Taming Eric Page 2

  “So Friday? How about then? You’ll give me an answer by Friday?” He asked and felt his heart drop when she shook her head.

  “No Eric. You misunderstood me. I don’t need to wait until Friday. I didn’t agree to wait to give you my answer I just gave you my answer. I want you too and yes, I would love to come away with you for a week. No strings, just sex. I get it.”

  Eric felt his heart leap and begin to pound hard in his chest. Although he remained silent, inside he was shouting, throwing his arms in the air screaming eureka. She wanted him too. She understood the rules of their time away. Finally, finally he was going to get to sink his cock deep inside her warm pussy and screw her until they both couldn’t walk. Obviously his cock was thrilled with the news because it hardened and he silently groaned. The sooner they got away the better or he was going to pass out from all the constant hard ons. All that blood flowing to his penis was going to leave him light headed.

  He walked over to Natasha his eyes never leaving hers and he watched as her pupils dilated the closer he got. Oh yeah, she wanted him alright. When he was standing in front of her, he raised one hand to cup her cheek his thumb caressing her soft skin. He wanted to kiss her but he wasn’t prepared to risk it. He wanted her so badly he didn’t think he could kiss her and step away. He’d probably end up throwing her over his desk and burying himself deep inside her and that wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. Well he did, but even he wasn’t a big enough bastard to do it like that. Natasha deserved some sort of romance out of the affair, even if it was only for a week.

  “Make whatever arrangements you have to make Natasha. We need to work out stories to tell everyone so we don’t rouse any suspicions and we’ll meet up in two weeks. I think that should be enough time and that’s about as long as I’m prepared to wait. I’ll book us in somewhere and give you the details ok? I think it’s best that we don’t leave on the same day as that might look suspicious.” He studied her face. “Is that alright with you?”

  She nodded. “Leave it all to me baby. You find some excuse to get away for a week that friends and family won’t find odd.” Suddenly a thought occurred to him. “Fuck, you don’t have a boyfriend do you?”

  Natasha shook her head. “Of course not Eric. Do you seriously think I’d agree to something like this if I had one?”

  “Good. Well it’s sorted then. Thank you Natasha.” He touched her cheek one more time before releasing her. “You are so beautiful. I want you so badly. You won’t regret this.” And with that, he walked out of the office.

  Two weeks later.

  Eric climbed out of the limo outside the exclusive hotel he’d booked them into. It was in the very heart of Sydney. A huge hotel, expensive and well known for its discretion since a lot of their guests were celebrities. He’d booked them into the penthouse suite but he was arriving a day earlier than Natasha so they wouldn’t be seen to be leaving the office at the same time.

  He’d used work as his excuse for being out of the office for a week and Natasha had said her Mother was ill and she was taking a week off work to stay with her and take care of her. Their plans were all in place. Now all he had to do was suffer through one more night and day alone until she arrived tomorrow afternoon. Then finally he’d be able to give in to his all consuming desire for her and fuck her over and over again. He couldn’t wait and just the thought of sinking into her warm body had him painfully erect.

  A porter turned up to take his bags and Eric followed him into the hotel, heading straight for the huge desk in reception to book in and get the key for the penthouse suite. He sighed when he received the key which was one of those annoying cards that had to be swiped to gain access to the rooms.

  Both he and the porter travelled up in the elevator to the suite, finally stepping out into an elegant foyer with the door to the penthouse to his left. Benny his porter opened the doors and ushered Eric inside into the huge suite.

  Once he’d tipped Benny, he left him alone and Eric didn’t waste time going through the penthouse looking at things, he simply got straight in and unpacked his bags, hanging up his clothes in the walk in robe off the master bedroom.

  He did look at the bed which brought a smile to his lips. It was huge, a king sized canopy bed by the looks of things and when he studied the four carved posts that rose up to support the canopy top, he grinned to himself. There were so many possibilities right there with them. He wondered if Natasha would be agreeable to him tying her up at some stage to those posts.

  Just thinking about possibly having his PA naked and tied spread eagled to the bed posts instantly made him hard and he adjusted himself through his clothes, trying to ease the ache in his groin.

  His mobile started ringing and he pulled it out of his pocket cursing when he saw who it was. Reluctantly he answered, immediately snapping down the line at the caller. “What the fuck do you want Vivian? Why the hell are you calling me? Didn’t I make myself clear enough? We’re through. I don’t want to see you anymore and I don’t fucking well want you calling me either.”

  “Eric, darling, please. You don’t know what you’re saying. We’re so good together. The sex is fantastic. How can you possibly want to turn your back on that?” Her drawling voice came down the line grating on his nerves.

  “We weren’t good together Vivian. I got bored. I always get bored. I’m sorry, but there is no us so for fuck sakes, stop bloody well calling me all the time. It… is… over.” He punctuated each word as if thinking she would get the message better if he did that.

  “I don’t care what you say Eric.” Vivian’s tone was whining. “I love you. Please don’t do this. We are good together.”

