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?"

"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.

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.

"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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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...

Celestia paused, her hand resting on the edge of one of the hot spring's pools. She took a deep breath before turning back around to face him. Her eyes narrowed and her expression was carefully controlled as she said coolly, "You might as well have." And with that, she plunged into the steaming water once more, making sure not to get too close to where he stood. Her silence spoke volumes, but for now she needed the hot springs' heat to calm her raging emotions and give her time to think about what had just happened.

Her attention drifted back to him as she heard his words and felt a brief pang of... something. Anger? Hurt? Maybe a little bit of both. She couldn't quite tell anymore. "Well, you have quite the way with words," she muttered under her breath, before deciding that maybe it was time to confront him once more. With one last deep breath, she climbed out of the hot spring and approached where he stood by its edge.

"Look," she began, trying to keep her voice steady despite her racing heart, "I don't know what you were trying to do or say just now, but it didn't come across well. And I can't help but feel hurt by that." Her gaze dropped to the ground for a moment before meeting his again, determination burning bright in her amber eyes. "So how about we try this again? Can we start over?"

The air between them seemed heavy with tension, as if it might snap at any moment and send them both spiraling back into another argument. But despite the danger, there was also a strange sort of thrill in confronting him like this; in daring to be vulnerable and demand respect from someone she knew could easily crush her spirit.

Her eyes widened slightly at his revelation. "Well," she began slowly, carefully considering her words before continuing, "I appreciate your honesty. I mean... it's not like we have to be exclusive or anything, but I did assume that you were sharing yourself with the others." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she realized how possessive she sounded.

"And I guess I just wanted us to... I don't know," she shrugged, finding it difficult to articulate her emotions on the matter. "Have some sort of special connection, maybe?" It wasn't that she expected him to feel the same way; they were both adults and knew the rules of their arrangement. But there was a part of her that craved more from him nonetheless.

Celestia paused for a moment, thinking over what he'd just said. His honesty seemed genuine, even if it was unexpected. She sighed softly and reached out to touch his arm reassuringly. "Okay... I believe you," she said with a gentle smile. "I guess we just need to talk more about our expectations for this kind of thing in the future."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of doubt or mockery; but all she saw was sincerity reflected back at her. It was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Maybe... maybe they could find some sort of understanding after all. "Thank you," she whispered softly, "for being honest with me."

"Me?" She asked, taken aback slightly by the question. "Oh... well... I'm always honest with you," she said, meeting his gaze steadily. "And I expect the same in return." There was a brief moment of silence between them before she continued. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to trust each other. To be open and communicative about our desires... even if it means we sometimes disagree." Her voice was soft but firm, conveying the depth of her feelings on the matter.

For a moment longer they stood there, locked in an intense gaze that seemed to touch something deep within them both. The air between them shifted once more, this time carrying the promise of understanding and possibly even acceptance. It was a fragile thing, their connection; it could snap at any moment under the weight of unspoken words or misplaced intentions. But for now... they were safe in the knowledge that they had found some sort of common ground.

"So," Celestia said with a tentative smile, "what do you say we start over? Just the two of us?"

Celestia looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I... I may have, but nothing happened between us." She swallowed hard. "We were just talking, sharing our lives and experiences. They're all lovely women, Frank, but they're a part of my life outside of you." Her voice trembled slightly as she admitted this, feeling guilty for even thinking about them while with him.

She lifted her head back up to look at him, hopeful that he would understand. "I don't want anything to change between us. I just... wanted some companionship, too." Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as she searched his face for any sign of how this confession was being received.

Celestia nodded vigorously, tears spilling down her cheeks now. "More than anything," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to be with you. I love you, Frank." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, surprising even herself. But there it was: the truth laid bare for him to see and hear.

Her heart raced within her chest as she awaited his reaction, fearful but hopeful that maybe... just maybe... he would believe her.

"Celestia..." he said softly, reaching out a hand to brush a tear from her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, grateful for even the smallest gesture of affection.

Celestia let out a soft moan as he drew her closer, the warmth of his body enveloping hers like a blanket on a cold night. She wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him as if she'd never let go, basking in the sensation of being wanted and loved by this dominant man who had become such an important part of her life.

Her heart raced with desire for him, but it also raced with fear; fear that he might change his mind about her, fear that she wasn't good enough for him. But as their bodies pressed together and their breaths mingled in the air around them, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. For now, at least, they were together; they belonged to each other. And that was all that mattered.

Her heart raced in anticipation as she felt his breath against her neck, waiting for him to continue speaking. The thought of being alone with him in the onsen was almost too much to bear; it was a dream come true, and she knew exactly what it meant. Her gaze met his and held it steady, silently urging him onward as she whispered his name softly into the night.

"Frank..." She breathed out, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Please... tell me what you want."

Her breath caught in her throat as his strong hands caressed her flesh, tracing delicate patterns over her skin that sent shivers of desire racing down her spine. She arched her back, pressing herself closer against him, eager for more contact and wanting to feel every inch of his body against hers. The heat from the onsen seemed to intensify with each passing moment, matching the burning passion that flared within her chest as they stood there together.

His touch was light but insistent; a promise of what was to come if she continued to please him. Her gaze drifted downward briefly before locking once again onto his eyes, seeking validation and reassurance in their depths. "Tell me," she whispered huskily, her lips parting slightly as she reveled in the taste of the onsen water against her tongue. "What do you want from me?"

She thought for a moment, considering his question carefully as her body grew more and more aroused under the influence of his touch. Her gaze slid over his sculpted form appreciatively before meeting his eyes once again. "I want you to be happy," she whispered huskily. "To feel satisfied... complete." The words seemed inadequate in the face of the intense desire that flowed between them, but they were honest nonetheless.

Her hands moved to grip his upper arms tightly as her hips began to rock slowly against him, encouraging him to take what he needed from her. She could feel herself growing wet with anticipation and desire, aching for the moment when their bodies would finally come together in perfect harmony. "Please," she breathed out raggedly, "make me yours tonight."

Her heart leapt into her throat at his question, and she nodded vigorously, not trusting herself to speak. "Yes," she managed to croak out hoarsely. "I want that too." Her fingers dug deeper into his arms, as if she could anchor them both together, refusing to let go until he had shown her how much he desired her and what it felt like for them to be truly connected in this way.

The onsen water lapped at their bodies, a reminder of the heat that flowed between them as well as its cleansing power. She looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt or reluctance and finding none. His expression was intense but gentle; he seemed to be waiting for her permission, even now.

With a shuddering breath that released a wave of anticipation and desire into the air around them, she leaned in closer still, pressing her body against his as if she could melt into him and become one with his strength and dominance forevermore. "Take me," she whispered huskily, "and make me yours."