Cute Girls

Renata’s Vacation Ch. 05

As opening day approached at our new club near Almería, our preparations became more urgent, and I decided to take Martina into my confidence as a sort of second-in-command, to fulfil the role I had started to take on under Doña Francisca at the club we had so recently left behind. Sergio was in full agreement, especially as it meant the three of us sleeping together frequently, which he liked.

But we also had to summon Inge and Amity to our bed for a night each, so that we could check them out before letting them loose on our new clients, so time was crowding in on us.

Sergio wanted to put on a ’spectacular’ for our opening night, and had sent discreet word around all the influential local businesses and dignitaries as to what was about to take place. He knew from experience who to invite, and, more importantly, who to avoid.

We were anxious to do something different from the shows at the parent club, especially as our owners, Mario and Marta, together with my old boss, Doña Francisca, were going to be present. I was very nervous as I prepared myself for the evening, and just hoped it would work as planned.

I dressed with great care, choosing a backless long velvet gown. I had Eva help me put up my long black hair, and knew she was envious of us as we prepared to welcome the guests.

‘Your turn will come, darling, don’t worry, ‘ I told her, recognising myself in her – we were physically quite alike.

Once ready, I went to help Sergio with the arrangements in the theatre, and prepare the other girls and Daniel, who, apart from Sergio, was to be the only male participant in our show.

The stage of our theatre was a little larger than the one at our parent club, which would help what we had in mind, and I went up on to it to make sure all was well. As requested, there were two St. Andrew’s Crosses, one at each side of the stage. They were equipped with snap-links at all four extremities. In front of each was an upholstered couch. Between them, heavy chains hung from the ceiling, again ending in snap-links, and matched by similar attachment sprouting from the floor. In front of this array was a table, on which was set a tray containing a variety of whips and other instruments of pain and torture. There was a many-stranded leather flogger, and long riding-crop, a great leather bull-whip, a leather paddle, a thin leather belt, a long leather thong which had metal insets like teeth set into it, two thin, vicious-looking canes with leather handles and two huge dildos. Directly in front of this, steps leading down into the auditorium would be revealed when the curtain went up.

Cars started to arrive, and it was time, at last, to welcome our guests. I had Eva, and another very pretty girl, Naomi, in their skimpy maids’ uniforms, stand at the entrance, taking guests’ coats, and directing them to their seats, and I myself greeted special ones, like Doña Francisca, and our owners, who all seemed very pleased to see what we had so far done. ‘I hope you will enjoy the show,’ I said nervously.

‘I’m sure we shall,’ said Mario, patting my arse. I think he would have preferred to take me up to bed there and then. Marta looked disapprovingly at him, though she knew him well enough, knew he had fucked every girl on the staff at some time or another. ‘Come on, let’s go and see the show,’ she said.

Sergio had been organising the show meanwhile, and had everyone in place. I nipped around backstage, and took in the scene. Martina and Inge were clipped to the St Andrew’s Crosses, both stark naked, which I thought would be a wonderful impact, when the curtain rose. Both girls had lovely bodies, and I had made sure they had been prepared well, their nipples and labia rouged, their faces made up perfectly, their hair immaculate. Spread-eagled as they were, they couldn’t have looked more vulnerable, and when I told them to look terrified, it was hardly necessary. I left them alone on stage, gave the signal for the music, a solemn, vaguely ecclesiastical chant, to start, and the curtain rose. They tossed their heads around on cue, as I watched from the wings, and on walked Daniel and Amity, hand-in-hand. They both wore close fitting latex body suits, and in their free hands held riding crops. They came to the front of the stage, still hand-in-hand, and then the audience could see that both body-suits were crotchless. When they released each other’s hands, Amity stroked Daniel’s naked prick in the lewd gap in his suit, getting an instant response, as it reared up to her touch, while he thrust his hand into her slit through the open crotch of her own suit, and she opened her legs slightly in answer to his touch. They didn’t dwell in this position, but, as the music swelled, they kissed and parted, the audience applauding spontaneously now, as they made their way, Daniel to Martina, and Amity to Inge.

They had both been well-schooled in theatrical moves, and made a great show of stroking their respective victims with their crops, feeling their cunts, probing them with the handles of the crops and tweaking their rouged nipples, then as the music gave them the pre-arranged signal, they both started to whip their chained and helpless prey. Both screamed out, much more loudly than was normal. Although the crop undoubtedly hurt, I knew that Martina, at least, had a taste for the whip, and had several times begged me to punish her.

