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her hips back, letting him fill her with his throbbing erection.
    He buried his cock deeply inside her, but didn’t move, knowing any motion would be his undoing. Placing one palm across her abdomen, he used the other to finger her clit. Her squeal at the welcome touch was a clear message.
    Sweetly, he fingered her clit and heard her yell as the throes of orgasm engulfed her. Her hot, wet pussy tightened around him as she fell into the beginning of her release. Tanner fucked her from behind, moving fast, wildly stroking her.
    She screamed loud and long, like a woman in pain, from the dynamic orgasm pulsing through her. The punishment, the pain, and the lust, combusted into intense pleasure and she opened to the powerful sensation.
    Tanner rolled his balls in his hand, and gripped the base of his cock, fucking her with furious strokes. It took little to propel him into his own release, one he’d held back for longer than he ’d preferred. He shouted a deep male groan at the peak of his orgasm, harmonizing with Natalie’s sensual long-winded scream.
    Spe nt and weak, they stood in a post-orgasmic embrace for some time, Tanner supporting her with his arms around her waist. Their breathing and pulse gradually slowed. A glow radiated through their bodies and a warm calm settled in their veins.
    When he could move again, Tanner loosened the cuffs and freed her wrists. He stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned against him, the tender skin of her ass still burning.
    He turned her around to look into her eyes for assurance that she was okay. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him. His pulled her toward him, leaning down to kiss her, again and again. So sweet. So loving. So Tanner.
    Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the sunken tub where they bathed together. The warm water was soothing and peaceful. After drying her, he babied her aggravated skin with a soothing balm and wrapped her in a soft robe. Natalie knew he hadn’t made permanent marks. He knew how to use his implements of torture, more for thrill than pain. Imagination was its own tool of passion, and with that he was expert.
    “So, my bad girl, how do you feel?”
    “I feel like being bad again,” she smiled seductively.
    “Hmm, if I didn’t know better I’ d think you enjoy punishment…that you might go so far as to seek it out.”
    “I’ll never tell ,” she smiled coyly, noting that his eyes were soft. His anger was only a memory.
    “I love you,” he said deep in his throat, suddenly choked with emotion, “ so much more than you know.”
                                             

11 – Fleeting Success
    The incident in the theater hung over them. Tanner continue d to nag about her wardrobe, but Natalie held her ground. She wouldn’t be bullied, although she didn’t like the tension between them. And she feared his retaliation, even though she wouldn’t show it.
    An email from Alexei Petrov, the boutique owner in Moscow who’d agreed to carry her fashion line, got her attention. It said curtly, “No need to come to Russia until further notice.” That could be bad or good, depending on how she read it.
    She tried t o call Dani, and just got voicemail. Normally, he returned her calls promptly. But it had been days since she’d left the message. The lack of callback concerned her. It felt as though he were shutting her out, even though she hoped she was making too much out of it. He was just busy. That had to be it.
    She tried to take all this in str ide. It was just business. She sat at her computer, reading the message from Suzanne Dumond, concerning her enterprise in Paris. Natalie had planned to visit there soon, to check on the operation. There were some details that she thought she should address firsthand. Suzanne’s message puzzled her. “We may have an issue,” was all she wrote.
    Natalie’s rise to success had been supported and forwarded by Tanner. She was under