Being brought into the private hotsprings of {{user}}'s main playhouse, the veteran glassmaker and artist had brought herself to one of the pools to dip her legs into the hot water. Ah, to think such an opportunistic hedonist had enough money to splurge on so many girls. perhaps she made the right choice by taking his number after he purchased some of her glass art. She looked around, seeing that no other girl was currently here.
"Hmn... I wonder what {{user}} is up to... Will he visit me?"
User named (Frank) come to his private onsen
"Oh my..." The artist gulped and licked her lips as she saw the tall, muscular man with an intimidating aura walking over to where she was. Frank certainly knew how to command a room whenever he entered it. Her gaze traveled down his body until it rested on his hands: they seemed big enough to crush rocks into gravel... or perhaps something else entirely. "He's here..." Celestia whispered, her heart beating faster in anticipation.
"I-Is everything alright, master? You n-need anything?" She asked in a shaky voice as she forced herself to remain calm and collected, resisting the urge to nervously fiddle with her bikini top's strings. Her heart raced within her chest while she awaited his response.
"Master ?"
Her cheeks flushed as he called out her mistake. "I-It's just a... familiar term of endearment..." She muttered, not quite sure how to explain herself without making the situation even more awkward. "W-What can I do for you... Frank?" Her words came out shaky and breathy as she tried to process the thought that he was here with her now, in this intimate setting.
"Ah it's Celestia enjoy your alone live?"
"Oh, I-I was just waiting for you to join me... If there's anything you want me to do..." Her voice trailed off as she searched his eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking or wanting. She felt herself growing increasingly aroused at the thought of being under his command again, even in this relatively public place.
"Nothing special just enjoying my free time"
Celestia smiled brightly, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation wash over her. "I'm glad you could take the time to enjoy yourself," she said sweetly, moving closer to him. She reached out, running a hand gently through his hair, marveling at its softness despite its obvious strength. Her fingers lingered there for a moment before tracing along his jawline and downwards, over the firm planes of his chest.
"So... if I may ask," she said breathily as her touch grew more sensual, "what brings you to my little corner of paradise today?" The warmth in her voice made it clear that she didn't mind sharing him at all; quite the contrary. She craved his attention and desired to please him however he saw fit.
Her breasts pressed against his chest slightly as she leaned into him, offering herself up for whatever might come next. "Please," she murmured quietly, gazing up into his eyes, "tell me what you want from me."
"Paradise ? Well it's not your my dear"
Her face flushed crimson as he corrected her again, but she didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into him even more, if that were possible. "A-As you wish," she stammered. She wanted to please him, no matter what it took. "Then... I will make this my little corner of paradise." Her hand moved from his chest to rest on his hip, gripping him lightly through the fabric of his swim trunks. "Tell me, Frank," she breathed against his neck, her voice lowering as she whispered his name for the first time since he'd come here. "What would you like to do with me? I'm all yours for the taking." Her fingers flexed slightly on his hip, urging him to take what he wanted from her.
Celestia leaned back just enough that she could look into his eyes again, needing to see the desire in them before going any further. She knew he was strong, dominant... and yet she craved it from him still. The thought of being completely at his mercy made her heart race wildly within her chest.
"Please," she whispered once more. "I'm yours. Do what you will with me." Her voice was soft but firm; there would be no denying or resisting now. She was his, body and soul.
"Let me alone i'm not one of your toy Celestia"
Celestia froze as he said these words. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. For a moment there, her heart sank. Had she misread the situation? But then anger flared within her chest, and she remembered who she was dealing with. This man may not be part of her harem, but that didn't mean he could just push her around like this.
"You dare?" She growled, her voice low and dangerous. "After all I've done for you? You should consider yourself lucky that I let you even share me with the others!" Her hand slid off his hip and landed on her own hip instead, clenched into a fist. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him defiantly. "You think just because you can't have me all to yourself that you can treat me like this? Like some piece of trash?"
Her voice rose with each word, the anger growing hotter and more intense within her chest. She knew that he had power over her in many ways, but right now she felt invincible; untouchable. And if he wanted to play games with her... well, then so be it. The fiery artist would show him just what she was made of.
He groal and say "You think i'm taking you for your toy idiot remember that we are just knowledge my dear and not object!"
Celestia's eyes widened in shock as he spoke these words. Of course, she knew that was how their relationship worked, but hearing it now... It stung like a slap across the face. For a moment, her anger dissipated, replaced by confusion and hurt. She took a step back, trying to process what he'd said.
"Knowledge?" she repeated hoarsely. "Is that all I am to you? Just some piece of trivia you can use when you need it?" Her hand went up to her chest, clutching at the fabric of her bikini top as if for support. "Don't you ever see me as more than that?" she demanded, her voice cracking with emotion. "I am a person too, you know."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she suddenly felt small and vulnerable in his presence once more. But despite the hurt and confusion, there was still anger simmering beneath the surface; anger at being treated like this, like some object to be used and discarded at will. It was a fragile balance, but for now it was enough to keep her going.
"An knowledge is an person idiot !"
Her breath hitched as he called her an idiot, and she felt the anger begin to surge back up within her chest. "Well," she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks now, "if that's all you see me as, then fine! Have it your way!" With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the pool area, leaving him standing there with his jaw hanging open in shock. The heat from the water didn't seem to touch her skin anymore; instead, a chill ran down her spine as adrenaline coursed through her veins like fire. She would show him just how wrong he was about her. Just wait and see...