I looked down at the audience, and saw many open mouths, and already some masturbating going on. I saw to my considerable satisfaction that one well-dressed lady had her husband’s shaft in her hand, right there in the front row.

As the music faded, I gave the signal for the lights to be dimmed too, and it was Sergio’s turn to make his brief appearance. He marched on, in a cowelled monk’s robe, and, as the lights came on, it was clear that Martina and Inge had been taken down from their crosses, and were now reclining on the upholstered couches, where they were both quietly masturbating themselves for the audience’s benefit, their busy fingers darting into their pink pussies, holding their labia apart so that those close by could see clearly.

Sergio went to the tray on the table, took up one of the massive dildos, and strode over to Inge. Without ceremony, he bent down and rammed it hard up the Swedish girl’s cunt, then turned away, and repeated the process for Martina. Side curtains closed across the two girls’ positions, and they both got up and scampered into the wings.

‘How did I do?’ asked Martina, breathlessly.

‘Just great,’ I said, ‘you were fantastic.’

While this was happening, Sergio had gone to the back of the stage and returned, dragging an apparently reluctant Ursula with him. She was dressed in a long sheer white negligee and stilettos, with a silver chain around her waist. Her nipple-rings, and the ring in her clitoris-hood could be seen through the thin material, under the lights. She made a show of resistance as Sergio cuffed her wrists to the chains above her head, and fastened her ankle-restraints to the clips in the floor. With one sudden movement, he tore her negligee from neck to ground, ripping it from her body. The, picking up a long, thin cane from the tray, he sent it whistling audibly through the air, and lashed her dispassionately across her upper back, raising a bright red welt the whole width of her white back. She neither cried out nor flinched.

Sergio took a step forward. ‘I will introduce you all to Ursula,’ he said, in a clear voice, ‘whilst all our girls here are accustomed to punishment, and, indeed, learn to enjoy it, Ursula has a capacity for pain which goes beyond the normal. I now invite any three of you to come and whip her, using whatever implement you choose from our selection here. You can have five strokes each, and they can be as hard as you like. Ursula can take it.’

Sergio then went and sat on a chair at the back of the stage, and watched as first a young guy got up on stage, accompanied by much ribaldry from his friends, and used the riding crop, three to Ursula’s arse, and two across her tits, which I thought might have made her wince, but she looked disdainfully after him when he left the stage. An older guy got up and tried his hand with the bull-whip. It was impressive-looking, but I knew from personal experience that it was not as fearsome a it looked. Then the last guy stepped up, and called to Sergio, ‘Can my wife have a turn?’

‘Certainly,’ said Sergio, and a slightly past-her-best blonde stepped up, wearing a good leather suit and silk blouse. She looked at all the instruments on offer and took up a thin cane. She walked slowly around Ursula, as if to look for points of vulnerability, then nodded slowly and lashed her hard, twice, across the inner thigh. I thought I saw the German girl actually flinch just a little, and when she repeated the dose, just a little further back, a tiny ‘Oh’ definitely escaped her lips. The woman threw down the cane, and said, ‘Four’s enough, darling, but we’ll come and see you here soon.’

The show drew to a close, and all the girls came on naked to take a curtain call, to considerable applause, then we served dinner.

Later, Sergio and I had a meeting with Marta, Mario and Doña Francisca.

‘Well, what did you think?’ Sergio asked.

‘It was very good,’ said Marta, ‘but are those the only girls you have?’

‘At the moment, yes.’

‘Then, judging from the number of people in the audience, I think you had better get some recruiting done. You need two more, at least, and soon.’

I had been coming quickly to the same conclusion, and already had an idea.

‘I’ve got a girl lined up,’ I said, ’she should be fine.’

‘Good,’ said Sergio, ‘I think I know who you mean, and I agree. Perhaps our talent scout Daniel can find us another – we’ll send him off to the discos.’

When everybody had gone, I rang for Eva.

She arrived at my office, looking nervous. ‘What have I done wrong, Miss Renata?’

‘Nothing, so far as I know,’ I said, ‘you live at home, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘No boyfriends or anything?’

‘Not at the moment.’

‘Could you move into the Club?’

She looked a little taken aback. ‘I suppose so,’ she said, after a moment’s hesitation, ‘my foster-parents don’t really have enough room for me anyway.’

