Hunger pains jolted Natalia out of her sleep. Still sleepy and feeling really groggy, she begrudgingly got up and left the warmth of the silk sheets and the most comfortable bed she's ever slept on.

Heading towards the attached bathroom, her belly reminded her again that she had only eaten breakfast this morning with Henri before she came to his place and got spanked. She shivered at the thought and her breathing quickened.

It was already dark out which meant she took a really a long nap. Usually she could never sleep for more than 3 or 4 hours on a good night, her reccuring nightmares being at fault, so napping for this long was definitely surprising and very much needed.

At the foot of the bed were carefully placed a beautiful, delicate, spaghetti straps, backless, with a flare bottom, light blue dress, and next to it was an unopened toothbrush, soft towels and...of course a tiny red lace tong. She chuckled at the sight and shakes her head. The man was persistent that's for sure.

She picked up the towels and toothbrush, opens the double door and gasped at the beauty of the room. It was all marbles and granites, the toilet stood alone in its own room. What got her attention the most though, was the huge freestanding acrylic gold vintage clawfoot bathtub overlooking a breathtaking view of Central Park. She was dying for a soak, God knows her muscles needed it but another twinge in her belly reminded her that food right now should be her priority. So she decided to take a quick shower instead saying goodbye to her straightened hair which she spent 2 hours to complete.

Thirty minutes later she emerged out of the shower feeling refreshed and awake again. She meant to have a quick shower, but it was impossible after the unexpected massage from the waterfall of the wall mounted thermostatic shower. Geez it made her shower at home feel like sprinkles.

With a hair wrapped in a towel, she slipped on the dress and was pleasantly surprised that it fitted her beautifully. It had a built in bra, which was good because she needed something to keep her girls in control. It hugged her curves perfectly, but the flare bottom was a little short. Perhaps if she was a bit shorter and not 5'11, it wouldn't feel like a slightly too long shirt that barely covered her ass. Or perhaps that's exactly what he was hoping for when he chose this dress for her.

In front of the six foot venetian glass mirror in her room, she frees her hair from the grasp of the towel and sighed heavily at the sight. She loved her natural hair, but it was a definite work out to deal with them.

She passed her fingers through her now slightly damp curls in a desperate attempt to tame them, but gave up. She was too hungry and quite frankly was starting to feel a little weak to deal with this right now. She will pay the consequences later when they've become three times more puffy than they were right now as they dried up. She actually couldn't wait to see how Henri would react once that happens.

She followed the delicious aroma coming out of the kitchen down the spiral stairs. Smelled like pasta...and bacon?

When she entered the kitchen, it was another beautiful room. A chef's dream actually. But her gaze was focus on the man currently cooking. It was her first time seeing him dressed casually with just a white t-shirt and grey sweats.

His back muscles dancing under the shirt. She had the sudden urge to rip it off of him so she could finally see, touch, bite and lick him up.

His chuckle got her out of her thoughts. He turns around with a glint of amusement in his eyes. If she didn't know any better, she'd thought he knew what she was thinking about a second ago.

"Well well... Look who is finally up."

"I'm sorry, my nap lasted a little longer than I thought."

"Nap?" he crosses his arms across his chest and she couldn't help but appreciate the man's big and long arms.

"What is the matter?" she asked confused.

"It is Tuesday evening Ms. Natalia." He exclaimed with an arch eyebrow and a smirk.

"SAY WHAT NOW?... Are you telling me I've slept for half a day yesterday and almost the whole day today!?"

He shook his head yes, now with a serious look adorned on his face.

He beckons her to sit on a high stool in front the kitchen island and placed a chicken Alfredo pasta plate in front of her.

" You must be starving. Eat, then we will talk about what happened."

"Um... I could swear I smelled bacon when I was coming down here."

He let out a hearty laugh that warmed her entire being and pulled a smile out of her.

"They are almost done beautiful, dig in" he says as he sat across from her with his own plate and drinks for the both of them.

He was relieved to hear her up and about. He was genuinely worried about her and started feeling extremely guilty.

Maybe he had hurt her during their session. Maybe he'd already pushed her too far. They will need to discuss it all. But for now he was enjoying watching her eat his food.

"You are great cook Henri, this is delicious!"

His chest puffed up in pride and his lion was pleased to have been the reason of her smile.

He couldn't stop looking at her and she no doubt felt his gaze on her. Her cheeks suddenly sported a cute shade of pink, she started fidgeting and patting her hair down.

He wanted to laugh a bit but he dared not, because whatever she was trying to accomplish with them it wasn't working. Her hair seemed to have gotten bigger... And he absolutely loved it.

Her wild long curls framed her face perfectly. Like a natural crown.

'My Queen'

The sudden possessive thought took him by surprise. He really needed to get a grip. This thing between them has an expiration date, which was fine by him and perfectly fine by her. Like she stated before, she didn't do relationships.

