Free Naked Submission by Emily Jane Trent

seeing her pleasure and sensing the beginning of her orgasm. He knew he was with her every step and his own orgasm pushed forward. He found himself losing control.
    Watching each other, they moaned and yelled , as each saw the other plunge into the strong waves of orgasm. Natalie and Tanner tightened in unison and fell into an erotic pleasure as one, falling on and on, unable to stop. The sweetness, the pleasure, the other-worldliness of the experience left them both quiet at the end.
    Tanner untied her and took her with him to a relaxing, delicious bath, after which they fell into a deep sleep in each other’s arms. They felt warm and peaceful and dreamed of nothing, just drifted off into a state of happy repose.

18 – Details
    Natalie had a need to know more about Tanner’s sexual experiences and glean some clue about his frozen heart. She determined to know about his past behavior. Being so intimate, she wanted to know her man fully, and didn’t like feeling that his life before her was secret.
    T he loving nature he’d shown the night before, told her that her instinct had been right all along. He wasn’t the evil man he’d tried to portray from the beginning. He was Tanner and he was a good man, a loving man. She wanted him to realize that and let go of the demons that had haunted him too long.
    In the morning at Milan International Airport, returning to New York, they experienced a delay. Tanner found this frustrating, much preferring his own personal jet. Yet, for international travel he often opted for first class passage on commercial airlines, due to the distance. Natalie took the opportunity to ask the questions she needed answers to. They sat at the back of a VIP lounge and, for once, Tanner didn’t have pressing calls or work to do deal with.
    “I’m interested in your life before me. I have some questions,” she started.
    Tanner looked into her lovely, brown eyes, noting how his feelings for her had changed. The days in Milan had seemed like weeks, and the level of sexual activity had spiraled upward, much to his satisfaction. Natalie acclimated to his instruction, and he knew she found their sessions exciting.
    “I don’t see how that has anything to do with us,” he said.
    “It does. It’s not that I’m jealous of the women who came before me. I have you now, and that’s all that matters. But a person develops through their experiences. You’re hard to understand sometimes. You can be so tender, and then suddenly, so stern. Your sexual techniques are polished and well-learned. How did all that happen?” She asked, really wanting to know.
    Tanner sighed. He’d rather not talk about all of this. He’d been open with her and told her right away what to expect. But , if she knew of all the things he’d done, would she feel the same? Yet, she looked at him with those innocent eyes and he knew he’d have to tell her.
    “From my early teens, I spent most of my time with my father. He was grooming me for the bu siness. I didn’t fall into a normal dating scene. I had the stigma of being wealthy and was aware that my money was very attractive to women. My life was not normal and I began to feel the pressure of my responsibilities, very early.
    I fel l into an elite group, composed of others from my wealthy circle, and was introduced to submissive women. I can’t explain why I was pulled so strongly in that direction. However, once I had a taste, I wanted more.
    I’ve never been the romantic type. My past is not strewn with hearts and flowers. I found my thrill in taking women to a level of pain that gave them the pleasure they sought. They didn’t ask more of me, and that suited my preferences.
    I don’t claim I’m good for women. But , the women I’ve been with haven’t complained. I tried to protect you from my violent nature, but you refused to take heed. It’s too late now. We’ve done too much together. I’ve wiped out your innocence and I intend to plunge further into the