‘Do you remember once asking me about my nipple-clamps?’

‘Yes’

‘And do you remember saying you would like to try them – be trained?’

‘Yes,’ she said, her voice clear of any doubt, her big dark eyes regarding me with something close to awe.

‘Well, Eva, the time may have come.’

‘Oh, Miss Renata, I’ve lived for this day. I know all about what you do. I’m not a child, just give me a chance – I won’t let you down.’ She took my hand in hers and kissed it, and, as she was about to leave, she turned to me and said, ‘Just one more thing. I wonder if…..if one day, I could be…….could be…..er…..branded, you know, like you?’

I was left speechless as she went out of my office, but in no doubt that I had my new recruit.

Next morning, Eva was waiting at tables, as usual, dressed in her black minidress and little white apron, and I called her to me.

‘After breakfast, Eva, to my office, please.’

She gave a little curtsy and said, ‘Yes, Miss Renata.’

She had obviously been waiting for me to get there, because no sooner had I sat behind my desk than there was a timid knock on the door.

‘Come in,’ I called, and Eva appeared.

I got up from behind the desk and said, ‘Right, this is where your new life starts, my dear. Come with me.’

I led her out along the corridor and up the stairs to the bedrooms, and to a hitherto unused room, identical to that allotted to the other four girls who lived-in.

‘This will be your room from now on, Eva,’ I said, ‘I will have one of the servants stock your wardrobe and bathroom during the morning. Meantime, you will come and learn a little.’

Back in my office, after I had instructed Naomi to stock Eva’s new room, giving her sizes, I explained to Eva the main objective of the club – which was, of course, to relieve well-heeled clients of their money, but in a very particular way, and with complete discretion. She was an intelligent girl, and understood quickly.

I said, ‘It is most important that all the girls here really enjoy their work – otherwise you are just common whores. I don’t know what you would call us here. Ursula calls herself a ‘pain-slut’ but I think that’s ugly, even if it’s somewhere near the truth. The fact is, we are all uninhibited, and recognise the relationship of pleasure and pain. I hope I make myself clear?’

Eva was quick to agree, and so anxious to please me, but I had time to kill, while Naomi completed her task, so I took Eva around the Club, showing her all the installations that she probably already knew, but which she now could see from a new standpoint. Then I suggested a coffee break, which we took in the bar, after which I judged that her room would be ready.

I was right. It was spotless, smelling of violets, and when Eva opened the sliding glass doors of the wardrobe, she gasped, ‘All these beautiful things!’

She tripped into the bathroom, trying out all the perfumes, and then came back andd opened up the drawers, where Naomi had made sure there was plenty of costume jewellery.

‘Before you get carried away,’ I said, ‘just a few rules about dress. No panties. Any bra you find will be a platform-type, so that your nipples will always be free. Only high heels are permitted. I will, from time to time, require you to wear a whale-boned corset – you will find one or two in your drawers, and possibly other restrictive items. Otherwise you will wear flared or pleated skirts and loose or transparent blouses. Do you have any questions?’

‘Yes, Miss Renata, when will I start to be trained?’

‘Will this afternoon be soon enough for you?’ I asked her, smiling. She was an eager pupil.

‘Yes, Miss Renata.’

‘Right, I’ll leave you now. Make sure your pussy is shaved thoroughly, and dress suitably for lunch. You can sit with Martina and Inge from now on.’

I thought that seemed the best arrangement. Amity and Ursula had become friendly, and seemed to like to sit together, so they shared a table with Daniel, when he wasn’t off on some mission.

When Eva came down for lunch, she was wearing a maroon silk miniskirt and a white Indian cotton peasant blouse, with her bare legs perched on metallic needle heels. She had made an effort to change her image from that of the servant-girl as completely as possible. I saw her erstwhile colleague, Naomi, glance enviously at her, and wondered if we should have a problem with “her”.

When we had all finished lunch I called Eva over to me.

‘As you know, we open to the clients tonight, Eva, but you are not going to be called upon on your first night, of course. But it won’t be long before I need you, so I want you ready for all our clients’ tastes as soon as possible. Come with me, please.’

She followed me meekly out of the dining room and up the stairs to my own suite.

‘Go through to the bedroom,’ I said, and followed her there.

She stood beside my big double bed, nervously fiddling with her long black hair.

