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“I’m going to take a shower, and you, miss, will be my companion,” he said, kissing her passionately again.

She couldn't help but think that maybe he had missed her too.

They went up to the room, he headed to the bathroom to prepare the bathtub, and she remembered something she had read in an erotic book, but she was embarrassed to tell him.

So without speaking, she approached him and with trembling hands, she took off his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.

“What do you plan to do?” he questioned, looking at her with a strange gleam in his eyes.

“I want to do something for you,” she whispered.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, but I've never done this before,” she confessed, swallowing hard.

“I'm glad to know that I'll be the first one you give a blowjob to,” he grinned slyly.

“Nathan!” she reproached, as red as a tomato.

“I still can’t understand how you can blush when you're about to… ” but she didn't let him finish, as she had already knelt and taken his member into her mouth.

“Oh, baby!”

He was giving her instructions as best he could, since the pleasure was overwhelming and he could barely speak.

He pulled her away to take her in his arms, as he felt he was about to explode if she didn't stop.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said in a husky voice, and sat her on the edge of the bed. He knelt before her, lifted her dress, and pushed her panties aside to then give her pleasure with his mouth.

She writhed and moaned uncontrollably, and when she was about to reach orgasm, he pulled away and she protested.

“Nathan!”

“Patience, baby, this is just the beginning,” he smiled lustfully. “I’ll be waiting for you in the bathtub.”

When Suzanne entered the bathroom, he was lying in the tub filled with white bubbles, wearing a coquettish expression.

“Here I am,” she said, a little anxious.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded authoritatively.

She felt a bit insecure, the place was very well-lit, and she had never undressed in front of him so openly; in other times when they had done it, the light had been dim.

She began to undress under Nathan’s watchful gaze.

The dress fell to the floor, leaving her in her underwear. His gaze changed as he scanned her curves, frowning a bit when he saw she was wearing those red panties that he hadn't given her.

"Take off your bra," he said excitedly. "Beautiful," he smiled as he saw her exposed breasts and hardened pink nipples.

"I..."

"You must do everything I order you, understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy Nathan."

"Slide your right hand down your belly slowly," he said, and lust took over her. "Now cup your breasts with your hands. That's it, don't stop! Imagine they are my hands and massage them."

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she saw his gaze was pure fire.

"I can't go on," she protested, desiring him with every fiber of her being.

"I love what you're doing, keep going, I don't want you to stop, doll. Pinch your nipples," he ordered. She hesitated, but did it anyway and stifled a moan. "Slide your hand down to your vagina and touch yourself for me."

She did so, beginning to let out small moans.

She turned around and took off her panties, exposing her buttocks to him. She bent over a bit to take off her shoes and heard him curse.

"Don't do that," Nathan said, his voice rougher than usual.

His eyes fixed hungrily on her femininity.

"I'm sorry."

"Come here, sit on the edge of the bathtub, hold on tight," he asked.

"Oh!" Suzanne moaned when she felt his tongue right there, in her opening.

"Don't move," he reprimanded her.

They were both on the verge of delirium, and he knew it.

He took her in his arms and held her by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his hips. They positioned themselves under the shower's stream, and he penetrated her slowly.

As it became more pleasurable, their movements picked up speed, but carefully to avoid both of them falling, as the tub was slippery.

“Oh, yes baby!”

“Nathan…”

They both climaxed in pleasure and their bodies trembled, sated with each other.

Once they were bathed and changed, they got ready for dinner.

Now they were sitting on the couch, and she was snuggled against his chest under the blankets, as the night had turned cold.

"I'll be right back," he said, getting up.

He went upstairs two at a time. She rested her head on the back of the couch and focused on the movie.

He came back and sat down beside her.

"Here," he said, extending a little box.

"What is it?"

"Open it and you'll find out."

Suzanne took the box in her hands, and when she opened it, she saw a beautiful diamond bracelet.

"Oh my God! I can't accept this."

"None of that, I bought it especially for you. As soon as I saw it, I imagined it on you," he smiled at her.

"But it's a very expensive piece of jewelry..."

"I won't go bankrupt for buying it," he said amused. "Let me put it on you. Every time you see it, I want you to remember that I own you and you are mine."

"Thank you, you don't know how much I lov...," but she stopped short before finishing the sentence.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"You what?"

"I want to thank you, no one has ever given me jewelry like this," she smiled nervously.

"Well, get used to it, because I will only give you the best," Nathan said, pleased.

"The only thing I want is you," she thought with a grimace.

They continued watching the movie until it ended.

"It's my turn to choose," Suzanne said.

"Alright, I'll go to the bathroom while you put it on."

As soon as Nathan disappeared, her phone vibrated. Suzanne saw it and took it in her hands, unsure of what to do, but in the end, she opened the message that had just arrived, and her happiness vanished.

“Thank you for the amazing week, Nathan. Sincerely, Paula.”

She searched her contacts list and saw that over 70% of her contacts were women.

Just as she was placing the phone back where she found it, Nathan appeared and snatched it from her hands roughly.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he growled furiously.

"I just wanted to check the time," she lied.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Don't ever touch my things again. I hate it when people do that! You don't have a damn right to go through my phone or any of my belongings!" he said, this time yelling. "Understood?"

"Yes," she whispered with a broken voice.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she held them back.

"Now get out, leave here," he was about to go upstairs, but he stopped, grabbing her arm. "I want you out of my apartment."

"But I can't just leave like this," she protested with a broken voice.

She was wearing one of his boxer shorts and a tank top. He grabbed the blanket from the couch and threw it at her feet.

"Cover yourself with that," he snapped.

He took his wallet out of his pocket, grabbed a bundle of money, and threw it in her face, making the money scatter on the floor.

She was left speechless.

"Take a taxi, I don't need you anymore today," and without another word, he went upstairs, leaving her there, sobbing.

He had treated her worse than a cheap whore.

Suzanne was relieved to see her purse on one of the small tables. There was no way she was going to accept that money he had thrown at her; she would rather walk away, no matter how far her father's house was.

She felt rage, anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness, and a deep pain in her heart.