"Oh my god!" Natasha cried out as she cummed for the second time since she and Daniel had entered the room.
"The name is Daniel, sweetheart," he told her jokingly as he thrust inside of her vigorously, making her orgasm last longer.
The walls of her hot cavern were milking him and he had to admit he enjoyed not having to put a condom on. It made him feel like she truly belonged to him in a way.
"I can't, I can't," she told him, shaking her head left and right, and trying to free herself from her restrains for she was chained to the bed – and blindfolded.
Daniel reached for her sensitive bundle of nerves and she shouted even louder than before.
"Can I see your face, sir?" She asked in a pleading voice seconds later, trembling whole.
"Since you're asking so kindly," he retorted while removing her blindfold.
"You're so hot," she told him, her eyes heavy with bliss and the desire to sleep that comes from having her needs fulfilled.
"And you are beautiful," he responded immediately.
And with that, he finished thrusting inside her and fell on the bed next to her.
"Are you gonna leave me chained?" She asked, a bit worried. "I don't think I'll be comfortable sleeping like this."
"Of course I'll free you," he chuckled, "Just let me take a breath. It's been…"
"Amazing," she finished for him.
"Intense," he told her while turning to face her.
"True," she responded while leaning to the side so that she could kiss his lips.
He welcomed the chaste kiss and did not try to deepen it.
After he freed her, they both took a nap, with her back facing him, and his arm draped around her waist possessively.
For late lunch – which was at around 4 pm – they had shrimp in all its forms, as an entrée and as a main course. As for dessert, Natasha opted for a crème brulée while Daniel said he had enough, and just enjoyed watching her eat.
"Oh god, I was famished," she told him sheepishly when she finished.
"I noticed," he chuckled.
"What now?" She tilted her head to the side in a way that made her look younger than her age, and more innocent than she was. Although truth be told, her depravity had only come forward ever since she met Daniel… it scared her but had not helped her in any way, shape or form in her futile attempts at resisting him in the beginning.
"Now," he clapped his hands, a smirk adorning his face, "you're gonna get on all fours on that bed like a good girl, and take the spanking you deserve."
"I deserve a spanking?" She asked, an eyebrow crooked for she did not remember disobeying him.
He just nodded.
"What did I do?" She told him as she rose to her feet, not feeling ashamed despite being naked, all her inhibitions gone.
"Get on that bed," he told her firmly while ushering her there.
"I'm going, I'm going," she told him in a light tone, "but please just tell me, sir."
As she got on all fours as he had asked, he finally explained, "You responded by shouting to another dom, and that is unacceptable in the circumstances."
"Oh, that," she pursed her lips.
"Yeah, that," he told her simply.
"You're just looking for an excuse to give me a spanking, aren't you?" She asked in a sarcastic tone.
"I was gonna spank you just five times, but here you've earned five more," he responded simply, "lucky you!"
Natasha pouted anew and decided to keep her mouth shut.
The first blow landed rather softly. The second, on her other cheek, a bit harder… and it went on.
All through her spanking, she cried out sometimes and he would soothe the pain away with a caress.
When he finished, he told her in an amused tone, "Your juices are flowing."
"Don't you think I know that?" She wanted to tell him but refrained from doing so, considering her bum was sore enough as it was.
Then, without preamble he thrust in her.
She cried out in ecstasy although her insides were sore as well… but hey, this was the best sex she had ever had.
He pulled on her hair and asked her the one-million-dollar question, "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, sir," she responded immediately.
"Good girl," he told her as he continued thrusting in her, giving her and him both pleasure and satisfaction.