‘Undress,’ I told her, and she slipped off her blouse and skirt in an instant. She was naked but for her heels.

‘On the bed,’ I said, and she climbed up.

‘Now open your legs!’ She did as she was told, revealing a neat pink slit, bordered by not very prominent labia.

‘Wider, much wider,’ I told her, and she pulled her slender legs apart, helping them with her hands behind her knees.

‘You’re not still a virgin, Eva, are you?’ I suddenly had a concern at her apparent freshness.

‘Oh no, Miss Renata, I lost that when I was fifteen,’ she smiled, still maintaining her position as I got onto the bed beside her.

I put my hand gently to her crack, feeling for her clit, and she trembled violently.

‘Did I hurt you?’ I asked.

‘Oh no, Miss Renata, I’ve been wanting you to touch me ever since I first saw you.’

I let my fingers play around her slit for a while, two of them parting her labia, while a third probed softly into the entrance to her cunt, and she moaned in my ear as her wetness became manifest on my hand.

‘Miss Renata, Miss Renata, oh please, please,’ she was sobbing as she dug her nails into my shoulder, and I knew what I could do.

‘Wait,’ I said, and reached into my bedside table, where I kept a big rubber dildo. Eva’s eyes widened as I took it out, and, without delay, because I knew she needed it there and then, I thrust it straight into her sopping cunt-hole, as she gave a half moan, half scream, which sounded like, ‘Oargheryeeesss!’ I pumped her several times with the artificial cock and she came profusely, stiffening against me, and raking me again with her long red nails, as she clutched me to her in her passion.

Afterwards, I let her clean herself up, and then summoned her to me again.

‘What about your arsehole?’ I asked.

She understood the question, to her credit. ‘That makes me nervous, Miss Renata,’ she said, ‘I’ve never…..’ she didn’t have to complete the sentence.

‘Come and kneel down in front of me,’ I said, ‘this is going to hurt.’

Looking terrified, she assumed the position I requested, and I took a small-size tapered butt-plug and a tube of lube from my drawer. I smeared a liberal quantity of lube around her little puckered hole, and couldn’t resist poking a long forefinger into the entrance, as far as I could, until she let forth a small ‘Oh.’

Then, infinitely slowly, I started to wriggle the narrow end of the plug into her virgin anus, knowing from my own experience the pain and pleasure to which this was going to be the doorway. She cried out with agony as I reached her sphincter with the intrusive plug.

‘Miss Renata, I can’t take it!’

‘Yes, you can, you will have to take much more up there soon, and if you can take “this”, I will reward you later, my dear, you will see, ‘ I said.

Gradually, ever so gradually, the plug made its inexorable way up her rectum, paving the way for pleasures she could as yet only guess at. For the moment, she felt only pain, and yet – and yet, it was starting to mingle, to mingle with a feeling she couldn’t begin to describe, the intense feeling that comes when pain and pleasure meet, in an explosion so immense that only someone who has felt it can understand.

I knew how she was feeling when I felt the juices starting to run again from her moist cunt. Finally the plug was in place, and she was going to have to practice walking around and sitting down with it in.

‘You have done well my dear,’ I said, as she was dressing, ‘I shall reward you after dinner. Now go and rest, and dress for dinner when it is time. You will dine with Sergio and myself this evening, as Martina and Inge will have clients to entertain.’

‘Yes, Miss Renata,’ she replied, and left.

The Club was a hive of activity as dinner-time approached, with clients arriving, and the girls preparing for the evening. The couple who had been the last to whip Ursula at our show had made sure to book her for the evening, and were already in the bar, having a drink, she dressed in a form-fitting soft leather suit, her blonde hair tied up in a French knot, he in an Armani suit. I discovered that they were wealthy local landowners.

Martina, Inge and Amity each had at least three reservations for the evening, an all started with dinner-dates with well-to-do clients, which we liked to encourage. All the girls were now in the bar, and I checked that they were suitably dressed, all in long dresses, either transparent or with spectacular features, such as deep cut-outs or other suggestive openings. When I was satisfied, I went over and sat at my table with Sergio, and awaited Eva. She came down on cue, and eyes followed her. She was at least the equal of any girl present, I thought, clad in a long maroon gown with a translucent bodice, through which the points of her firm young breasts poked sharply, jiggling slightly as she walked to the table, unrestricted as they were. The skirt was very narrow, zipped up by means of a long zipper at the back, so that her steps were short, and she wore the highest black stilettos she had been given. I ascertained that Naomi had helped her put her hair up, so that her long, elegant neck was clear, and she had decorated it with a silver collar, which made me resolve to fit her with a proper one, like my own, as soon as possible.

