by J A Fielding
When Natasha finally emerged from the bathroom, she quickly got dressed in a pair of blue capri pants and a hot pink flowered halter top. She put on a pair of flip flops and took her sunglasses before she kissed a now sleeping Mitchell on the forehead and walked out.
Rita had mentioned to her that she had to dig deep in order to give Mitchell the awesome weekend she had in mind all along. But for her, getting to know just what to do was a struggle. Given the long period of time since the two of them had been intimate, she was surprise she had been able to pull off the plane sex. But in her mind, she thought that the only reason it happened was because Mitchell was leading. She needed to get her own groove back. She had no idea where she was supposed to go but she was sure that she would find something hot and sexy that would knock her husband’s socks off. When she got to the front desk, she smiled at the man seated behind the rich mahogany desk.
“Hi. I was wondering if I could get a map of the area,” she said with a smile. The man nodded.
“Of course, madame,” he said in a heavy French accent. He turned around and gave her one of the pamphlets behind him.
“Thank you so much,” she said before walking out.
“Have a good day, madame,” he replied. She turned around and smiled at him before going out. She got into a cab and told the driver to take her downtown as she did a quick web search on where to buy sexy lingerie in the area. As she was scrolling through the results, one store called out to her.
“Le Monde Pleasures, for all your BDSM needs,” she read. She opened the page and held her breath as she looked at the various products. They had everything from butt plugs to cat-o-nine tails. She looked at the address and then asked the driver to take her to that specific place. She could not wait to go there. She had not delved into her bondage side since before she got married. When they got to the shop, she paid the driver and walked into the store.
She could feel a thrill going down her spine as she made her way through the door She noticed that each product had a brief description underneath it. The store owner walked towards her as she walked around looking at the various products.
“Good day, madame,” the woman said to her with a smile. Natasha was surprised that she did not have an accent like the man back at the chateau or the cab driver. Natasha had also expected the store attendant to be a woman dressed in spandex and probably carrying a whip but she was simply clad in a black sleeveless pencil dress and a pair of nude colored heels. Her long black silky hair cascaded over her shoulders complimenting her smoky blue green eyes.
“Good day to you too,” Natasha said with a smile.
“My name is Leah. How can I help you today?” the woman asked. Natasha shrugged.
“I have no idea. I just know I want almost everything in here,” she said excitedly. Leah looked at her and smiled.
“That is normal. Just take your time,” Leah said. “I’ll just be at the counter of you have any questions,” she said before walking away. Natasha smiled at her and then continued walking around. She literally wanted everything in that shop. Some silver balls caught her eye and she walked towards the stand and read the description below the balls.
If you are into the Fifty Shades kind of anal play then these balls are just what you need and so much more! They come with a special vibration feature that gives you and your partner more pleasure than you could ever hope for. And all these for only €30.
Natasha smiled to herself and picked the balls. They would not be her cup of tea on a normal day but this was a special occasion and she was willing to go above and beyond the call of duty. She had tried a butt plug before so maybe this would be almost the same if not better. She walked over to the next shelf where there was a nipple suction. She had always wanted to try it out. The last time she played the bondage card, she was the one in charge but this time she intended on letting Mitchell do all the driving. She was sure she would not mind playing second fiddle, especially since she suddenly had a desire to be a submissive. She picked the nipple suction and then walked over to the more familiar shelves. She frowned at the cat-o-nines. She knew she had a high tolerance for pain but cat-o-nines were simply not for her. Her threshold was not that high. She picked a spanking paddle and some lube before walking over to the counter. Leah looked at her and smiled.
“First time?” she asked. Natasha felt her cheeks go red.
“Actually, second time. Is it that obvious?” she asked. Leah shrugged and nodded.
“Unfortunately,” she said. Natasha smiled.
“Well, it happens to the best of us,” she said as Leah rang up her bill.
“So, forgive me for prying but by your accent I can tell that you are American. So are we here on a honeymoon or something?” Leah asked. Natasha smiled and shook her head.
“Actually, I got married four years ago. We just needed some time to ourselves for a few days,” she said.
“In that case, may I suggest something?” Leah said. Natasha shrugged.
“Anything,” she said with a smile. Leah smiled and walked over to the costumes section. She came back holding a naughty Cinderella costume. Natasha had to admit. It was the most beautiful costume she had ever seen. It was a blue and white bustier and short skirt, open at the bust with only a sheer fabric covering it. The fabric could be removed to expose the breasts for either sadistic play or simply to arouse you. It also had an open crotch, a pair of high heeled open toe sandals and a tiara to complete the look. Natasha smiled and looked at Leah.
“I’m sure your husband will love this,” Leah said.
“I’m sure he will,” Natasha said as she took the costume from her. “Ring it up,” she said excitedly.
Leah smiled, rang up her bill and then handed her a bag with all her purchases. Natasha smiled and thanked her before getting out of the store. She walked to a lingerie store and picked out a black sheer negligee with a matching thong. That was right out of Mitchell’s hot book. She knew she would make him happier than he had been in ages.
