We parked in the lot next to a BMW and a vintage Alfa Romeo. We entered, Aly’s hand slipping into mine, and a beautiful blonde receptionist greeted us.
“Hey, Adeline. How’ve you been?”
“Taylor, it’s been too long.”
“Thanks. I just want to look around, if that’s okay.”
“Of course.” She smiled a brilliant smile and picked up the now ringing phone. “Beville Studio, how can I help you?” Adeline waved us past and we headed past. There was an exhibition of watercolors, done by a famous local artist, and I showed Aly the difference between those and the pieces in oils, and how you could tell the difference. I showed her several modern sculptures, and explained the styles they represented, including why the lighting was done in a certain way.
Finally, we made it out to the sculpture garden in the back, where I was explaining the style of the marble statue that dominated the center. I admit I was geeking out about it some, as it was a piece I found highly beautiful. “It actually belongs to Mr. Beville. It’s kind of the symbol of the studio; it’s even on their stationery. He said he couldn’t bear to part with it for any price, so he bought it from the artist.”
“And a pretty penny he paid for it, too.”
I jumped a little at the voice behind me, and turned to see Mr. Beville himself standing there.
“Miss Knox, wonderful to see you.”
I spluttered for a second. “You too. Um, Aly, this is Maximillian Beville. Mr. Beville, this is Aly Winterberg.” I swallowed and decided to go for it. “My girlfriend.”
Aly, who was holding onto my arm, beamed up at me for a second before extending a hand to the newcomer. “Nice to meet you, this is just beautiful.” She looked around, indicating the surrounding garden.
“Thank you, and what do you do, my dear?”
“Actually, I’m in my senior year at USC, studying architecture.”
“That’s very impressive, young lady. Almost as impressive as getting the rakish Taylor Knox into a relationship. I always thought she was married to her art. You will still be bringing pieces to the fair?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. She really is a very talented sculptor, Aly. She just needs something to take her from talented to transcendent. A muse, perhaps.” I could see the way the silver haired old fox was grinning.
“She is working on something new. Maybe I do inspire her. I try.”
My face was turning interesting shades of red, between Aly’s gaze of proud adoration and Mr. Beville’s knowing looks. “Something new, I look forward to seeing it.”
I fidgeted. “Um, it’s not even close to ready, really.”
“Well then, I look forward to when it is.” He gave a little bow to Aly, and then to me. “Miss Knox, Aly, a pleasure.” And he strode away.
“See, he thinks you’re talented. Just like I do.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “Wanna head home? Make some dinner?”
“You think I have real food in the house?”
Aly rolled her eyes at me. “Ok, grocery store first.”
We made it home with a packet of shrimp and some fettucini. I did have to go down and raid Vicky’s spice rack, but we ended up with a garlic shrimp concoction that smelled absolutely delicious. I couldn’t believe I was eating shrimp. And cooking with Aly was just fun. She had no idea what she was doing, but she was still bopping around the kitchen, singing, giving me little squeezes and kisses, always with that bright grin and those big, beautiful brown eyes. What was it about her? Everything she did just made me smile.
As we sat down to dinner, I remembered doing the same with Gillian. But even then, there had been something wrong. I doubt I could have told you what it was, but this was different, in all the right ways. Aly took a bite and closed her with a sigh. “Mmm, that’s really good.” She stabbed her fork at her plate. “What do you think?”
“That I love watching you do, well, anything, really.”
She shot me a wide, affected smile before pointing at my dinner. “Try it. I want to know what you think.”
I nodded and pierced a piece of shrimp with my fork, twirling some pasta around it as well. Aly was right, it was really good. I need to try some other seafood. After we went through our dinner and a couple glasses of the cheap bottle of wine we’d bought, Aly set her empty glass down. “Ready for dessert?”
“Did we get anything for dessert?”
“Not in particular.” My eyes were already widening at the sudden husk in her voice, but they went wide as saucers when she peeled off her blouse. She walked over to me and sat in my lap. “But we can think of something.”
“Are you sure? I heard you’re supposed to wait an hour after you eat. You know, cramps.”
Aly giggled. “Well, in that case, why don’t we take it easy, cuddle on the couch, until you decide you want me?” She gave me a brief peck and stood up, carrying dishes into the kitchen with a delicious sway in her ass. Soon enough I was sitting on the couch. I turned on some show, no idea what it was, we didn’t watch much. Aly went from sitting by my side, to on my lap, to reclining in my arms in the space of five minutes.
I was wrapped around her, holding her as close as I could, and she was completely relaxed, totally relying on me to hold her up as our lips moved together. The complete surrender in her was beyond intoxicating. She clung to me, totally trusting, perfectly innocent, and I felt the most powerful instinct to protect her, to treasure her, to care for her in every way. I loved her.
