from him at the same time. Spent, he stayed inside her; propping his body onto his elbows, he asked, “So what do you think?”
“Where do I sign up?” She beamed up at him.
* * *
Several months later, Carmen stood in her studio putting the finishing touches on her portrait of Natron. She was proud of this piece. Her love for the man came through in the painting and she knew it.
Natron gazed back at her from the massive canvas in front of her. She was having it photographed this week before giving it to Natron. She considered how far their relationship had come. At first she had worried about being a mere notch on Natron’s bedpost, but it turned out she needn’t have been. She and Natron had a unique chemistry all their own, he was always coming up with games for them to play, and Carmen adored those ‘sessions.’
She’d never had multiple orgasms before, but with him she experienced them almost every time they were together. Whether it was him , the way he fucked her so hard and with such stamina, or how aroused she became from the way he talked to her and his games—she wasn’t certain, but she’d become addicted to him and the special brand of love they shared.
While she loved his fancy lifestyle, it was Natron himself that she was drawn to. How had he known how well she would fit with his kinky side? Hell, she surprised herself how much she liked being submissive to him. It fit not only her personality, but also her fantasies. She’d always wanted a take-charge kind of man who would take her hard and ravish her.
But she hadn’t expected to be excited by him ordering her around. When he’d told her to spread her legs, she thought the butterflies in her stomach might just take off and fly her right out of the room. And even though she was an independent, grown woman, whenever he called her babygirl, she melted into a puddle of goo at his feet.
In her heart she believed that Natron was a good man and that she could trust him. And because she knew he had her back, she agreed to play his quirky games. No matter what he did, she felt he had her best interests at heart, that he wanted to nurture and protect her as well as please her. That made her want to serve him, to give to him more than he gave to her. But even as she luxuriated in the love they shared, she wondered if there might come a time when he wanted more than she’d be able to give.
Chapter Six
Football season had begun and Carmen and Natron had been together for months. Being the girlfriend of a big football star was fun and while she missed him when he was on the road, she’d grown accustomed to the lifestyle.
The Vipers had Natron practicing most of the time he was in Dallas, which didn’t leave much time for her. To keep her from being at such loose ends, Natron arranged for her to meet with a group of girls he thought she might like.
Apparently his financial advisor, Mason Dubreaux, had a Daddy/little girl relationship with his girlfriend, Nellie, and Nellie had a group of friends who all liked being a Daddy’s girl. They even called their group the Daddy’s Little Girls Club. Natron had put Carmen in touch with Nellie, who told her that the girls had decided to meet in Fort Worth for a night of bull riding at the rodeo.
Carmen was nervous about meeting the girls for the first time, but she looked forward to it. She arrived at the stockyard early. She and Nellie planned to meet outside the Cowtown Coliseum. She got there first and since she didn’t see Nellie, Carmen leaned up against a post and played a candy game on her phone while she waited.
“Carmen!”
Hearing her name, Carmen turned to find a cute blonde with big hair coming toward her, high heels clicking against the pavement. The girl had the poise and presence of a pageant queen, and she held her arms out, intent on giving Carmen a hug.
“Nellie?” Carmen asked as she was swallowed up into a cloud of Chloe perfume.
“Yes, and you must be
“Where do I sign up?” She beamed up at him.
* * *
Several months later, Carmen stood in her studio putting the finishing touches on her portrait of Natron. She was proud of this piece. Her love for the man came through in the painting and she knew it.
Natron gazed back at her from the massive canvas in front of her. She was having it photographed this week before giving it to Natron. She considered how far their relationship had come. At first she had worried about being a mere notch on Natron’s bedpost, but it turned out she needn’t have been. She and Natron had a unique chemistry all their own, he was always coming up with games for them to play, and Carmen adored those ‘sessions.’
She’d never had multiple orgasms before, but with him she experienced them almost every time they were together. Whether it was him , the way he fucked her so hard and with such stamina, or how aroused she became from the way he talked to her and his games—she wasn’t certain, but she’d become addicted to him and the special brand of love they shared.
While she loved his fancy lifestyle, it was Natron himself that she was drawn to. How had he known how well she would fit with his kinky side? Hell, she surprised herself how much she liked being submissive to him. It fit not only her personality, but also her fantasies. She’d always wanted a take-charge kind of man who would take her hard and ravish her.
But she hadn’t expected to be excited by him ordering her around. When he’d told her to spread her legs, she thought the butterflies in her stomach might just take off and fly her right out of the room. And even though she was an independent, grown woman, whenever he called her babygirl, she melted into a puddle of goo at his feet.
In her heart she believed that Natron was a good man and that she could trust him. And because she knew he had her back, she agreed to play his quirky games. No matter what he did, she felt he had her best interests at heart, that he wanted to nurture and protect her as well as please her. That made her want to serve him, to give to him more than he gave to her. But even as she luxuriated in the love they shared, she wondered if there might come a time when he wanted more than she’d be able to give.
Chapter Six
Football season had begun and Carmen and Natron had been together for months. Being the girlfriend of a big football star was fun and while she missed him when he was on the road, she’d grown accustomed to the lifestyle.
The Vipers had Natron practicing most of the time he was in Dallas, which didn’t leave much time for her. To keep her from being at such loose ends, Natron arranged for her to meet with a group of girls he thought she might like.
Apparently his financial advisor, Mason Dubreaux, had a Daddy/little girl relationship with his girlfriend, Nellie, and Nellie had a group of friends who all liked being a Daddy’s girl. They even called their group the Daddy’s Little Girls Club. Natron had put Carmen in touch with Nellie, who told her that the girls had decided to meet in Fort Worth for a night of bull riding at the rodeo.
Carmen was nervous about meeting the girls for the first time, but she looked forward to it. She arrived at the stockyard early. She and Nellie planned to meet outside the Cowtown Coliseum. She got there first and since she didn’t see Nellie, Carmen leaned up against a post and played a candy game on her phone while she waited.
“Carmen!”
Hearing her name, Carmen turned to find a cute blonde with big hair coming toward her, high heels clicking against the pavement. The girl had the poise and presence of a pageant queen, and she held her arms out, intent on giving Carmen a hug.
“Nellie?” Carmen asked as she was swallowed up into a cloud of Chloe perfume.
“Yes, and you must be
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