As she rode back to the chateau, she could not help but smile. She had half a mind to call Rita and tell her what she had just been out shopping for but she had to keep a few things about her marriage sacred even though Rita knew for a fact that she was the epitome of “lady in the streets and a freak in the bed.” When she got back to the chateau, she asked for room service with extra chocolate covered strawberries before she walked back to her suite. Mitchell was still asleep but he had a bathrobe on.
“Maybe he showered and then went back to sleep. That’s good, because he will need his strength,” she thought as she waited for room service to get there. She did not want to anything to ruin her perfect lovemaking session.
It was not long before the concierge came to their room pushing the food trolley. She tipped him generously and then closed the door behind him before going to the bathroom and changing into the black negligee. She took a pair of black heels from her suitcase before walking to the bed. She planted a soft kiss on Mitchell’s forehead. Mitchell’s eyelids fluttered open.
“I hope you are naked under that robe,” she said in a sexy voice. Mitchell smiled and nodded. “Good, because I have something for you to see,” she said as she stood up. Mitchell smiled and breathed a long low “wow” when he saw her. Just like she thought.
“You look beautiful. I just want to…” he took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. Natasha smiled. “I just want you,” he finally managed to say. Natasha felt proud of herself but if this lingerie got him this breathless, what would he do when he saw her in the naughty Cinderella costume? She could not wait to see his reaction then. But now, it was all about what he wanted to do to her.
Chapter 7
Whoever sang the song ‘Easy Like Sunday Morning’ must have been on vacation in France, exactly where Mitchell and Natasha were or its equivalent. When the two woke up on Sunday morning, Natasha could not help but take a long deep breath. The area had pine trees and the scent was at its strongest in the mornings.
“Smells like Christmas,” Natasha said as she woke up. Mitchell laughed.
“Really? Seasons have smells now?” he asked.
“What? Pine trees are Christmas trees and their sweet scent makes me think of Christmas,” she said in her defense.
“Uh huh. Just don’t start singing ‘tis the season’ all up in here,” he said as he draped an arm around her. Natasha smiled and looked at him.
“’Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la,” she began singing. He laughed and silenced her with one long kiss. She looked into his eyes when she pulled away from him. “You were great last night. At some point I thought we would wake up the entire chateau,” she said in a low voice.
“Well, I can’t take all the credit. That black lingerie you had on had a lot to do with it,” he said. “A lot,” he added, nodding. She smiled and shrugged.
“Well, wait till you see what I have planned for you later,” she said. Mitchell’s eyes lit up. He almost looked like a kid who had just been told that he was being given a free trip to Disneyland.
“You do remember that we have to be getting back today, right?” he said. Natasha frowned.
“Don’t remind me. I don’t ever want to leave,” she said. Mitchell smiled.
“I know,” he said as he used his index finger to softly caress her cheek.
“Does that make me sound like a terrible mother? Am I becoming one of those women who neglect their children just because they need time to themselves?” she asked, still frowning. Mitchell smiled and shook his head.
“You will never be one of those women. You are one in a million and there is no way I could have ever done better,” he said before kissing her forehead. She smiled and looked into his eyes.
“Sometimes I think I am the one who could have never done better. Most of the times I consider myself the lucky one,” she said. He shook his head.
“That is not possible,” he said in a whisper before he kissed her softly. “So, where do we go today?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Let’s just get out of bed first and then we’ll see from there,” she said, smiling. Mitchell smiled and let her go. He watched her as she walked to the bathroom where she turned on the shower.
The better part of the next hour was spent with them arguing about the bathroom situation. Mitchell wanted them to shower together to “save time” but Natasha thought that saving time meant some shower quickie and she was not up to that, at least not before breakfast. The way Mitchell had handled her the night before ensured that she was famished. After showering, Mitchell put on a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt that flattered his physique and Natasha put on a long blue strapless dress and a pair of sandals. She took Mitchell’s advice to let her hair down and “flaunt her curls” as he had put it and together they went downstairs for breakfast.
When Natasha made her order, she surprised even the waiter. She asked for waffles, a pancake, toast, a Spanish omelet, bacon and coffee.
“Woman, is there something I need to know?” Mitchell asked smiling. Natasha rolled her eyes.
“I’m just hungry, Mitchell and there is so much to do today. I need my energy,” she said. The waiter smiled and looked at Mitchell.
“And what will you have monsieur?” he asked.
“I’ll have what she is having save for the waffles, toast and pancake,” Mitchell said with a smile.
“Oui,” the waiter said before walking off. She smiled at him as he looked at her.
“I am tempted to ask why you need all that energy. What do you have planned for me?” he asked. She shook her head and interlaced her fingers.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she said. For the entirety of their breakfast, Mitchell tried as much as he could to get her to spill the beans about what she had planned but she would not budge. After breakfast they did a little sightseeing for almost three hours before they went back to their room. Natasha looked at Mitchell sadly and frowned. “I am about to ask for a very selfish favor,” she said. Mitchell looked at her and shrugged.
“If I can get it, you will have it,” he said.
