When she gave him that Mona Lisa smile, he knew he was fucked. Actually no, he wasn’t going to be fucked. She was going to fuck with his mind and control instead. “Oh fuck!” He groaned.
Dammit but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to get through whatever she intended doing to him, but if her expression was any indication she was going to make him pay big time. With a deep sigh he lay back. Fuck it, but there was nothing he could do but simply leave himself vulnerable to whatever she intended putting him through. He just hoped like hell, she didn’t make him suffer too much.
CHAPTER 11
Nervously he waited for her orders because she had that set, determined look on her beautiful face. “Pull your jeans down a bit.” She said and waited while he slipped them down until they were on his thighs. “Now put your hands by your side and don’t move them unless I tell you to.” Eric groaned silently. She looked like she was going to really get into this and his heart picked up the pace as he waited for her next instructions.
She began to trail her fingers over his shoulders, down his chest, his stomach until she reached the hair around his cock. He trembled, his cock jerked and he tilted his hips up towards her hand but she told him to keep still and pushed him back down again.
Natasha began a maddening caress from one hip to the other, her fingers skirting his erection, dancing close, but never touching it and he ground his teeth in frustration. He wanted her hands on his cock and the way it stood up enthusiastically, it wanted her hands on it too.
He sighed with relief when she shifted her hand and ran a finger down the length of his shaft and back up again, circling the swollen head. She did it over and over again and Eric began to get frustrated with her light touch. He wanted her hand around him but she seemed more interested in driving him crazy and if that was her intention, it was working.
He groaned when her fingers finally closed around him and she began to work him up and down through her grip, his excitement growing until he felt like he was about to explode. His breathing was heavy and a drop of pre cum welled out of the head of his cock. Natasha was watching him and he met her eyes, his narrowed as he gave himself over to the pleasure building in his body.
“Oh fuck Natasha.” He moaned, his body shaking uncontrollably and his cock grew harder, his balls tightened, he was going to come. When she removed her hand from him, his eyes shot open and he groaned. Fuck not now, fuck she couldn’t stop now. God but the pressure was intense. He needed to come, he had to come.
He bucked up trying to get her to touch him again, but she just sat watching him. When he finally realised she wasn’t going to let him come, he swore, using every swear word he could pull up from his list of obscenities.
Finally the edge of his arousal died down a little and he waited, his body tense to see what her next plan of torture was going to be. She bent over him, her hair brushing his chest. “But Eric, just think how good it’s going to be? It will be the most pleasurable experience of your life.” She mocked him.
“Fuck you Natasha.” He snapped, not really in the mood for her throwing his words back in his face. He scowled when she started running her fingers up and down his cock again, curling her hand around him and gradually worked him back up until he was about to come again. This time he stayed silent. Maybe if he acted like he wasn’t about to blow his load, he could sneak it past her before she had a chance to leave him hanging again, but fuck it, he must have given himself away somehow and when she released him again, he grabbed himself so he could finish off the job.
He was a little shocked when she slapped his hand away from his cock, her tone harsh as she told him no. Fuck her. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of this, he could tell.
He tensed when she began to trace lines over his chest and stomach before reaching his cock again which was so hard it was getting painful now. Eric wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Delayed gratification, fuck it! He was a damned fool telling her about that. He just wanted to come. He needed the release so badly he was just about ready to beg. Shit, she was turning him into a fucking pussy now.
Natasha smiled and he snapped his teeth together, growling at her. “Glad you’re finding this so fucking funny.” He said his tone sounding quite petulant and all she did was laugh at him. Fuck her, fuck this, no fucking more!
“Oh what’s wrong baby? If you want me to stop, you only have to say so.” She smirked and Eric wanted to strangle her. The best he could do was snort at her for being such a bloody smart arse.
Again she took him in her hand and began to slide her fist up and down his cock. He started panting when she rapidly had him close to coming again. It was getting too much now. The sweat was pouring off him with the tension of needing his release and being constantly denied it and his hair was plastered to his forehead. One thing was certain. Either she was going to kill him by constantly denying him or when he finally did get to come, the pleasure was going to be too overwhelming and he was going to die. Whatever the outcome, he just wanted an end to the torment now.
Faster and faster she worked him through her hand and his breath rasped noisily in the room. Oh god, he was so close now, so fucking close. If she stopped him again he wasn’t sure what he’d do. He started shaking violently and even though he didn’t think it was possible, his cock got even harder. Shit, this was it, he was going to come and if she stopped him he was going to cry like a damned baby. “Oh FUCK! FUCK! I’m gonna come, don’t stop me, please don’t stop me.” He begged hearing his voice crack as his emotions were stretched to breaking point.
He began to thrust into Natasha’s hand and suddenly his climax hit. Oh fuck, fuck but it was so fucking intense. He cried out, struggling to suck air into his lungs as he shot cum over his chest. It spurted hotly on his skin and it just kept coming and coming, every spurt jerking his penis hard with the force of his release. He panted, desperate for air and the sweat streamed off his body as the waves of intense pleasure speared through him over and over again until he thought he was going to pass out.
