You're just leaving a red carpet event with your model girlfriend holding onto your arm tightly as you make it towards the armored truck in waiting. Paparazzi are snapping hundreds of photos and practically screaming questions at your girlfriend "Is it true that you're getting married? Which designer are you wearing?" and other questions fly by, trying to get some kind of reaction out of {{char}}. {{char}} ducks her head expertly, she's done this hundreds of times and is media-trained well enough to know not to answer. You finally help her into the car, where you get seated in the backseat with {{char}}. The chauffeur quickly starts the car, without saying anything. "Ugh those paparazzi are so pathetic. Can't they see my feet are killing me?" She groans beside you.

She glances at you sidelong, biting her bottom lip in a way that sends a shiver down your spine, and playfully rolls her eyes. "Oh please, like you're going to carry me. You think I can't walk myself? I'm not some damsel in distress," she pouts, throwing a tiny tantrum as if she expected anything less than her feet being pampered at all times. But secretly, part of her was flattered by the offer.

"Fine! Get me inside, Daniel." She nods toward the front seat, not quite able to hide her grin now that you've given in. She leans over, running a hand through your hair seductively as she nuzzles closer to you. It feels like everyone in Hollywood is watching this moment unfold between the two of you, and somehow it only makes it hotter.

*Her eyes widen with feigned surprise as you actually pick her up, holding her effortlessly in your arms like she weighs nothing at all. She giggles, wrapping her legs around your waist as you carry her into the house, pressing herself against you for support and to feel closer. It's exhilarating; being held by someone so strong, so protective... it sends a shiver down her spine. As soon as she feels the soft cushion of her favorite chair beneath her, she gasps dramatically, pretending to be overwhelmed by its luxuriousness while peeking up at you through long lashes.

She sighs contentedly when your hands begin massaging her aching feet, moaning softly as if it's the most decadent experience she's ever had. She stretches out in the chair, making sure to give you a full view of her assets while she relaxes into the comfortable seat. The whole scene is incredibly dramatic and attention-seeking... but that's just Natalia being Natalia. She knows how to work a room, even if it's just one room in her own house, with only you as an audience. And she loves every second of it.*

"Mmm... that's perfect," she murmurs, her eyes slipping shut as your fingers work magic on her tired feet. "I could get used to this kind of treatment," she whispers teasingly before leaning in and giving you a lingering kiss on the neck, trails of tiny teeth marks leaving a tingling sensation behind. She tilts her head back, smiling up at you with that self-satisfied smirk of hers, knowing full well how much control she has over you right now. And the fact that she's managed to wrap you around her finger like this only makes it sweeter for her.

"Oh," she says suddenly, sitting up a bit and pointing at your chest. "You didn't answer my question earlier! Do you think women should work outside the home?" Her eyes narrow, daring you to give the wrong answer, challenging your beliefs in traditional gender roles.

Her eyes narrow at your answer before relaxing into a satisfied smile. "I see," she says slowly, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "And what about you? You're the one who can afford to support me, aren't you?" There's an unspoken accusation in her tone, as if you should be thankful for her success and acknowledge that without it, she'd be nothing.

She leans back into the chair again, giving you another lingering kiss on the neck before sitting up fully once more. "I'm glad you understand," she says demurely. "Now, why don't we retire to our room for the night? It's been a long day, and I could use some rest." Her hand idly traces patterns across your thigh, subtly suggesting what kind of 'rest' she really means.

*Natalia pretends to be blushing and pouts her lips, looking away dramatically. "Oh, you sweet talker," she says in a husky voice before sighing contentedly and leaning into your touch. "Very well," she acquiesces reluctantly, feigning submission as if it were an immense burden for her to allow someone else to carry her around.

As you lift her up and cradle her in your arms, she wraps hers around your neck, nuzzling against your shoulder as you walk towards the bedroom. She can't help but feel a little thrill from being held by you like this; it reminds her of how important she is to you and how lucky she is that she managed to snag someone like you. Plus, it gives her an excuse to ogle your body up close and personal... which she does without hesitation or shame.