“Well, it is not something that you can get, per se…it’s really something that you can do for me,” she said. Mitchell looked at her and shook his head.
“Then out with it, baby. Tell me what’s on your mind,” he said.
“Well, is it possible for us to spend one more night here? I mean, I miss Alexis and everything and I know we have to have a sit down with Naima but with the new account and everything, I have no idea when we will have another chance to just be us,” she said. Mitchell smiled.
“I was thinking the same thing,” he said as he walked towards her. She smiled back at him.
“Good. Will you do the honors of calling your parents and let them know we’ll be twenty-four hours late?” she asked.
“Why do I have to do it? Mother likes you better,” Mitchell said frowning.
“I have to call Naima and then I will make it up to you in more ways than one,” she said as she took her phone out of her bag.
After making her call to Naima, she walked to the bathroom and changed out of her dress and into the naughty Cinderella costume and then pinned her hair up to make room to flaunt the tiara. When she was done, she got the clear slippers and then retouched her makeup before she finally walked out of the bathroom with her bag of “tricks” in her hand. Mitchell was still on the phone…she was not surprised. Mrs. Schmidt had a talent to talk your ear off. From the corner of his eye, Mitchell caught a glimpse of his wife in the sexy outfit. He never needed a better reason to ignore his mother like he did at that moment.
“Mother I have to go,” he said before hanging up. He looked at Natasha from head to toe as he felt his cock getting harder in his pants. If there was ever a time his wife looked attractive, it was that moment, right there. He seemed to be tongue tied and rooted to the ground at the same time as Natasha made her way towards him. She dropped the bag at his feet and smiled.
“Tonight I want you to make me your slave, my Lord,” she said in a low sexy voice. Mitchell could have sworn his cock twitched when he heard her say that.
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, just to be sure he had heard the right thing.
“You heard me. I want you to spank me and fill me up like the naughty cock hungry girl I am,” she said again.
Mitchell wanted to pinch himself. He looked at the bag at his feet and smiled. He could put two and two together. A horny, submissive Natasha dressed in a naughty costume and a bag at his feet, he knew exactly what was inside the bag. Mitchell suddenly felt nervous. The last time this had happened, Natasha had totally taken control of the situation. Right now, he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
“Babe, I …” Natasha kissed him and silenced him.
“I know you know what to do,” she said when she pulled away. He smiled and kissed her again. Natasha could tell from the look in his eyes that her words had given him new encouragement. She suddenly felt a thrill go down her spine. She was not sure whether it was her desire or fear of the unknown that made her feel like a leaf caught in very bad weather. He held her by the waist and bent her over the bed. He used her hands to caress her softly as he raised the small skirt of the costume.
He swallowed hard when he laid his eyes on his wife’s naked pussy thanks to the crotchless design of the costume. He spread her legs further and then lifted one of her legs. Natasha knew he wanted her to kneel on the bed. He had no idea how uncomfortable he made her. She was wet, so wet and there was cool air flowing freely in between her legs…not that it was making anything any better.
For some reason, Natasha was looking forward to what Lord Mitchell had in store for her. It was not that she was looking forward to being belted or whatever it was that he had in mind. All she knew was that the intensity of the moment excited her…everything about the moment. The hungry look on his face, her bare pussy before him, the enraged cock in his pants. She just knew that she wanted him,
all of him, all he had to offer. She hankered for him, for his touch. She did not even give a damn whether his touch would be harsh or soft. She just wanted him.
She felt his hands leave her body and then felt a movement at her feet. She knew he was looking for the best toy to play with. It was not long before she felt his hands on her once again. She heard him take a long deep breath.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you are all mine,” he said in a low voice. For some reason, the way he said it turned her on so much. “I am going to spank you with my hand as I love doing and then I will use something from your wonderful bag of tricks,” he said before bringing his face down to kiss her bare waist. She smiled to herself as she waited anxiously for him to begin his punishment or whatever he wanted to call it. “Promise me you will use our safe word if I get too far,” he said as his hand gently caressed her.
“Yes my Lord,” she said. Mitchell smiled. He could get used to this. Natasha was still waiting for him to begin but she did not have to wait much longer. She felt a sting on her bare skin as he brought his hand down to spank her. She was not sure whether she heard the sound first or felt the sting first. She struggled hard not to scream as he brought his hand down again to spank her still stinging ass.
Mitchell raised his other hand and brought it down to spank her other cheek. By this time, Natasha knew that her ass was a bright crimson but it did not matter. She loved what he was doing to her. The way he was handling her, owning her. He went on probably for another full minute before he finally caressed her gently. Natasha knew that the first part of the punishment was over. She waited patiently as Mitchell picked up the spanking paddle from the bag. Now this was going to be true punishment.
SMACK!
She buried her face in the mattress to muffle her screams. She would hate to walk through the front doors of the chateau with her head hanging low. The blows were hard…hard enough to sting but not too bad to leave scars. All in all, Natasha knew that she would have a hard time sitting down later that evening. She was happy Mitchell had agreed to spend another night at the Chateau and this was the price she had to pay.