Just as I was realizing this she pulled away slightly, looking up at me through her lashes, making me melt a little inside.
“Do you think it’s been long enough? Is it time to take your baby to bed?” I stood and picked her up, which made her sigh and cuddle against me. I set her gently onto the mattress, releasing her bra, which she tossed on the floor. She turned to me, coyly biting a finger. “What are you going to do to me?”
I knew what I wanted. I wanted to lay her down, put on our new toy and fuck her till she didn’t have the energy to scream my name anymore. I wanted to drown myself in her nectar. I wanted to make her feel so good she’d never even consider being with anyone else ever again. I wanted to make her mine forever. Unfortunately I couldn’t bring myself to say any of those things. I was terrified of scaring her away, so I chickened out.
“What do you want, baby?”
Her face fell for the briefest of seconds, before that sexy innocent look was back for a second try. “I want My Lady to have her way with me. To have me any way she wants. How does she want me?”
I think my mouth was hanging open. My pussy was soaking wet as I watched Aly slowly gyrate on the bed. “Take your skirt off, baby, and lay back on the bed.” Aly immediately did what she was told, stretching out with only a pair of lacy blue panties between her and my comforter. I crawled up on the bed, towering over her as I unbuttoned my shirt, reveling in the wide-eyed look of adoration and lust radiating from my baby’s face. I was going to make her feel so good.
Once I was topless I bent down and took her mouth with mine, and I could feel her whimper at the force of my kiss. I pushed her arms over her head. “I’m going to enjoy this beautiful body. No interference, understood?”
“Yes, My Lady.” Aly’s voice was a delicious coo, sexy as hell, and I began to work my way down. I knew we were going to have to talk about this whole ‘my lady’ thing, and what exactly we were doing, and what we expected from each other, but for now I was just going to go with it. And I can’t describe what those two little words did to me. It made me want to puff my chest out in pride, and wrap my baby up and protect her forever. Mostly, I desperately wanted to be worthy of her adoration. Worthy of her love.
I began to kiss down her neck as she made soft sighs of happiness. “I love to touch your skin, baby. You’re so soft, you smell so good. I love to hear the noises you make.” I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, making her let go a long moan that made me ridiculously happy inside. Slowly, so slowly, I loved on her breasts. Eventually she forgot about keeping her hands over her head, and started running one through my hair while the other gently scratched my upper back, which felt amazing.
As much as I loved her bust, I wasn’t going to get the sounds I really wanted from them. I needed to make Aly so happy, so I started to kiss over the soft skin of her tummy. I moved down between her legs.
“Oh, are you wet for me, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” I ran my hand over the fabric above her folds, making her whimper. I gripped the material and pulled it off in one fluid motion before pushing a finger into her core before I slipped it into my mouth. So delicious. I settled onto my stomach, wrapping my arms around her thighs, my mouth inches away from her sex. She began to shudder as I breathed on her wetness, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I dipped my tongue into her and set to work, pulling out a long high pitched moan. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
I worked her slowly, pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could. In and out, in and out as she pushed herself against me, before circling round and round her entrance. When her moans and cries reached full pitch I licked up until I found her little clit, still sheathed in its hood. I delved there, stroking and caressing the little nub. Aly was desperately rubbing herself against my tongue.
“Come for me baby, I want you to come for me.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and I felt Aly begin to spasm and buck with each pulse of her orgasm, and I lapped up the nectar she produced. I moved up her body as she came down. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”
“That was wonderful.” She pulled me to her, our mouths meeting, and I reveled in the unbridled intensity of it. “What does My Lady want now?”
“Well, first you’re going to return the favor. I want to feel that lovely mouth on me.” I ran a finger over her lips before rising up onto my knees and straddling her. I couldn’t believe her eyes, they were locked in on my sex, naked desire shining from each. She wanted me.
I moved up the bed while she scooted down, licking her lips in anticipation. Her hands wrapped around my thighs and she moaned in pleasure as she buried her mouth in my sex. As the exquisite pleasure flowed through my body I couldn’t look away from her. Her eyes were closed, a look or serene contentment on her face as she serviced me. Who was this girl, and how did I get so damn lucky?
It was the last coherent thought I had before the pleasure started to take over, and I just let myself drown in it until I felt the world explode in joy. Aly was beaming up at me from between my legs, a look of devilish innocence on her face.
“Was that acceptable, My Lady?”
“That was perfect, baby. So perfect, I think I should give you a reward.”
“What reward, My Lady?”
I caressed the side of her face. “I was thinking I should put on our new toy, and take you, over and over again. Would you like that?”
I could see Aly shudder. “Oh, yes, My Lady. That sounds wonderful.” The tall black bag from the adult toy store was by the bed and I reached in and pulled out the new strap on. Luckily I’d had the foresight on the way home to take it out of the packaging, which would not have been sexy at that moment.