I think I'm going to join Arabella for a shower.

You step into the bedroom and lock the door behind you. You start taking off your clothes after setting your submachine gun at the doorway. On the floor, your clothes pile in a lonely pile since Arabella had nothing to take off.

Speaking about Arabella…

Through the sliding glass door of the shower, she was watching you—drenched head-to-toe with hot water. She smiled at you when your eyes met, blinked her eyes a few times, and then opened the door. “There’s room for you, master~.”

You gladly accept her offer and join her. Inside the shower, you find it a little less spacious with her with you. But the company approves of your body’s fatigue. She looked up at you and smiled even wider. Her hands glided over to you and started to feel you erotically. Your cock, balls, nipples and ass. “I hope I didn’t make you feel too jealous when I had you watch me pleasure someone else,” Arabella licks her lower lips, staring at you. “You know I’m your dirty girl, don’t you?”

As if to work the response she wants from you, she starts to play with your hardening penis. Her eyes keep switching between your eyes and to your member as she teases it to an erection. She bites on her lower lips and slowly looks back at you as she feels the first throb. When you don’t say anything, she continues. “You have my favorite cock ever. It fits perfectly in my mouth, my ass, and of course, my pussy,” her words stick to your ears as you feel her fingers tighten on your dick.

“How about you punish me for playing with someone else, master?” Arabella suggests and feels your cock twitch. She coos at you, staring at your cock as it flexes in her grip. “I need to be punished, I think… All these rewards have spoiled me. I am your property, aren’t I?”

You reach out and grab her breasts, pinching hard on her nipples, so suddenly she whimpers a pitched tone. She nods with a somewhat painful expression. You tell her that she is yours and that she has known better than to do what she did. You reach around and spank her, making her jolt slightly. The sound of the smack is loud in the shower.

You spank her a second time, and she gasps. “That bandit, boss,” she whimpers. “Kept wanting me to tell him that I was his. I lied and said I was, but I knew who my real master was.”

Arabella tries to soften the next spank with a seductive grin, but your hand spanks the same cheek it has been since joining her. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Teach me my place again. Stuff that cock into my holes and do exactly what you want.”

She fondles your cock and balls more frantically, trying to get you to cave in to her desires. “Master, please put me in my place. Show me how you punish unfaith-less companions.”