When Natasha’s hands dropped to his belt he knew he had to stop her. They weren’t going to have sex in the limo and he wasn’t going to let her have the orgasm she was desperate for in it, either. He hit the switch to turn the egg off again and she cried out, writhing on the seat, her hips circling as she tried to bring herself to orgasm. Fuck but watching her was killing him. This lesson was supposed to be about teaching her delayed gratification but he was denying himself too since watching her so desperately aroused was taking his own level of desire to the extreme. He had to stop her before she brought him undone. “Natasha, stop it.” He almost cringed at the harsh tone in his voice but she was testing his own control more than he had expected. “You have to learn some self control baby and we’re almost home so we can’t finish this here.”
“But I was so close, that was cruel.” She complained and Eric tried not to smile at the grumpy look on her face.
“This is a lesson for you baby. Not all sex is about instant gratification. Sometimes we have to wait for the right moment. Sometimes we have the build up but miss out on the climax and sometimes it’s all about building the pleasure up, then denying the orgasm. If you think your orgasms have been intense now sweetheart, you haven’t lived until you have an orgasm born from several rounds of denial.” He leaned back to see what affect his words were having on her.
“But I don’t want to wait.” She said and Eric chuckled.
“Trust me baby, it’ll be worth the wait.” He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers one by one. He did laugh out loud when she pouted at him before he switched the egg back on and watched her climb back up to a highly aroused state again before switching it back off. He did wonder if he was pushing her too hard and her next words definitely proved he was walking a fine line with her.
“Fuck you Eric. You’re going to kill me. I won’t live long enough to have this mind blowing orgasm you keep promising me.” She ground out through gritted teeth and he could do nothing more than laugh at her. God he loved her. She might look like she wanted to lay his guts out on the seat between them, but she was putting up with it. Ok, she was complaining a lot but she hadn’t been reduced to violence, at least not yet.
“We’re almost there, calm down baby.” Eric said, just as the limo turned into the long winding driveway of his home. That drew Natasha’s attention outside of the limo again and he watched her as she took in the views as they drove along a tree lined drive which finally opened up, giving her, her first glimpse of his home, with the imposing bulk of Mt Roland behind it.
The limo swept around the circular drive until it pulled up in front of his house and he waited for Natasha to climb out first, smiling to himself when she seemed a bit shaky on her legs. Once he got out too, he breathed in deeply, loving the clean, fresh air that Tasmania was famous for. His eyes moved to his PA again as he waited to see what her reaction to his home was going to be. He was surprised how nervous he felt. Having her love it as much as he did was suddenly very important to him.
He looked up at the house, trying to see it through her eyes. He’d designed and built it himself. It was an A frame home, with the bedroom upstairs in the peak of the ‘A’ and for easy maintenance the external walls were colourbond in cream with timber verandahs and handrails in the heritage red and green. Large French doors lead out onto the upstairs deck. He’d done everything he could to take advantage of the spectacular views from the house.
Eric loved it here. The grounds around the house were big, but they were completely surrounded by trees that gave the place natural privacy. The gardens were well maintained thanks to Tom, with a vegetable garden, assorted sheds and a large shed which housed his cars. It was peaceful and he regretted that he didn’t get down here more often.
Suddenly Tom came around the corner of the house from the back somewhere and Eric grinned when he saw him. Tom was Maggie’s husband and had been not only a great friend to him, but almost like a father figure and given that his real father had been a bastard who finally killed himself drunk behind the wheel, Eric appreciated having an older male figure in his life. Maggie had taken over as his second mother when his own mother had been more interested in finding a replacement husband than raising her child, so he adored her. That was why he’d given them a parcel of his land and arranged for a home to be built on it as he’d wanted to do something for them, for the years Maggie in particular had been there for him. No one but Maggie, Tom and himself knew about that though. He always told people they were his neighbours. That was their little secret.
Tom’s craggy face broke out in a big smile and he reached out to shake Eric’s hand. “Eric, it’s so great to see you, it’s been a long time.”
“Thomas, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Natasha Barrington. Natasha this is Thomas, he takes care of this place for me when I’m not around.”
Eric watched as they shook hands, his gaze moving between the two of them to see how they reacted to one another. She gave Tom a warm smile, which he returned, so good start so far. Natasha asked him to call her by her name rather than being so formal with the Miss Barrington and as Tom continued to smile at her, Eric felt an irrational stab of jealousy at the look of appreciation in the older man’s eyes.
“Back of Thomas. She’s mine.” He joked to cover up the confusion of how he was feeling.
“You don’t have to worry Eric. I don’t have eyes for anyone other than my beautiful Maggie.” He laughed. “We’ve been married 32 years in July.” He told Natasha.
