Natasha's Awakening by J. A Melville

just before she could get through the doorway. He threw her over his shoulder and headed back towards the bed, with Natasha squealing and thumping her clenched fists against his back, but it was no use, he wouldn’t put her down.
    Once he got to the bed, he pulled her off his shoulders and threw her down on it. She landed, bounced, arms and legs flailing, more squeals bursting from her lips. Eric dropped to the bed, straddling her body, pinning her down and bent his head, kissing her hard on the lips.
    “Eric, no.” Natasha said, pushing against his shoulders, “I want to eat – food.” She clarified, when his eyes lit up.
    “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to make love to you now, but I am going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” He said. “I’m going to brand you for everyone to see.” He dropped his lips to her neck.
    He nibbled along the length of her throat, causing Natasha to shiver with excitement at his touch. He sucked and nipped his way over her neck, before drawing the skin in, sucking hard on her. Natasha’s breath was dragged in on a sharp gasp at the slight pain.
    Eric pulled away, rearing up to survey his work. He smiled, obviously pleased with himself before climbing off her, and getting off the bed. He looked down at Natasha as she lay before him.
    “Guess I’d better go shower now.” He said, before turning and heading off to the bathroom. “Oh, and dress up baby.” He threw over his shoulder, just before he disappeared through the doorway.
    Natasha lay there for a few minutes after Eric had gone, her heart still beating erratically. Her fingers went to her neck as if expecting to feel something where he’d sucked at her skin but apart from the area being a bit tender, she couldn’t feel anything.
    She pulled herself up, rising from the bed and heading into the second bathroom to survey the damage. Already there was a dark bruise forming low on her neck and Natasha groaned. Damn, there was no hiding the hickey, yes a hickey, she couldn’t believe that Eric Rothman, business man, millionaire, would give her a damned hickey! She wanted to go and give him a boot up his multi million dollar arse.
    With one final look at her neck, Natasha left the bathroom and headed off to choose something to wear for dinner. She slipped on a lacy black thong, hardly worth the effort really as everything was still visible through the barely there fabric. Next it was an equally sheer lacy push up, strapless bra. Natasha rolled delicate black stockings up her legs, which ended mid thigh. She pulled the matching garter belt on, and attached the stockings to the belt. Glancing at herself in the dressing room mirror, she smiled, hoping that Eric would like what he saw, when he undressed her later tonight. She felt sexy and confident in her new lingerie. With a final glance at herself, she put her robe back on, then slipped her feet into a pair of high heeled strappy black shoes.
    Natasha grabbed her cosmetics bag and headed for the spare bathroom again, closing the door behind her. She didn’t want Eric to see her until she was ready. She sat down at the large make up mirror turning on the lights which reflected down, lighting her face up. As quickly as possible, Natasha dusted on foundation, a little blush, eye shadow, mascara and outlined her eyes with a black eyeliner, which gave them more depth, and enhanced their colour. The overall look was a sexy, sultry look. She applied a deep rose pink lipstick with a glossy shine that gave her lips a moist look to finish.
    Once her makeup was done, Natasha used the hotel’s blow dryer to dry her hair. Once it was done, she brushed it through, before sweeping it all back from her face, twisting it into chignon at the nape of her neck and using an elegant black clip to secure it. To soften the severity of the style, she left a couple of curls free, at her temples. Natasha studied her image in the mirror and was satisfied with how she looked except