  “Vivian.” Eric’s voice hardened. “I don’t love you though and if we were good together I wouldn’t be ending our relationship plus don’t bullshit me, you don’t love anyone but yourself and the only thing you love about me apart from my money is what my name can do for you, so don’t treat me like a fucking idiot and just piss off out of my life. Stop fucking well calling me all the time.” And with that, he hung up on her.

  Immediately his phone began to ring and when Eric saw it was Vivian again, he turned off his phone letting loose on another string of swearing.

  Damn that woman. The last thing he needed when he was about to enjoy a week with Natasha was that crazy bitch bothering him all the time.

  He sat down to watch some TV, something he didn’t get to do much with work being so busy but he’d made sure everything was running smoothly and his staff could take care of anything else that came up. He paid them good money after all so he expected them to take care of Rothman Enterprises while he was away.

  Eric’s mind began to drift as he thought about Natasha’s arrival tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to have her here with him. Just thinking about her made him harden and he groaned softly to himself. It had been almost a month since he’d had sex and he couldn’t help but worry that he might lose control too quickly once he had her in the bed.

  “Might be an idea to ease the pressure a bit first.” He said to himself. He got up and brought one of the hotel’s boxes of tissues over to the lounge and dug around in his pocket for his phone, reluctantly turning it back on. There were numerous calls from Vivian, but he ignored them, not wanting to let her spoil his mood.

  Eric silenced his phone then pulled up the photo he’d taken of Natasha one day at work. She’d been so engrossed in her job she hadn’t noticed him taking it. She looked so beautiful. She was standing at her desk, leaning against it with her ankles crossed. She was on the phone so her concentration was on whoever she’d been talking to at the time.

  He smiled as he looked at her. She was wearing a sleeveless dress that hugged her body to her waist before falling in loose folds to just above her knee. The dress was cream coloured with some sort of blue pattern on it that matched her eyes. She’d pulled her hair back in a high pony tail which fell over one shoulder in
a mass of curls.

  Whoever she’d been talking to on the phone had made her smile and it was just at that moment that he’d taken the photo.

  Eric dropped his phone on the lounge, pulled off his t-shirt and unbuckled his jeans. He was careful lowering them over his cock which was already in the mood with a drop of pre cum hanging there on the head.

  “Yeah buddy, we both want to see her so badly don’t we?” He said, dropping down on the lounge and taking hold of his cock in a firm hand.

  He started sliding his hand up and down his length, squeezing gently. His breath hissed out between his lips and he picked up his phone, staring down at the photo of Natasha as he curled his fingers tighter, moving faster.

  As he stared at the photo, his mind wandered, picturing her naked, her legs spread, passion burning in her blue green eyes, her pussy glistening as she lay there wet for him.

  Eric groaned, tightening his grip even more, his hips thrusting, working his cock faster through his hand. His heart pounded, his breathing accelerated and he could feel his orgasm building quickly. After around a month of no sex this wasn’t going to take long.

  He pictured himself sinking his cock into Natasha’s heat, her wet pussy tightening around him, tiny moans slipping past her lips and he jerked, hot cum squirting from his cock, pumping over his stomach in steady, regular bursts.

  He pulled up his hard length, working the last of his seed to the head of his penis where it spilled over, running down him and over his fingers.

  Eric sagged back on the lounge, his heart thumping and his breathing rasping noisily in the quiet room. He lay there for a little while until his breathing settled and although the initial pressure in his balls had eased, he still felt unfulfilled. He wanted to be shooting his load in Natasha not wasting it across his stomach.

  Grabbing a fist full of tissues, he started cleaning himself up and once he was done, he dragged himself to his feet, shoving his jeans down his legs and stepping out of them. After dropping the wad of wet tissues in the bin, he walked naked through to the en-suite to have a shower.

  * * *

  Eric felt too restless to go down to the hotel’s restaurant to eat plus the idea of sitting there alone when everyone else would be in their couples or groups depressed him. Tomorrow night would be different as he’d already arranged for Natasha to meet him in the restaurant and he’d even requested that she come down for dinner without panties on. What he didn’t know was whether she would actually do it or whether that would be her hard line.

  He ordered room service and sat alone in the luxurious suite eating a huge steak with a selection of vegetables and a bottle of wine to enjoy even if it was alone. On the plus side, it was nice to have the time to relax but his mounting frustration as he watched the clock slowly counting down the hours until Natasha arrived was driving him slightly crazy.

  Eric couldn’t believe how needy for her he’d become. No woman ever made him feel like that. He was always the one in control and he could walk away when he’d lost interest without another thought for the woman concerned. Something was different about Natasha although he wasn’t sure what. All he knew was his desire for her was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

  She had a gentle way about her. She was sweet and kind and had an air of innocence although at 25 she would have had boyfriends. She was perfect for him as his PA. She could defuse him when he was angry but at the same time she never took any crap from him and could give as good as she got when necessary.

  Natasha was naturally beautiful too, her make up always subtly done. There was none of the heavy make up and slashes of red lipstick like Vivian had favoured plus she always smelt so good. Her perfume was something he loved to breathe in, not overwhelming and suffocating like his ex’s favoured.