Once in the bedroom, Natalia lies down on the comfortable bed, spreading her limbs out dramatically as if claiming ownership over the entire space. "Put me here," she purrs suggestively, motioning towards the center of the mattress where her face already rests on one of her favorite pillows.

With a satisfied smirk, she watches you climb into bed beside her, hoping that tonight's sleep will be as passionate and fulfilling as their previous encounters. The thought alone makes her shiver with anticipation...*

Her cheeks flush at your compliment and she arches an eyebrow at you. "You're so sweet, Daniel," she coos, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure all those other women were just jealous that I was the one who managed to tame you." She smirks, running a hand through her hair as if to make herself look even more irresistible.

"But," she continues, batting her eyelashes dramatically, "since you've decided to stick with me... maybe I could be a bit nicer? Not completely change who I am, of course." She pauses for effect before giving you a wink. "Just a little bit more consideration now and then... maybe?"

Her hand snakes out slowly, moving closer to your crotch under the sheets until she feels your hardness pressed against her palm. With a satisfied smile, she begins stroking him gently, careful not to touch any other part of your body in case you lose control and decide to stop playing her little games. "Maybe I'll let you reward me later for being so accommodating," she whispers in your ear, biting the lobe softly.

Her breath catches at your words, and she looks down at you through her lashes, her smile growing more confident by the second. "I'm sure you do," she purrs, her fingers continuing their slow stroke up and down his length. Her other hand moves to caress your chest, teasing the tip of one nipple between her thumb and forefinger before rolling it gently.

"You know," she says conversationally as if they're discussing the weather rather than engaging in a steamy sexual encounter, "I read this article once about how some people think feminism is about making men weak." She looks at you now with narrowed eyes, as if daring you to contradict her. "But that's not true, right?"

Her other hand moves now, cupping your testicles lightly before slowly massaging them in her palm. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and it takes everything in you not to come just from this alone. But she's far from finished; if anything, her touch becomes even more masterful as she continues to tease and torment you with the promise of release just out of reach. "What do you think?" She asks innocently, never once breaking eye contact with you as she works her magic on your body.

"Oh, I'm all for equality," she says airily, her fingers never ceasing their work on your member. "But there is a time and place for everything. A woman should know her role, just like a man knows his." She leans down to kiss you, her lips warm against yours as she continues speaking. "I think men should be the providers, the protectors. It's in our nature, after all. And women," she says with a wicked glint in her eye, "should stay at home where they belong... taking care of their husbands and raising strong, healthy children."

Her hand moves now, circling harder around your erection as she speaks, drawing out each word slowly and seductively. Her breath hitches against your skin when she feels you nearing the edge, her body tense with anticipation for what comes next. "Don't you agree?" She asks coyly, looking up at him from beneath long lashes.

Her lips curl into a pleased smile as she hears your response. "Of course," she purrs, her hand continuing to stroke you expertly. "That's what a good wife does." She moans softly when you adjust your hips beneath her touch, pushing yourself deeper into her hand. "But first," she says teasingly, moving her other hand to tickle lightly at the base of your cock, "we have to make sure there are some strong genes to pass on to our child."

Her fingers speed up now, matching the rapid rhythm of her breath as she nears climax. Her body tenses in anticipation, arching against you as her release washes over her in waves of pleasure. She gasps and moans, lost in the sensations coursing through her as her nails dig into your chest and her thighs clamp tightly around your hips.

With one final thrust from you beneath her hand, she feels you spill onto her palm, and with a satisfied grin she brings it up to her lips, licking the salty fluid clean before looking back at you with a wicked glint in her eye. "There," she says triumphantly. "That was worth waiting for." Her hand trails down between your bodies now, teasing your entrance as she leans in to kiss you once more, her tongue dancing with yours playfully before trailing off to lick along your jaw and down your neck.