“Wow, that’s amazing. It must be wonderful having a love that lasts like that.” Her eyes shifted to Eric and he met her look wondering if that was what she hoped for one day herself. Fuck but he wanted to be the man that she shared a love with that would last for decades.
Thomas’s voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned to the older man who was at the car about to take out their bags. “No Thomas, you’re not doing that alone, I’ll help.” He walked over and together they pulled their bags from the limo. He sat them down at the steps to the house and looked over at Natasha who was watching them with that Mona Lisa smile on her face.
He reached into his pocket and hit the button to turn the egg on, a wicked grin on his face as he watched her face for her reaction. Her legs sagged and she stumbled, regaining her balance to shoot an angry glare at him. Thomas hurried over to her, a look of concern on his face as he asked if she was alright and Eric watched the exchange as she assured him she was ok.
He made it to her side, suddenly not wanting Tom to be the one offering her a supportive arm. He took her arm, his voice filled with concern as he asked if she was alright but with humour glinting in his eyes since he knew exactly what was going on with her. She glared up at him and retaliated by digging her fingernails into his arm and he winced at the pain. His gorgeous woman had claws, it literally felt like it and she wasn’t afraid to use them either, going by the deep half moon crescents she left in his arm.
“Eric, please stop it.” She said so only he could hear her and he relented turning off the egg before quickly grabbing her when she sagged against him.
“I think we need to get this little lady inside.” Thomas’s voice momentarily drew his attention away from Natasha’s tense face. She scrambled away from him, her cheeks bright red with her embarrassment and he could see she’d managed to get her legs back under control although she was still shooting daggers at him from her blue green eyes.
Ignoring the look she was giving him he joined Tom and together they carried the bags inside with Natasha following them probably wishing she had a knife to sink between his shoulder blades. Once they got inside even Eric had to take a moment to look around. He’d designed and built the place but he always had that feeling of peace, of coming home when he walked into this house.
It had polished floorboards throughout with large living areas downstairs divided up into a lounge room with a fireplace, another living are
a with a big flat screen TV mounted on the wall, there was a dining area, laundry at the back and a bathroom. What Eric loved the most was the huge kitchen that sat dead centre in the place with all stainless steel appliances, black granite bench tops and white cupboards. Because it sat in the centre of the downstairs level the rest of that floor could be seen from anywhere in the kitchen. Then to the back right corner a timber staircase led to the bedroom, ensuite and upstairs deck. It wasn’t a huge place, but he loved it.
He stood watching Natasha as her eyes moved around everywhere and finally she turned to him her eyes bright. “It’s beautiful Eric.”
Those three words meant everything to him. He was surprised at how much her opinion mattered to him and he gave her a warm smile. “I designed, built and decorated it myself.”
She gaped at him. “Really? I had no idea you were so talented.”
“I told you I used to renovate old homes baby. I’m not just a pretty face you know.” He said jokingly.
Just then Thomas walked over to them. “You’ll find the pantry, fridge and freezers are all stocked. Maggie went on quite the shopping spree for you. Since she didn’t know how long you’re staying, she’s made sure there’s plenty of food. Starving isn’t going to be an option.” He grinned. “Now unless you need me for anything else? I think it’s time I left you two alone.”
Eric looked over at Natasha. “Anything you need to know sweetheart?” 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.” He shook the older man’s hand and Thomas left, driving out the driveway a few minutes later in his 4WD.
“Come on baby, I’ll show you upstairs.” He picked up their bags. “Ladies first.” He indicated for her to go ahead of him and he smiled when he heard her gasp once they were upstairs.
“Oh Eric, it’s beautiful.” She was looking around taking in the huge canopy bed that dominated the room and the antique furniture bedside tables and dressing table. Both sides of the room where the roof pitched down low Eric had turned those areas into walk through robes to utilize what would have otherwise been dead space although with the sloping pitch to the roof, anyone going into them had to stoop a little.
Natasha walked across the room to the French doors that led onto the deck, opening them before stepping outside. Eric wandered over to watch her as she took in the views from the deck. He never grew tired of them with the imposing bulk of Mt Roland rising behind the house and the paddocks of his property disappearing off down the sloping land.
“How many acres is this all on?” She asked.
“It’s only 150 acres baby.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Only?”
“Well sweetheart in Tasmania, 150 acres isn’t much more than a hobby farm.”
“Are those cows yours?” She pointed down towards paddocks where a few head of beef cattle could be seen grazing.
Eric nodded. “I also have horses here too.”
“Really?” Her face lit up. “I love horses. Do you ride?”
He nodded. “We can go horse riding if you like baby.”
“Oh yes please Eric.” She walked past him heading back inside and he followed her, watching her. He loved that she seemed to like his place as much as he did and he loved the way her face lit up with her excitement.