When finally his cock stopped jerking and settled heavy against his stomach, Eric collapsed back on the lounge, panting and wheezing almost like an old man with the effort it was taking to get air into his lungs. He looked down at his chest at the numerous patches of his seed splattered across his overheated skin and he had to admit, he’d outdone himself. As agonising as the constant denial had been, fuck the orgasm he just had, had been something else. He couldn’t even find the words to describe how amazing it had been.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he began to come down from his intense release and he felt Natasha’s hands in his hair, smoothing the wet strands back that were sticking to his forehead. Gently she caressed him, soothing him and his heart ached with the intensity of the feelings he had for her.
“Fuck baby that was intense.” He finally managed to say past lips that were suddenly dry. He glanced down at himself again. There was no way he could get up with cum all over his chest. “I’m going to need something to clean up. Can you get me something?”
“Let me up Eric.” She said and he lifted his head enough to let her slide out from under him. He waited expecting her to walk off to get a wash cloth or something but instead she stood looking down at him, her eyes moving over his chest, resting on each creamy pool of his seed.
Instead of walking away though, she climbed onto him, straddling his hips and Eric looked at her in surprise which rapidly turned to wariness as he suddenly questioned what she was up to now. If she had more torture in mind, he was definitely going to cry like a baby. He couldn’t take anything more tonight like that if that’s what she was planning.
He watched as she tucked her hair back, holding it with one hand and bent down to his chest, her tongue coming out to start licking up his seed. He groaned, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair as she licked her way over him. Fuck but it was so hot to watch and he couldn’t beli
eve it when he felt his cock stirring again. God but she was amazing and he loved her so much. No woman had ever done anything like that to him before. Never in a million years would he have expected her to do something like that.
Once she’d cleaned him all up, she circled one of his flat nipples with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth until it formed a hard little peak. She turned her attention to the other one until it was hard too before moving back down his body until she was sitting over his thighs and fuck but he could feel her wet pussy against his skin. She was turned on from licking him clean, from swallowing his seed and his cock strained up hard again in front of her. She curled her hand around him sliding up and down his shaft and he groaned. How did she do this to him? He shouldn’t have been able to get a hard on again tonight after the way she’d worked him up to a climax that had left him feeling weak as a newborn kitten. “Fuck baby. How do you do this to me? You really are going to kill me baby, but fuck it, what a way to go.”
He raised his hands to slide them under his sweater she was wearing, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they had hardened. Slowly he moved his hands down her front and slipped his fingers past her thong, brushing between her pussy lips, groaning when he found her soaked. “Oh god baby. Fuck it, I don’t know how, but I want you again.” He started circling her clit, smearing her juices over it before dipping his fingers inside her.
Natasha gasped, moving against his hand. “Do you have one of those condoms you always seem to be carrying?”
“In my pocket. I’m a man baby, we’re always optimistic. We never go anywhere without one. We never know when the opportunity might arise to get lucky and I’m feeling lucky.” He grinned.
He dug around in his pocket until he found the small square package and she took it from him, tearing it open and rolling the condom down the hard length of his cock. His heart began to thump heavily in his chest when he saw her need for him was too great to remove her thong, she simply pushed it aside impatiently and with one hand holding him, she lowered herself onto his eager cock, not stopping until he was as deep inside her as he could go.
Damn if she didn’t test his control straight away when he felt her tighten around him squeezing those sexy internal muscles around his cock. He reached up to cup her breasts when Natasha pulled his sweater over her head and tossed it aside. God but she was beautiful. His eyes travelled down the length of her, shifting to where their bodies were joined together. Damn but it was hot seeing where his cock disappeared inside her.
He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, watching as they hardened under his touch. Natasha bent down to him and pressed her lips to his. Suddenly eager for her mouth, he parted hers, slipping his tongue past her lips and he kissed her with all the pent up emotion and passion that raced through his body. They nipped and sucked at each others lips until finally they were forced to pull apart so they could get some air into their lungs.
Slowly she rotated her hips while she rubbed her breasts over his chest and Eric ran his fingers up and down her spine from her neck to the curve of her sweet ass as she squirmed on him in reaction to his gentle caress.
Their movements were slow, neither in a hurry to have this moment end and he enjoyed watching her rising and lowering herself on his cock, his eyes fixed on it as it disappeared and reappeared as he slid in and out of her.
Natasha collapsed forward over his chest, her movements so lazy and unhurried he finally wondered if she was going to go to sleep on him before either of them had even come. He closed his eyes allowing everything to centre on where their bodies connected. “You’re not going to sleep on me are you?” The sweet, soft voice of his beautiful baby got his eyes open again and he focused on her before yawning widely, which made him laugh at himself.