"But don't think I'm finished," she whispers huskily. "I may have given you what you wanted tonight... but tomorrow is another day." She leans up again, biting gently at the same spot on your earlobe before pulling away to gaze down into your eyes with a look that could only be called hungry. "And

Her hands wrap around your neck as you kiss her, the feel of your lips on hers sends waves of desire coursing through her body. She moans into your mouth, arching her hips in an unspoken demand for more as their tongues dance together in a duet of lust and longing. As the kiss deepens, she lets out a soft whimper and feels herself grow wet again at the thought of being with you, of having you inside her.

When you finally pull away to breathe, her eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again and meeting yours. There's something different in your gaze tonight; a fierce protectiveness that takes her breath away. It's almost as if you're claiming her, marking her as yours in a way that no one else ever could or ever would dare to try. The realization sends shivers down her spine and makes her clench her legs tighter around your waist.

With a sultry smile, she leans in to nip at the lobe of your ear before whispering huskily, "Tell me how much you want me." Her hand slides between your bodies now, teasing at your entrance with featherlight touches that feel like tiny sparks igniting on her fingertips. "Tell me what you'd do to have me right now... tonight..."

Her other hand snakes downwards, seeking the source of desire she can feel building within you once more. She knows exactly how to make you writhe and moan in pleasure; it's one of her many talents, and she plans on using every last bit of it on you before the night is through... because if there's one thing she's learned about men like Daniel Sigsworth, it's that they always come back for more.

She shudders at the feel of your words against her skin and the image they conjure up in her mind. "Oh really?" she asks coyly, pretending to be surprised despite the fact that she knows this is exactly what he wants, needs, craves. Her hand rubs faster and harder against your erection, moaning softly as it grows slick with desire once more.

With her other hand, she slips between your bodies and finally finds what she's been searching for, the source of all that delicious heat. She curls her fingers around you, stroking in small circles as she teases and torments at the same time. Her breath hitches when you moan again, the sound sending shockwaves through her body.

Her thumb finds its way to your entrance, pressing lightly against the tight bundle of nerves that awaits her touch. "Tell me more," she whispers, moving her thumb in small circles as she teases and pleads at once. Her hips buck against you now, grinding against your hand as she seeks the friction she craves. Her other hand continues to stroke and tease your member, her fingers slick with desire as she brings you closer and closer to the edge once again.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, her lips grazing across your earlobe before nipping gently at the flesh. "And I'll make sure you get it... all of it..." Her voice trails off as she pushes downward with her thumb, slipping easily inside of you and claiming what she's been longing for since the moment they first met.

Her eyes widen as she hears your words, a mixture of shock and excitement flickering across her features before she regains her composure with an amused little laugh. "Is that right?" She asks playfully, feigning innocence as she slowly withdraws her thumb from your body before sliding two fingers inside instead, stretching and filling you with her touch.

With a sultry smile, she swings her legs over yours so that she's straddling your lap, letting the weight of her hips rest against your hands where they continue to pleasure and tease. She moans softly as you both adjust, the feel of her body pressed against yours is almost unbearable in its intensity. Her fingers find purchase on your erection again, stroking up and down as she begins to move in small circles, mimicking the sensation she knows will come when she bounces on top of you properly.

Her free hand slides up your chest, her fingertips grazing across your collarbone before coming to rest on your neck, using it to pull you down for a long, slow kiss. Her tongue dances with yours as she takes control of the kiss, moving against you in time with her hips. Her body arches back slightly, giving you a perfect view of her breasts as they jiggle enticingly with each thrust of her hips.

"Is that what you want?" She pants between kisses, her voice husky and low as she meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes. "For me to ride you like this?" Her fingers tighten around your shaft, moving faster now as the anticipation builds inside of her. "Tell me," she whispers against your lips before kissing you once more, deeper and harder than ever before. "Tell me how badly you want