She smiled at his knowledge of what she wanted to say. “I love you…” she echoed, kissing his other cheek and hugging him closely. She pondered his last comment and slowly let go of his neck, slipping off of his lap and standing, though it hurt to put weight on her legs. “Don’t… go…” she pleaded as she walked to the dresser, her eyes wide and begging, not entirely sure if he would abandon her now that she had let go. “Don’t… go… right here…” she repeated softly, then opened the dresser and pawed through the clothes, finally finding a cotton nightgown not unlike the one Justin had ripped a few nights ago. Not caring if he watched, she fumbled with the buttons of her dress, the same one from before, then sighed with exasperation and turned to him quietly, her eyes big question-marks.

He laughed and nodded, again standing and helping her with the two dozen buttons along the back of her clothing. “You know, I don’t know how you deal with this in the morning.” He didn’t fumble in the least with them this time around, and was able to get them undone, not making an overly large point of looking away, but just simply not staring. “There you go, all taken care of for yuhh… yuhhh… eehh… ettCHOO!! Heh… hepTCHHOO!! ESHHoooo!!” The trio of sneezes interrupted his sentence and he sniffled urgently, thankful that he had at least turned to the side so as not to spray Natalie with the wetness.

Managing a small smile at his comment about mornings and his beautiful and sensual sneezes, she shook her head, wishing she could bless him, or even just pres to him and show him with her body what he was making her feel with each little explosion. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it softly, then let it go, slipping the heavy, bloodstained dress over her head, tossing it to the floor and shivering in her underclothes, the air of the room causing a pleasant chill to run down her spine, goose bumps breaking out all over her slender frame. She slid into the cotton nightgown and turned slightly, motioning to the half-dozen buttons on the back of it, then paused, deciding to leave them unbuttoned, and turned around again, smiling softly at him.

He returned the smile, and in the time that it had taken her to change into the nightgown, he had changed into a pair of pajama bottoms similar to the ones he wore last time; his shirt, cloak, and jeans all sat in a pile at his feet. Gesturing to the bed, he gave a short nod of his head and extended a hand to her. “I’m a firm believe in ladies first, where it should count,” he commented with a grin, his voice sounding just a little stuffy, but not so much that it had started to affect his pronunciation.

Natalie laughed at his words and his quickness to change clothes, her eyes shimmering with mirth, the healing slowly beginning with each tender word he spoke. Taking his hand, she laced her fingers through his and gave it a soft squeeze, then pulled him close in a warm, gentle hug, wanting to tell him that she loves him, but not being able to find the words. Concentrating very carefully, she took a few slow breaths, then closed her eyes. “I… I love you,” she breathed, surprising herself with the words, her eyes opening to gaze at him before she slipped under the covers, never letting go of his hand for a moment.

Joining her in the bed, Justin pulled the covers up to their chins and wrapped his arms around her securely, pressing his nose to her neck to ease the tickly itch. Almost as an afterthought, he turned ever so slightly and extinguished the candles with a single exhalation, before returning to his previous position. Snuggling tightly to Natalie, not letting go of her for a moment, he twined his now-healed leg around her, keeping her safe and warm, knowing that his friendly affection was fast becoming deeper than that. The worry on his face changed to a different kind as he tried to figure out how he had let himself begin to fall in love with a goddess.

***

Justin woke quietly, his eyes focusing slowly to see Natalie, still wrapped up in his arms under the covers of the bed. Perplexed, he remained still, before the memories of the night before raced through his mind again and made everything clear. Smiling softly, he kissed the back of her head, assuming that she was still asleep as he attempted to think of ways that could possibly bring her back from wherever it was that she went to last night.

Snuggling closer to him in her sleep, Natalie then felt the kiss and slowly fluttered her eyes open to look up at him. A bit confused, she studied his expression, and then opened her mouth to speak, but could not, a flood of memories returning from the previous evening. Wanting to tell him good morning, wanting to tell him that she loves him, she could do neither, but could only wait, leaning up to kiss his cheek in an attempt to convey her emotions. She took a great amount of comfort in his embrace, and loved the feeling of waking up in his arms, and the security that he brings.