“It’s ok baby, if I nod off, you just do what you’ve gotta do, ok?” Surprisingly his words turned him on at the thought of her using his body to get off while he slept. Of course he knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to sleep through the feeling of her warm and wet pussy riding his cock.
She tightened around him and he groaned. Suddenly he needed more than the slow unhurried pace of their love making. He needed to fuck her. It seemed she was feeling the same way because she started to move on him faster. As she increased her speed until she was bouncing on him, her breasts jiggling, he grabbed her hips to hold her while he thrust up, meeting her movements, bringing their bodies together more violently.
Eric slipped a hand between them and began to circle her clit and she cried out, her movements becoming more erratic until finally she came apart, his name leaving her lips in a strangled cry. He felt her muscles fluttering around him as she rode out her climax and tears squeezed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. He wasn’t sure why she was crying but if she was feeling their lovemaking with the same level of intensity that he was, he could understand why there were tears. Maybe his emotions were fuelled mainly because of his love for her but it had been a day of delayed gratification for both of them followed with intense orgasms and Eric knew for him at least, he’d never felt such a close connection to another person the way he did with Natasha.
She rotated her hips as if still driven to milk every single moment of pleasure from their joined bodies and watching her, feeling her around him was enough to push him over the edge and he came, calling her name as he spilled his release deep inside her.
Natasha collapsed on his chest and he could feel her tears wetting his skin. He put his arms around her, holding her against him, simply enjoying having her close, in his arms.
Eventually she moved, stretching out so she was half lying on him, with their bodies still joined as their heart rates slowed and the sweat on their skin dried but Eric knew they had to move. They were going to get too cold lying the way they were, especially once the fire started to die down if he couldn’t remove himself from under her and add more wood to it. “Baby, are you awake?” He felt her nod, her cheek rubbing against his chest. “Sweetheart, I need to get up. As tempting as it is, we can’t stay like this all night.”
He shifted his hips under her, thrusting up gently. He needed to get up and remove the condom since his cock had finally softened for what felt like the first time in hours.
“Why not?” She mumbled against him and he chuckled. His poor baby seemed very reluctant to move and he loved holding her close in his arms, but it wasn’t practical, they had to get up.
“Because I didn’t invite you to my home here just so we can do this all the time, as appealing as that idea is. I want to show you around, take you sightseeing, play the tourist baby and I can’t do that if we’re always like this.”
Reluctantly she sat up and lifted herself off him, some of her juices from her pussy, dribbling down her thigh. Eric reached out and wiped it up with his finger, raising it to his lips where he licked it clean.
He got up off the lounge to dispose of the condom and Natasha flopped back down on it, definitely not showing any interest in moving. When he got back from the bathroom, she was still lying sprawled out looking very sleepy. “Bed for you baby.” He said bending down to lift her into his arms.
She tucked her face into his neck and with her cradled carefully against him, he carried her upstairs, set her on her feet with his arm around her while he pulled back the blankets before lowering her to the mattress. He covered her over with the blankets and walked around to the other side of the bed to climb in alongside of her, reaching out and pulling her body back against his.
He smiled when he heard her contented sigh and she wriggled closer to him. He kissed her neck, tightening his grip around her. Gradually he felt her relax, her breathing even out and he knew that she was asleep. Only then did he close his eyes and allow his own fatigue to wash over him, drawing him down into a sound sleep with her.
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The following morning after sleepy sex, showering together and breakfast, Natasha dresse
d in an emerald green sleeveless dress with a matching jacket and Eric couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked stunning, the dress hugging her slim body and adding even more depth to her beautiful blue green eyes. He watched her and wished he could drag her back to bed for the day rather than going out but he’d promised her he wouldn’t treat her like she was simply there as his play thing.
He cursed under his breath over his endless burning lust for his PA. He was going to end up strangling his cock by the time they went home since the damned thing was forever being crushed half to death in his jeans with it nearly always being painfully hard.
Once they were ready to leave Eric told her he’d go and bring the car around. He was looking forward to giving his baby a run since it didn’t get driven much with him not having a lot of free time to come to Tasmania.
“Hello baby.” He whispered to his gleaming red Ferrari. He loved this car and he hoped Natasha would too. It was a fun car to drive on the winding country roads since it handled so well and could cover a lot of ground quickly.
The smell of the leather hit him when he climbed in and he turned the key listening as the powerful engine roared to life. He was lucky that Tom kept an eye on his cars and started them occasionally since they largely sat around not being used.
He drove the car around to the front where Natasha was waiting and climbed out to help her into it. When he looked over at her, she was eyeing it off with a huge grin on her face which turned into laughter.
“What’s wrong baby?” He was concerned about her at first until it registered that she was laughing at his car. “What the fuck is so damned funny about my car?” He snapped.
He saw her trying to get herself under control. “I’m sorry Eric, but… but it’s just so cliché. Rich millionaire business man, Ferrari. Doesn’t every self respecting millionaire business man drive a red Ferrari?” She was trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. “That’s when he’s not been driven around everywhere in his limo of course.”
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