She moved around the bedroom, looking at everything and as she ran her fingers over the ornate timber of the canopy bed she excitedly chattered on to him how much she loved horses and how stunning she thought they were. “You are excited aren’t you?” He asked walking towards her.
She laughed, nodding enthusiastically. “I haven’t been horse riding in so long. I love it, so yeah, I’m excited.”
Lets see how excited we can get you, Eric thought to himself and pulled the remote for the egg out of his pocket. The look that came over Natasha’s face showed she wasn’t happy to see it. “Let’s see how excited you can get.” He started up the egg and watched to see what effect it would have on her.
“Eric, please, no more.” She gasped and her body turned almost boneless. He crossed the room to reach her side before she could fall and pulled her against him to keep her on her feet. Gently he trailed his lips down her neck and felt her shiver. He cupped her breasts through her clothes rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and they quickly formed hard peaks which he could see pushing through the thin fabric of her top. Wanting to test how far he could push her, he dropped a hand down and cupped her between her legs and he nearly groaned out loud when she started gyrating her hips, rubbing her pussy against his palm. She was desperate for release he could see that and the hard ridge of his cock straining against his jeans was desperate for release too.
“Patience baby.” He whispered against her ear.
“Damn you Eric.” She moaned and began to pant when he rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit through her jeans. Her movements became more frantic, her breathing hitching and he sensed she was getting close to her orgasm and at that point he turned the egg off again.
Her reaction took him by surprise, so much so, he didn’t have time to stop her when she screamed with frustration and sank to the floor at his feet. He hadn’t expected her to end up behaving like a child about to have a tantrum over him denying her release over and over again. “Come on baby, stop being a baby.” He put out his hand to help her to her feet but she ignored him, her head down. He couldn’t see her face as her heavy mane of hair had fallen forward hiding her expression from him.
“Natasha, I said, get up.” He voice hardened but still no response. “Dammit Natasha, stop being such a baby about this. Come on, get up, I’m…” His voice cut off mid sentence when he heard a muffled sob come from her. Fuck, oh fuck, he’d pushed her too far. Shit, she was crying? Had he made her cry? His heart squeezed in his chest. He didn’t want to make his beautiful baby cry.
He dropped down beside her. “Oh fuck.” He spoke softly to her. She didn’t respond in anyway so he reached out to push her hair back so he could see her face. “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.” The words tumbled from his mouth as guilt flooded him. He felt like the biggest bastard and he was.
He reached for her, the sight of the tears streaming down her face nearly bringing him undone and he felt a moment’s fear that he might have pushed her so hard that she’d want to go home, that she’d want to leave him.
Gently he pulled her into his arms, dropping kisses on her temple, her cheek, anywhere he could reach as she sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry baby, so sorry, so sorry.” He couldn’t stop apologising to her as he held her. “I’ll take care of you baby.” He assured her as he climbed to his feet cradling her against his body.
He placed her carefully on the bed and removed her shoes, jeans and finally her delicate lace panties, noticing that they were soaked with her juices from him constantly arousing her but denying her the opportunity to come.
She collapsed back on the bed, a hand over her face and he parted her legs, touching his fingers to her very swollen clit. She reacted violently, crying out and tried to pull back from his touch. “No more.” She cried.
“Calm down baby, I’m going to make you feel better. 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 is 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. You know though, control and surrender can work both ways baby. I’m open to you controlling me. You can have that power to tease me and taunt me, tempt me and frustrate me. 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 tried to make light of it, hoping that if she realised she could do to him what he’d done to her, she might forgive him.
She peered at him from under the arm over her face. “No more egg, not like this. It was too much.”
He nodded in agreement. “Ok baby, no more egg.”
Gently he reached between her legs and found the cord for the egg, pulling on it. It slipped freely from her pussy and more of her juices ran out behind it, trickling down the seam of her ass.
“Fuck baby, you are so fucking wet. Let me take care of you. I’m going to blow your mind.” He told her and he hoped to hell he could without blowing himself in the process. His cock was so hard it was becoming uncomfortable and when the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils he breathed it in and his cock pushed even harder against the denim.
Ignoring the pain in his groin, he bent his head and closed his lips over her pussy, lapping at her before licking and sucking through the glistening wet folds until he reached her clit. She bucked against him and he gently circled the engorged nub, licking sucking lightly on it.
Natasha jerked and Eric could hear her breathing increase until she was panting. He felt her hands tunnel through his hair and she tugged on it as her orgasm drew closer. He blew over her clit and she responded by tearing at his hair so hard he grunted from the pain. He lifted his head from her. “Baby you’re gonna rip all my hair out.” He growled and she did seem to make an effort to ease off a bit as he felt her fingers loosen giving his smarting scalp a chance to recover.
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