He smiled softly, realizing that she was awake, and kissed her again before whispering gently, “Good morning, Natalie.” He almost seemed to feel the comfort that she took, smiling a bit more, and resting his head against her. “Did you sleep well? I guess you haven’t recovered yet. I’m sorry… I still haven’t been able to think of a way to help. I wish I had.”

Natalie savored the kiss and smiled back, nuzzling against him before trying to speak once more. “Good morning… sleep well…” she murmured, trying to tell him that she did indeed sleep well, since he was there to hold her close. “I’m sorry…” she began, thinking to apologize for being so much trouble for him. Her soft waves of hair had fallen partially into her face and she brushed them back with a pale, slender hand, exposing her dark eyes and loving expression. She leaned up and kissed his cheek again, hoping he would know just how much she cared, though she could not find the words. The fog had lessened now, and but it was still present, choking her efforts to think clearly, and giving her something of a headache.

He ran a hand through her hair softly, giving a light sigh. “Don’t be sorry. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I just wouldn’t let you be alone, not when you seemed to need someone there so badly. Besides, I love you, and would never want you to be sorry for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natalie, there’s no need to worry about that.” Offering a warm smile, he knew instinctively how much she cared, despite the lack of words.

Smiling back at him and loving the feel of his hand in her hair, she took immense comfort in his calming words. “Not… alone… Need… you… I love you… always…” she managed to whisper, leaning up and wrapping her arms around him, holding him close. She listened to the sound of his breathing and took a few breaths of her own, then matched the pace to his, breathing with him, breath for breath. After a few moments of this, she focused on his heartbeat, internalizing the particular rhythm, and matching that as well, until she was breathing with him, and her heartbeat was in the same cadence. Closing her eyes, she made a small noise, almost like humming, and then shuddered, the rest of the fog lifting, leaving her feeling weary but alive. “Justin,” she murmured, “I love you so much.”

Justin smiled slightly, noticing that he had not used his own name and that her voice hadn’t seemed so strained when she used it, putting those things together and nodding. “I love you, too, Natalie. I’m glad that you’re back. You had me worried for awhile there.” His hand continued to stroke her hair, his subconscious picking up the fact that her breath had matched his, though he did not realize that their heartbeats were in rhythm as well.

Natalie leaned against him quietly, still keeping the rhythm with her body, a tenuous link to his soul as she tried to decide exactly what happened. Strain, stress, something of that sort. She’d heard of other goddesses having emotional breakdowns after particularly difficult missions, but the recovery was almost instantaneous, in most cases. Perhaps she was just a slow healer, or perhaps…. She sighed and tried to ignore the questions running through her head. It was enough that she was alive, right then, in that moment, in his arms, and for that she truly was grateful. Cuddling him, she planted a very small kiss on the side of his neck, nibbling just a bit before laying her head on his shoulder.

He gave a very slight shiver at the nibbling, goose bumps rising over his skin and being forced away as quickly as they arouse. A happy sigh escaped his mouth, taking as much comfort in her return from… whatever that had been, as she was taking in his presence. “You are alright, aren’t you? I mean… you’re back, right?” His voice was a low whisper, almost afraid of breaking the moment, but it showed clearly his worry for her – even through the light stuffiness - and his hope that she was truly all right.

Smiling softly at his worry, she thought about how sweet he was to even care about her when she felt so neglected and used sometimes. “In a manner of speaking, yes,” she noted, eyeing the goose bumps and pondering on the idea of trying to give him more. “I am doing much better, as you can tell,” she amended, drawing him into her arms and softly nibbling on his ear, her mouth warm and wet. Still clad in the thin cotton nightgown, but no longer embarrassed by it, she pressed against him and smiled softly to herself, holding him close.

Feeling her on his body, nibbling on his ear, he had to force himself not to think back to a few nights ago, not wanting to start an embarrassing situation. While he had enjoyed it, they had agreed, hadn’t they? Ignoring his inner voices, both natural and otherwise, he nodded, smiling warmly, while trying to fight a growing tickle in his nose. “Yes, I can tell. I’m very relieved. But Natalie… what brought it on? And what exactly happened?”