But it was hard too keep control when she looked so fucking delicious. The dress fitted her perfectly, and when he took stock at her bare never ending legs coming out of the barely there dress, he almost forgo the food to pounce on her and lick every inch of her legs.

"You look stunning Ms Natalia." he says to put her at ease.

"Thank you and also thanks for the dress... It's very pretty. A little short... But..."

"It's perfect"

She cleared her throat trying to shake off the effect his voice had on her.

"I probably should go get a few things at home tonight for my stay here."

He shook his head no, and she frowned at him ready to argue, but he cut her off before she could retort.

"When you go back upstairs check your closet, you've got everything you will need already. I had my assistant get a few things while you slept."

"Henri, you didn't have to do this I..."

"Ms. Natalia, I need you to understand this. While you are here with me, it is my duty and honor to take care, protect and provide for you. So please let's not worry about a few clothes.

And unfortunately... apparently we are in for a blizzard which has officially put a damper on my plans for you. But I guess it could also be fun being trapped here with you. " he added wiggling his eyebrows at her making her giggle a bit.

" Look at outside, it already started. "

She got up off the stool, and walked over to the windows and was shocked to see there was already a good amount of snow on the ground.

He came up behind her and buried his face into her hair. He has been dying to do this.

She got startled not having heard him coming up behind her. How can such a huge man be so stealthy?

He snaked an arm around her small waist pulling her closer to him, and took his time inhaling her scent. She fit against him so beautifully It calmed him and his cat immensely. Her being here with him, just felt right, and he couldn't understand why.

He didn't however miss how her body stiffened at his words earlier. When he'd mentioned that he'd take care of her she grimaced and looked like she was in pain. What exactly happened to her that would make her almost want to bolt out of here just because of those words.

Perhaps now would be the best time to discuss what happened yesterday.

He pushed her hair aside a bit and landed a few small kisses at the back of her neck sending little tidbit of electricity all over her body.

"Um...i... Should go wash the dishes. You've cooked, it's only fair I clean."

The only thing he'd want to see her clean, is his cock after he's done fuck her mouth and come all over her gorgeous and ample tits.

"I've got other things I will want to see you do around here Ms. Natalia, washing dishes ain't one of them."

He steps back a little and she immediately missed his warmth against her.

He took her by the hand, tugged and lead her to the dining room next to the kitchen. It had a beautiful chandelier lighting up a really long wooden table that could easily seat 20 people.

He sat on the first chair at the top of table and pulled her onto his lap.

She could feel his erection pressed against her ass, but he was obviously ignoring it because the face he had on right now meant business.

"We need to talk Ms. Natalia."

"Haven't we talked enough?"

"No" he answered sternly. "After what happened yesterday, I need to make sure you will be OK with everything else that will transpire between us."

"I am fine Henri...really."

"During our time together, I will never force you to do anything that you are not comfortable with, but I will be pushing your boundaries and comfort level, and it is important to know that you will be able to handle it...not just physically but psychologically.

This is a safe space Ms. Natalia... Let it go... your inhibitions, your fears. This isn't just about us fucking. Trust me I'd want nothing more than have you straddle me right now while I bury my cock deep into your drenched pussy. " He whispered in her ear making her shiver, all the while holding her tight against him with one arm while continuously stroking her arm back and forth lightly giving her the comfort and strength she needed to open up.

" And here I was thinking the moment we'd stepped foot in your place we'd just fuck like bunnies." She quipped trying to lighten up the mood.

"It's also about you discovering or rediscovering your sensuality and sexuality." He retorted in that husky velvety tone that makes her inside tremble with need.

She's felt more alive then she's ever felt before. Just the sound of his voice and his sweet masculine woodsy scent made her pussy moistened.

One of the main reasons she'd never allowed the other men she's fucked in the past to touch her, was because of how numb she felt. Their touch never elicited any responses from her body. No positive ones anyway. Only reminded her of those memories she's spent years trying to bury deep in her subconscious, only to leak out of her dreams every night.

Was she really ok like she has been telling herself?

He could sense the strength in her, but someone had hurt her so deeply, so precisely, it was still ruling over her.

He slipped his fingers up her neck and lost them inside her hair and began to give her a soft scalp massage. A slight moan left her parted lips and she relaxed even more in his arms with her back against his hard chest.

"Opening up is not a sign of weakness Ms. Natalia, it's just the first step to truly move on and accept who you truly are.

You are one the strongest person I've ever met, and although in the eyes of others you seem to be free, but we both know that's not the case, am I right?"

"Yes" she muttered softly. He'd almost missed it if it wasn't for his shifter's hearing abilities.

"Don't you think it's time to set yourself free ma belle? Whatever it is that's holding you back have been in control for far too long..."

She was still hesitant, but he could see her thinking it over.

"Did I mention you'd get a reward Ms. Natalia?" he asked while nibbling on her earlobe.

That got her attention, she arched her back and sat straight up to look at him in his eyes.

He seemed sincere. Could she trust him with her darkest secrets? Could she really let him in this way?

Sigh...

"Okay..."