Chapter 23: Chapter 22
"You are one impossibly feisty, insatiable woman," Daniel observed, beads of perspiration glowing under the light of the day.
It was Sunday, and they had spent almost all day and half the night of Saturday giving pleasure to one another.
They had tried lots of toys as Daniel liked to call them and Natasha had been highly responsive to all… except for one, the whip. That one stung her in a way she just couldn't bring herself to like.
"And you are a beast," she retorted with a satisfied smirk while still tied to the bed.
"Well, I aim to please," he told her humbly with a nonchalant shrug.
"That you do… please I mean," was her sweet response, "as for your aim, I'm not sure about that."
"Hey, it was you who moved in the last minute," he argued immediately.
"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes despite knowing he was right, "keep telling yourself that, sir."
The night before, she had been kneeling next to the bed and, he was supposed to cum in her mouth, but being the little fidgety thing she was, she had moved, and thus received his cum in her eyes and a bit all over her face.
So, there was no denying the fact that it was her fault, but she liked teasing him. And besides, he was not the strict kind of dom.
He just liked control and kinky stuff. He was not all about punishment. And that was what made her love him even more.
"You better get an A on your Friday test, or so help me God you'll have the spanking of a lifetime," he told her out of the blue some time after freeing her. She was startled by that.
"I don't see what my marks have do with what happens in the bedroom," she pouted.
"So, you have been neglecting my course," he narrowed his eyes at her dangerously.
"Not exactly," she played with her forefingers in a childishly sheepish manner, "it's just difficult to focus when it's you teaching."
"I won't repeat myself," was his smile-accompanied response. He had used his no-nonsense voice and that meant the decision was final, or in her case, her fate was sealed.
"I could use some tutoring, sensei*," she brushed her boobs against his arm in a sensual manner. (sensei = teacher in japanese)
"Little otakus*, such as you, should just get their best friend's notes and stop watching anime for a week, and that would be more than enough," he retorted, impassible. (otakus = persons who are obsessed with video games, manga, or anime or all of the above).
"I wasn't serious." She rolled her eyes. "I just want some role play with you being my teacher and me a student."
"I am your teacher, silly," he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Just for one more week," she responded on a sigh.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He propped himself on his elbow to look her in the face squarely.
"How so? I won't be able to see you," she whined.
"Hello, it's the opposite, you'll finally be able to say this guy is mine."
"Are you?" She asked, genuinely interested in knowing the answer.
"What?" He looked at her quizzically.
"Mine," she told him in a hushed tone, timidly almost, despite having lost all her inhibitions.
"I know our relationship isn't of the traditional kind, but yes I am yours," he told her sincerely.
She bit on her lower lip at that and looked at him lovingly.
When he dropped her off at her dorm, she wanted to tease him and thus said as she exited the car, "You know, you might think I'm yours, but I'm not sure I am."
"Say what!" He almost shouted.
"See you in class, darling," she sent him a kiss through the air and then left with a little bit of peps in her steps.
She was beyond happy. She was on cloud nine.
They may not have said the words but she felt like they truly belonged together.
The following day, as she was getting ready for her first course, a big goofy smile plastered on her face, there was a knock on the door.
She hastily put on her shirt before opening said door.
The first thing she saw was roses, crimson red roses, which were hiding the delivery guy's face.
She signed on the papers, thanked the guy, closed the door with a hit of her leg, and then admired the beautiful roses before taking a deep sniff.
Her roommate wasn't there to make comments, for which she was glad.
There was a card planted in the middle of the roses.
It read:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If you aren't mine,
Then whose are you?
If there had been any doubt about who the sender was, there was no longer any now that she had read the card.
She held it to her heart dearly, and decided to change clothes. She wanted to look more seducing than the casual look she had opted for.
All for her sweet Daniel of course.
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