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Natalie was a willing participant in the process of self-discovery. The more Tanner taught her, the more she enjoyed the relationship. He could be fierce in his tastes, but he was very much in tune with her responses, seeming to instinctively know her limits. He was an expert lover, and skilled in techniques, that combined pain and pleasure into an exotic elixir.
    Yet, despite the numerous demonstration s of his sexual prowess, he still had one surprise in store for her on their last night. He took her to the luxury of his bedroom, foregoing the need of the playroom.
    Against the wall was a long sofa with no arms or back. Tanner pulled it away from the wall and told Natalie he’d like to do something beyond what he’d done with her before, if she were willing. After so many romantic days in Milan, she was excited to see what he had in mind , and readily agreed.
    He lovingly undressed her and asked her to undress him. The slow, sensual process set the mood for what was to come. Tanner turned on beautiful operatic music and dimmed the cei ling lights. He asked her to lie on the long sofa. From the drawer by his bed, he withdrew a long, three-strand rope made of hemp. Natalie was more curious than afraid. Tanner hadn’t hurt her so far, and she didn’t think tonight would be any different.
    She was spellbound by what he did next. With an expertise that could only be called an art, he tied her to the sof a with the long rope. He tied the rope in very specific, rope patterns, knowing just how to do it. The rope created a beautiful display of twists and knots. It took Tanner a while to complete his task.
    He’d tied her so her breasts were openly exposed , with rope wrapped over and under them. Her legs were wide apart. The rope looped once around her neck like a necklace, so she was free to turn her head. Her arms were bound to her body. The ropes weren’t too tight, just confining.
    She watched as he deftly made the last knot and admired his handiwork. “Where did you learn to do this?” She asked. Tanner only looked at her without replying. It was obvious he’d done this many times. He was certainly good at it.
    “ Kinbaku – Japanese rope bondage,” he said with satisfaction. “Trust me, baby,” he said and stroked her cheek sweetly. She was completely restrained, and had no choice but to trust him. As beautiful a display as she made, she was no less vulnerable.
    Tanner enjoyed seeing her tied to the sofa and admired his own sensual creation. “I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to fuck you hard,” he confessed. He leaned in, felt the wetness between her legs, and whispered in her ear in a sexy voice, “Use the safeword, if you need to.”
    Natalie’s mind was a blur. She was overly excited and felt her wetness seep onto the fabric of the sofa.
    Tanner seemed oblivious. “You’re mine and I’m going to take you,” he stated with ferocity. His hot cock plunged into her, causing her to gasp and begin to pant. The thrill of his huge cock deep inside her aroused her to new levels. She couldn’t raise her hips to meet his thrusts. She couldn’t move at all.
    Tanner moved slowing in and out of her. Eyes locked, they watched each other’s pleasure reactions. It was slow and sensual. Natalie felt as if time had stopped. All that existed was her wet pussy and Tanner’s hard cock. Slow, slow, ever so slow, he moved on and on, never losing patience, never stopping. They panted together in unison, watching each other careen toward orgasm.
    Tanner perceived Natalie’s arousal. His eyes only left hers when he dipped his head to suck and bite her needy nipples. He kissed and nibbled at her lovely neck. The instant he felt her vagina tighten over his bulging cock , he looked up at Natalie again.
    Her dark, brown eyes neve r left his for endless minutes, as he fucked in a controlled rhythm. In and out, in and out, his motions were beautiful torture. Natalie’s eyes glazed over and Tanner’s cock swelled at