She didn’t know quite what to say in response to his questions. Though she had an idea of what triggered it, she didn’t want to tell him, for fear that he would leave or maybe never touch her again, especially when she wanted him so badly, in so many ways. “I’m not sure,” she responded truthfully, her head swimming with thoughts and implications, her body shivering with needs and desires. She was torn between exploring his flesh, and just sitting in his arms, and she sighed softly, waiting to see what he would do.

“I see…” he began, nodding slightly, then sighing, somewhat worried that something might trigger it again, not knowing what did before, and hoping that if it ever happened again, that she could still recover. Pausing in his thoughts, he turned to the side, holding up a finger on the hand that was not wrapped around Natalie, as if to tell her to wait just a moment. Struggling for breath, he shivered involuntarily, then allowed the sneezes to come freely. “Ehh… etCHOO!! Heh… HETCHOO!! Iyehhh… ehhhh… Eshhoooo!! SSHHOOO!!” A nearby flame flickered nervously from the sudden gusts of air, its light serving to illuminate the fine spray aimed downwards at the hardwood floor.

A low moan threatened to escape Natalie’s mouth, but she bit down forcefully on her lower lip, trapping the sound inside, where it only fueled her growing passion. Once she could be certain that opening her mouth would not betray her, she paused, took a few deep breaths, and then managed a slight smile. “Bless… bless you,” she murmured, touching a hand to his cheek, her fingertips stroking over his skin with remarkable tenderness considering the waves of desire that coursed through her small frame. Shifting slightly in his lap so as not to reveal the dampness that laced her panties, she practiced her best angelic look.

Recovering from the force of the sneezes, Justin sniffled adorably, then tried to pick up his train of thought. Oh, yes… the fog. He decided, for the moment, to be thankful that it ended, regardless of what the future might bring, and he held her tightly, kissing her forehead. “I’b just worried for you, dat’s all. I dod’t like to see you like dat; it scares be. Bud do batter what, do batter what happeds to you, I’ll be here. I’ll neber abandod you whed you deed be, I probise. Because I love you.”

Natalie sighed softly at his words and just curled up in his arms, not really knowing what to do. She wanted to be held by him, but she also felt that soft tingling in her body, both from being near him and from his delicious sneezes, and she could not help but want to give him pleasure. Trying to find the words to explain, she decided on a sigh and settled for something half-way informative, though she had no idea if he would understand what she meant. “I’m fine, really. Thank you,” she added, almost as an afterthought, still amazed that he cared and would not leave her. “I love you, too,” she whispered, pressing her cheek to his chest.

He smiled lightly, realizing that his chest was bare, as he figured that there was little need for a shirt. Currently in pajama bottoms and nothing else, he felt each little wiggle and twist of her body, his own struggling not to respond. “I’b glad, bud are you sure? I would’d wahd you do jusd say subding do dry do appease be, so dad I don’d ged hurd. I can hadle id if you wanded do say subding. I prefer do be dold a hurdful druf over finding oud dad I’f beed dold a pleasadt lie lader od.” He knew he was rambling with his relief, and he tried to stop himself. “I guess… whad I’b gedding ad, is dad if you deed adyding else, dod’d be afraid do ask.”

Hugging him gently, Natalie leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I am still very weak, and very, very fragile,” she admitted, noting that this was emotionally the case, not physically. “It will take a bit for me to heal completely. Goddesses have undergone something like this before, or so I have heard, but never to this degree.” A little perturbed at the unusualness of her case, she shook her head, then rubbed his back a little, her fingers warm against his bare skin and her body registering the pleasant sensations it gave. Gently kissing his lips, she then licked the side of his neck and nibbled softly, her teeth biting into his flesh and sending light pangs of pain through his body.

He gasped slightly at the feel of teeth on his neck, his chest expanding as it filled with air, before being let out slowly, with a smile. “God, Dadalie… I dod’d dow how do describe dat, excebd dat id hurds soooo good.” Giving a low, soft laugh, almost embarrassed, he closed his eyes slightly, torn between the pleasurable sensations at his neck, and another rising tickle in his slightly reddened nose. Bringing his left hand to rub at his nose, he carefully massaged the tip, not wanting to sneeze at the particular moment and cause Natalie to stop her actions.

