Natalie's Room: Where Boyfriends Go to Obey
Meeting Natalie
Logan met Natalie at a party. He was attracted to her instantly, in her white sneakers and skimpy clothes. She was tiny, barely coming up to his chest. Her tanned skin was peaking through the gaps between her clothes, the skin of her flat stomach under her crop top, tight thighs, smooth calves. He watched her from a distance for a while, seeing her chat with her friends, her mouth turned upwards in a mischievous grin. She turned her doe-like eyes to a guy in the group who quickly went to bring them all drinks. She didn't even thank him, just waved him away, sending him away from them like a slave.
Logan didn't want to be creepy, but he found Natalie captivating, and his gaze kept wandering towards her, and he found himself drifting towards her as the night went on. He was close enough to hear her conversations, hear her laugh, her voice, the way she'd tease her friends--a mix of joking and cruel. Her voice was condescending, bitchy, and sexy. He could picture her speaking to him in bed, and could practically hear what she'd sound like moaning.
He spent half the night working up the courage to talk to her, not that Logan was usually a shy guy. But Natalie was exceptionally cute, and with a bit of alcohol in his veins, it was hard for Logan to focus on anything except how easy it would be to pick her up and have her wrap her legs around his waist. He didn't want to be an asshole or make a fool of himself. In the end, it was Natalie who approached him.
She was bratty, flirty, and confident, and when she asked for his number, it was more of a demand.
"Maybe I'll call you," she said, walking away without looking back. Logan was worried his mouth was hanging open. He could still feel the heat of her touch on his arm, still hear her laugh when she'd giggled at the answer to a question she'd asked him, an answer he hadn't meant to be funny.
Logan was still reeling from their interaction--and a bit of a hangover--the next day, when he got a text from Natalie. He was surprised to hear from her, if he was being honest, but glad of it. His cock throbbed as he pictured her in that short skirt she'd worn the day before, the way she'd tossed her hair over her shoulders, those pretty, full lips he was desperate to feel around his cock.
Take me to dinner, the text said. Logan wasn't a controlling guy, but he was used to being the one in a relationship to make at least some of the decisions. Natalie's confidence surprised and intrigued him. He liked how direct she was, how easy it seemed for her to ask for what she wanted. He texted her when and where, and met her at the restaurant in his nicest outfit. Natalie wore a golden dress that clung to her body, showing off her form, the curve of her small breasts, her abs. It boarded on inappropriate for the restaurant, but it was so hot, and no one complained about the glances that Natalie got as the two of them walked to their table. Logan tried to feel proud instead of jealous. Yes, they were all looking at her. But he was the one who was out to dinner with her.
The place was expensive, and, when the bill came, he paid it without flinching, though his nerves jangled, making him itch to check his bank balance. He forgot about it shortly, however, when Natalie asked him--told him, more accurately--to take her home.
Despite having scored a date with Natalie, he hadn't really expected to get to take her home, but he was glad he'd tidied up a little anyway as she walked through his house, eyes scanning everything judgmentally.
"It's not too fancy," he said, tugging on his collar. "But it's mine."
"Mm," Natalie said uninterestedly. "What do you have to drink?"
Logan opened a bottle of wine he'd been saving for a special promotion, even though Natalie barely sipped it, swirling it around her glass for a while while Logan tried desperately to keep the conversation interesting.
"I want ice cream," Natalie announced, cutting him off in the middle of a story. Logan blinked, shaking himself a little, then nodded. Ice cream it was. Logan paid for the Uber.
He saw Natalie a few times over the next couple of weeks. Each time, he brought her a gift. She smiled, looked at it, then shoved it back in whatever designer bag she'd pulled it from, pursing her lips.
"Cute," she said about a necklace that had cost Logan too much money. She let it fall into the bag, not even bothering to put it back into its box. "Let's go get dinner."
Despite the annoyance Logan felt when Natalie didn't appreciate his gifts, he realized he'd already fallen in love with the girl. He did his best to keep her happy, running errands for her, paying for every expense she casually mentioned having, spending all of his free time with her. Soon, they were official, and he couldn't have been happier or more under her spell.
The First Test
"I'm sharing this wishlist with you so you know the kinds of gifts I actually like," Natalie said, the implication that she didn't like many of his previous gifts being made clear. He snuck a peek at her username, Majesty Natalie. Plus, Logan had seen the bags sitting on her counter, unopened and unloved, collecting dust like a stack of dirty dishes or junk mail. He'd offered to clean up her house for her but she'd only scoffed and waved a hand at him. "You can pay a cleaner," she said. "But I don't want you touching my things." Currently, Natalie was slowly sucking noodles from a bowl into her mouth, her lips pressed outward, her gaze on the phone in her hands. He was enthralled with her, impressed that she could make even eating pasta sexy. He picked at the dumplings on his plate, scanning through the wish list she'd sent him.
So many things on it were close to the gifts he'd showered he with, but just a bit better, more expensive, in every case.
"Natalie," he said slowly, picking his words out carefully. "You know I lo--like you, a lot." He swallowed, and Natalie lifted a brow, raising her big eyes to meet his. "But I can't afford these."
"That's fine," Natalie said, shrugging. Logan felt relief flood through him.
"I guess I just thought this relationship meant as much to you as it does to me." She said it snappishly, but Logan was desperate to pick out a sad tone under her words.
"It means everything to me," Logan said quickly, already regretting bringing it up. He didn't want to anger her.
"I just don't get it," Natalie said, pouting. "I know you make a lot at your job. And you eat everyday, so I know you're not struggling... I don't know why I'm not worth it to you."
"You are," Logan quickly said. If some part of him pushed against the thought, wondered at why he was willing to spend so much of his savings on a girl he'd known barely a month, those thoughts were pushed out of his mind when Natalie's doe eyes met him, big and brown and pleading. He shook himself, lost in her eyes for a moment. "You're worth it," Logan said, a little choked. He felt out of control, hypnotized, almost. But that was what love was supposed to feel like, right? Natalie gave him a sad, small smile, and his heart clenched. Of course she was worth it. She was so pretty, a princess play-acting as a commoner with her ramen and athletic wear, a goddess visiting earth for only a moment. He needed to cherish her.
"Which item on here is your favorite?" He asked.