  Eric groaned when he thought of Vivian. Grabbing his mobile phone he turned it back on and watched as 25 messages came up from her. Reluctantly he started listening to them and as he worked his way through them he finally burst out laughing.

  Vivian had gone from cajoling and reasoning with him to rage to finally threatening him and he’d had enough of her continued failure to accept they were over. He put through the call to have his number changed and once he’d been issued with a new one, he messaged Natasha to let her know and messages were sent to all relevant business contacts.

  Once that was all taken care of Eric settled in for an evening of watching TV while he checked through the newspapers to see what was going on with the stock market. He’d always been fortunate to have had a lot of success buying and selling stock and that was how he’d initially made his fortune. The stock market and real estate before eventually starting his own business Rothman Enterprises, buying companies that were failing, getting them back on their feet and selling for a profit or breaking them down and selling them off that way. It had all contributed towards making him a very wealthy man.

  After a quiet evening in the hotel Eric finally gave up and crawled into bed to get some sleep. His mind filled with images of Natasha in the bed with him and he groaned when his cock stood to attention again.

  “Fuck it.” He cursed. He was obviously going to have to take the edge of his desire a few times before she actually arrived the next day or he was going to end up coming in his pants like a horny teenager.

  With frustration evident through his body, Eric climbed out of bed and walked into the ensuite. He studied his features in the mirror seeing the almost wild look in his eyes. This was ridiculous now, this overwhelming desire for his PA.

  Almost angrily he closed his hand over his straining erection and started working his cock in and out of his grip cursing himself for having been reduced to jerking off yet again. He watched his actions in the mirror and tightened his grip almost punishingly on his shaft before bracing his other hand on the edge of the vanity unit and thrusting his hips forward, pumping his swollen cock in and out through his curled fingers.

  When his climax finally hit and hot cum shot from his cock landing in the vanity basin in spurts as he pumped out his release, Natasha’s name was shouted from his lips and he finally collapsed, his breathing ragged. He hung onto the vanity unit until the trembling in his limbs had stopped and when he had calmed down, he washed the evidence of his release down the drain feeling almost ashamed of his behaviour.

  It had helped, he felt calmer, more ready to sleep but he wasn’t comfortable with what he had done. It had been years since he’d had to reduce to masturbation. Accommodating women had never been a problem for him. There was always someone willing to have sex with him and yet here he was needing to jerk off to relieve his tension waiting for the woman who had worked for him for almost a year to show up the following day.

  Suddenly he felt his heart jump in his chest. What if Natasha didn’t show up? She might think about it and change her mind. Decide it wasn’t worth crossing that boundary from a work related relationship into a sexual relationship.

  He washed his hands and hopped back into bed, reaching for his phone. Quickly he pulled up Natasha’s number and decided to send her a text message.

  ‘I’m in the hotel, in bed, waiting for your arrival. Missing you, thinking about you, wanting you. Hope you don’t change your mind. Eric.

  He hesitated for a moment before hitting ‘send’ and placed his phone back down on the bedside table. It was late so he didn’t expect a reply tonight but within minutes he heard his phone signal that he’d received a message and when he read it, air rushed from his lungs in an audible sound of relief.

  The message simply said. I’ll be there. Thinking of you too. See you tomorrow. Natasha.

  Eric’s mood lifted with just that one message, those few words and when he lay down, sleep claimed him quickly.

  * * *

  The following afternoon Eric stood in the walk in robe of the hotel suite feeling like he was getting in touch with his feminine side if he had one
which it seemed he did. He was doing something he’d never damned well done before, debating what to wear for his first date if he could call it that, with Natasha.

  Eric never gave much thought to what he wore. Being CEO of his company meant dressing appropriately and he had the vast wardrobe of suits, shirts and ties so he looked the part, but when it came to deciding what to wear for Natasha, he hesitated over possible choices.

  “For fuck sakes you damned fool, just pick something and get dressed.” He told himself. He had to be down in the restaurant within the hour. That was the arrangement he’d made with Natasha. She’d have time to get into the suite, relax for a little while before meeting him downstairs. He had to be out of the suite and waiting for her in the restaurant, not going through his wardrobe trying to decide what to wear.

  “Does my bum look too big in this.” He joked to himself spouting one of the commonly asked questions by his various girlfriends. The fact that they were all models and lived on little more than lettuce leaves meant they barely had the bums to fill out their clothing let alone for those bums to be too big.

  “Get a grip you idiot.” He chastised himself again. “You’re fucking talking to yourself now.”

  He finally settled on a charcoal grey suit, lighter grey shirt and grey shoes. He didn’t bother with a tie, leaving the top couple of buttons of his shirt undone. Eric couldn’t help grinning at his image in the bathroom mirror when he found himself spending longer than he’d normally spend trying to tame his hair but that one lock that always tumbled forward over his eye wouldn’t be tamed.

  After splashing on a little aftershave he was ready. When he glanced at his phone he was relieved to see there were no messages from Natasha so he had to assume that she hadn’t changed her mind.

  With one final check to make sure he had his wallet and phone, Eric grabbed the keycard for the door and left to head downstairs to the restaurant and to wait for his beautiful PA to arrive so they could begin their week away together.