August
When I broke the kiss, she teetered on her heels, her fingers kneading the thick cloth. “Mmmm…” The growl was almost inaudible, the overtones laced with my own sense of depravity. I took an exacting step backward, breaking our connection.
She let go, immediately tugging a stray strand of hair from her eyes, turning her attention once again toward the painting. “This is my space, all mine. It’s very personal, just like the paintings. No one has ever been here before.” Her words came one after the other.
“Hmmm…” I took my time mulling over her statement. “Then why did you allow me to come, Sasha?”
“Because you asked.”
The words hung in the air. She allowed another laugh, the husky sound filtering into my ears. After another sip of champagne, she eased the glass beside her paints, immediately selecting one of her brushes. There was no hesitation as she dipped the bristles into a dollop of red paint, her fingers working quickly as she splashed a spray of color in a diagonal line.
I watched her, quite fascinated with the way she worked, her fluid movements even more sensual than I could have imagined. Within seconds she was mesmerized with her own work, shifting from color to color, paying no attention to her guest.
My hunger increased, nothing more than a beast in a cage. After finishing my glass, I realized that my thirst had moved on to something else entirely-the need to sip her sweet nectar. She didn’t flinch or even turn in my direction when I tossed one of the drop cloths onto the floor just in front of the thinly paned windows. I took a glance out at the darkened night, reveling in the control I was about to usurp. The lovely woman had no idea I was the devil in disguise, waiting to claim my prize. My reflection told no lies.
I was in the mood for rapture. She would just begin to understand my power over her, body and soul.
Her concentration was magnificent, allowing me to move directly behind her. I said nothing as I brushed the tips of my fingers down the backs of her arms, marveling in the way her skin reacted.
Her hand quavered, stopping in mid-stroke. Even the sounds of her slight mewling, so soft and elegant in nature was enough to drive my cock to the point of blinding anguish.
I kissed the back of her neck, holding my lips in position before whispering, “What you haven’t realized yet is that you belong to me, Sasha.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do. Search your soul. I’m exactly what you’ve craved all those lonely nights, a man capable of providing not only discipline but one who can fulfill your greatest desires.” I eased the brush out of her hand, taking my time placing it on the table. She watched my every move, her shoulders moving up and down.
“No, I…” Her voice faltered.
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll go. For now.”
Sasha faltered, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. She had no idea what to expect, no sense of what I expected. Teaching her would be incredible. “I’m…”
“Yes?”
“How do you know?”
“Because we have a primal connection, one that refuses to be denied. I will shower you with pleasure as long as you follow my rules. It’s that simple.” Sliding first one strap then the other from her shoulder, I expected some form of pushback, her usual defiant behavior.
But there was none.
Except for the lovely way in which she covered her breasts, holding the dress in place. I ran my finger down her spine, lightly tracing her bones until I reached the slender zipper holding the sheath in place. “You’re beautiful, but you have no idea how enticing you are.” I tugged until I was able to slide my hand just inside, fingering her soft skin.
“I… Thank you.” A single and very slight moan escaped her voluptuous lips. With every ounce of her being, she was fighting our connection.
This was perfect.
She was perfect.
And much more than I could ever have imagined.
“But you lack discipline, as many women do. You deserve a firm hand.”
Sasha tipped her head, twisting her mouth as if ready to retort. She wrinkled her nose, blinking several times, the move allowing her dress to slip, exposing her breasts.
Her nipples hardened, the color like the finest rose wine.
“I’m my own woman,” she finally said. “I don’t need anything or anyone.”
Such defiance yet there was no conviction.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I dragged my fingernail along her tailbone to her hip, using just enough pressure she sucked in her breath.
“I’m never wrong,” she whispered, the words almost completely inaudible.
Keep fighting, my sweet Sasha.
I tapped her bottom twice, chuckling darkly. “Remove your hands, Sasha.” I was forced to smack harder until she obeyed me. The dress fell silently to the floor, pooling around her crimson painted toes. Inhaling, her scent was intoxicating, sending a rush of electricity into every muscle.
Her body swayed forward and backward, the once isolated goosebumps floating onto every inch of her delicious naked skin. My mouth watered, my hunger becoming insatiable. I pulled her away from the painting, intertwining my fingers in hers as I walked her toward the makeshift blanket.
Her hot breath cascaded across the window, forming a haze. While her body continued to quiver, the scent wafting from between her legs was ripe with desire. She was brimming with excitement.
Releasing her hands, I slowly moved the hair from her neck, allowing my finger to trail along the side of her neck. “All good things come to girls who obey. Something for you to keep in mind.”