She smiled slightly at the sound of his gasp, eyeing his expression and gently kissing his lips. As he rubbed his nose, she placed one hand on his chest, rubbing a bit. “You like that?” she whispered softly, shifting positions in his lap so that she now had access to his waist and lower body, her free hand stroking his hair. Her eyes were dancing slightly, and she pressed her nose to yours, nuzzling a bit, hoping to encourage a tickle. Wondering exactly how much she could get away with, she then wondered if she should press those limits, whatever they were. The hand on his chest moved over until her fingers found his nipple, and she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, pondering the idea of watching what he would do if she pinched it.

Still looking somewhat embarrassed as he nodded to her question, he felt almost as though it was wrong in some way to like what he did. Giving a strong sniff, he finally managed to clear his nose, though the tickle still teased him mercilessly. “I do… I’m sure you noticed a few nights ago, that I’ve got something of a thing for pain.” Turning his head down slightly, he watched her hand at his nipple, another long sigh escaping him, but this one of pleasure. Moving his eyes up to meet hers, he paused, searching them for something.

She looked deeply into his eyes, as if answering a question. “I did notice that,” she murmured, continuing to rub his nipple, her expression almost serious. Not entirely sure what he was searching for, she merely opened herself up to his perusal, almost inviting him in to probe her thoughts. Leaning in to like the side of his neck, she lapped quietly at his skin, lulling him into a rhythm of pleasure, then quickly pinching his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the movement sudden and unexpected.

Justin seemed to find what he was looking for, though he was not exactly sure himself, sensing her near-invitation somewhere in the back of his mind. As her mouth neared his neck, he tilted his head away, giving her better access and letting just the tiniest mumbled sound escape his throat, unmistakably pleased. At the pinch, his back arched slightly, and the mumbled sound became a moan, still not overly loud, but a sign of his obvious enjoyment.

Shaking her head, she scratched down his back, her fingernails digging into his soft skin ever so slightly. “Justin… you’re being very wiggly,” she admonished, her tone soft and seductive. “If you can’t hold still, I might have to tie you up,” she threatened, shivering happily at the sound of his moan, her fingers relaxing on his nipple as she slid the tip of one finger under the waistline of his pajamas. “And you wouldn’t want that, I’m sure,” she added, pausing to bite the edge of his ear, the sharp points of her teeth just barely piercing his skin.

He shook quietly a bit at the mention of being tied up, for the second time in his life running the idea through his head – and, for the second time, finding the idea very attractive. Instinctively, he pulled his head gently away from her teeth as he gasped, a natural human instinct, and one quickly suppressed as the pleasure followed the shock. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but thick with emotion (and a bit of the sniffles), “I just want you to be happy, Natalie. I wouldn’t object if you wanted to.” He gave the faintest hint of a smile, his arms wrapping around her a bit, though not so tight as to restrict movement, momentarily ignoring the tickle in his nose.

Natalie loved the tenderness in his actions, wanting to give him pleasure and be everything that he desired, but also knowing her own limitations. Too weak and insecure to be able to come across as detached and cruel, she would not only need to lapse into gentleness every once and awhile, but she would also need periodic verification that he was truly enjoying himself, and that he loved her. Cuddling into his arms, she nipped a bit more at his ear and smiled to herself, licking the softness of her skin. She tugged gently at his pajama bottoms, her hands brushing up against him as she worked them down, pausing more than was strictly necessary between his legs.

He shivered a little more, moaning a bit louder at the nips, the muscles in his lower body shaking slightly with nervousness, despite the fact that they had already been together. Not sure what exactly she liked, with a single notable exception, he gently kissed her cheek, though somehow it seemed to be more than a kiss that just a friend would give. His eyes closed slowly, taking in everything she did and “seeing” with his skin, letting the sensations be amplified as much as possible. “I love you, Natalie.” His voice was still that same whisper, directed softly toward her ear.

Natalie enjoyed the sound of his moan, thankful that she was giving him pleasure. Her hands worked his pajama bottoms all the way off of his legs and she tossed them on the chair, holding him very, very close and savoring his kiss. “And I love you, Justin,” she murmured, stroking his hips through the fabric of his boxers, her fingers warm and her touch gentle. Cradling him in her arms, she smiled to herself, then pushed him down against the bed rather roughly, licking and biting his neck, her movements almost harsh but not malicious. She held him down with one hand and rummaged around underneath the bed, searching for the cloth bindings that she dropped from the last time they had this room. Finally finding them, she straightened and smirked, straddling him and looking into his eyes. “Mine,” she whispered. “All mine. You’re mine, and I’m going to have you now, just the way I like you.”

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