just wanted to get this meeting over with and get back to the hotel. “Come on, lets get Phillips up on Skype and see if we can’t sort this shit out.”

  For the next few hours they worked on finding a solution with the CEO of Phillips Corporation that they could all agree with. In the end it cost him a bit more than he originally thought it would and he’d assured Phillips that all staff would be taken care of. By the time it was sorted out, he was tired and just wanted out of there again.

  Still he couldn’t just dump Carmichael and head back to the hotel so they left his apartment and he took him to an Italian restaurant nearby for lunch. All the time he sat in the restaurant talking with Brad, then when he organised for the limo to take his London CEO back to Mascot Airport while Eric settled on getting a taxi back to the hotel, his mind was on Natasha. He wondered what she was doing, whether she was missing him and as the taxi drew closer and closer to the hotel, his heart rate increased in anticipation of seeing her again. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he had missed her.

  When Eric let himself into the penthouse suite of the hotel just after 3pm, the first thing that registered with him was how quiet it was. Was Natasha asleep? It was possible. They’d been making love so much and she had seemed quite tired at times, that it wouldn’t surprise him if she’d given in to exhaustion again, which meant he’d have the fun of waking her up with his fingers buried in her pussy and his tongue down her throat. Just thinking about it made him instantly hard.

  Natasha wasn’t in bed though and when he looked, she wasn’t in the bathroom. Where the hell was she? Eric could feel his heart rate increasing as his anxiety grew. Fuck, but had she left him? All his childhood fears began to close in on him as he frantically rushed around the penthouse from room to room calling for her but there was no response.

  Almost too afraid to look, he checked to see if her bags were gone and he felt a moment’s relief to see they were there and the walk in robe, still filled with her clothes but Natasha definitely wasn’t there. She’d gone, the question was, where the hell was she?

  The more Eric paced through the penthouse suite, the more anxious and irritable he became. How could she leave him? Why had she gone? Ok, she had to be coming back but he needed to know where she was. He needed her back now. He had to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her against him, but she wasn’t there and damn it but she’d done exactly the same as everyone else who meant anything to him had done, she’d left him. While he worked himself up into a semi crazed state, the more rational part of his brain was telling him that his behaviour was being anything but rational, but he couldn’t help it. The knowledge that everyone he’d ever cared about in his life eventually left him was enough to bring all his old insecurities to the surface and arriving back at the hotel to no Natasha was only fuelling all his insecurities.

  He dragged his phone out and started calling her, but it went to her voice mail. By his tenth unanswered call, he was almost ready to tear his hair out. Fuck it, but he had to rein his panic in. Perhaps he should go and have a shower and hope to hell she got back soon.

  Hastily he stripped off his suit and shirt, taking the time to hang everything back up noticing the tremor running through his hands. He had to rein in the fear that clawed at
his stomach and try and be sensible. “Calm the fuck down Rothman.” He told himself.

  Standing under the warm spray of the shower helped a little but when he’d dried off and dressed in jeans and a black shirt which he left hanging open, he felt his anxiety returning and tried again to get Natasha on the phone, but nothing, it went to voice mail again.

  Just when he was thinking he might have to go out and look for her, he heard movement at the door and a wave of frustration and rage swept through him. He stormed over to the door, all rational thought leaving his mind. All he was focused on was getting to Natasha.

  He yanked the door open violently his angry blue gaze falling on the woman who had him so worked up. Her hand holding the card to unlock the door was still raised and her startled blue green eyes met his. Neither of them said anything for a few moments. He raged, his anger threatening to consume him and she must have sensed his anger because she chewed on her lip, something she only seemed to do when she was nervous. The sight of her even white teeth ravaging her lip drew his eyes down and he watched, wondering why she seemed uneasy.

  He stepped forward, his hands fisted at his sides, still fuming although he wasn’t entirely sure why he was so angry, but he couldn’t seem to dampen it down, no matter how hard he tried. “Where the fuck have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been trying to ring you for fucking ages.” His voice was low but even he could hear the undertone of simmering rage.

  “I… I… I went out. My phone is flat.” She stammered at him and Eric felt a small pang of guilt for bringing that note of fear into her voice, but he was bordering out of control. What the fuck made him so crazy with her?