The Inheritance

by Kells, India

  Everything was becoming very real, very fast. From that moment, she had about half an hour.

  By now, Max had read her note. It was quite succinct. It asked him to shower and dress in what she had put on the bed; it was the same outfit he had on when he welcomed her in, which were trousers, white shirt and tight gray vest. Although she’d never had a fetish before, this became a big one.

  Fifteen minutes later, the floor squeaked, a clear indicator that Max was following the next instruction, which was to go to his playroom. She imagined his face when he opened the door. It had taken a lot of work to rearrange the space, to clear it so she could take center stage.

  High heels on, shoulders braced back, she looked at the mirror and didn’t recognize herself. It was a blend between a dominatrix and a supplicant. One last accessory to put on: a lace mask. This one was more for her than him. Somehow, despite having more of her body on display, it was her face she needed to cover, as if slipping into a different persona, one she had never tried before. A finishing touch.

  And there the bell rang. Her signal.

  As she approached the door, her heels announcing her arrival, music came from the other side. One of her favorite playlists. The very music that inspired her to paint.

  Opening the door, the room was like she had imagined. Max was already seated in the only chair following the clear command of obeying her instructions all times. She didn’t look in his direction, but she knew his attention was completely on her. Lani’s though, was all on the blank canvas under the spotlight, right in the middle of the room.

  Her heart in her throat, she didn’t let anything show. Instead, Lani shut him out and walked into the light.

  On a small table, she removed the cover and revealed the colors she had already mixed. She would probably need more along the way, but that wasn’t important. Sitting to her left, Max straightened in his chair as she took her first brush. Before dipping it in the paint, she let the soft bristles trace a path from her lips to her neck, down to her cleavage. She teased the top of her restricted breasts for his benefit and hers.

  Ready to begin, she let her mind fill with music and let an image appear, something she had imagined for Max. It wasn’t figurative. What she wanted for him was an emotion, an energy to be translated on the canvas. Lani wanted him to look at this artwork and feel what she felt for him.

  As she let the brush slide across the whiteness, Lani wondered what those emotions were. It wasn’t anything clear yet. Everything was too tainted by his pain, and especially her uncle. Not to mention that lust that came in like a storm between them, fast and undeniable.

  For the first time since she’d started to paint, she was doing it in front of an audience, and with a strong surge of emotions she had never had before.

  The more the colors and patterns transformed before her eyes, the more aroused she became. The tempest at her fingertips was also a mirror of herself it seemed. Unable to use the brush anymore, Lani threw it aside and started using her hands.

  Arousal made her core pulse. Torn between fire and pain, she needed help. It wasn’t what she had planned; it was better.

  “Max, come here. Stand behind me.”

  The man didn’t need more incentive to obey her. His erection was pushing against his trousers when he came to join her, however he waited for her next command.

  “I want you to start removing my stockings.”

  Max didn’t hesitate, but took full advantage of the task. He plastered his hard body behind hers and rubbed his cheek against her neck as his hands circled her hips. His fingers searched for the clasp and deftly opened it. Only then did he drop to his knees behind her, rolling the thin fabric as he caressed every inch of skin he could. When he circled her ankle with his fist, she understood the signal and lifted her foot. He removed and replaced her high heel, letting his fingers glide up her naked leg on his way up.

  He repeated the routine with her left leg, taking even more his time. Fighting against the distraction, Lani continued to construct her artwork.

  “Now, start unlacing my corset please.”

  She knew he was towering behind her, his body heat spiking now, and it took all her might not to lean back or accelerate the process. It would have been much faster to unhook the front, but Lani wasn’t looking for fast.

  The satin slid against her back, as she added movement to the canvas. Urgency was making its way to her fingertip as he opened the corset and let it fall. Then, he stood still.

  “What do you think of the painting?”

  He came even closer, but never touched her. “It’s intense. For me it looks like a storm over the ocean. Wild. Dangerous.”

  His words echoed her sentiments.

  Hands covered with paint, Lani leaned back, touching him for the first time, staining his shirt. “I think it’s missing something. Don’t you? Why don’t we make it perfect?”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  She felt his restlessness, but still Max looked at the painting. “It is perfect.”

  “Nothing is perfect. But we can come close to it.” Hands on both of her sides, she opened her legs wider. “Slide your hand between my legs, Max. Please.”

  Engulfing her in his embrace, his hands splayed on her stomach before one dipped into her bare pussy. Leaning her head back, Lani’s world was filled with music, the smell of paint and the body of the man pleasuring her. His free hand moved up and tweaked one nipple, and then the other.

  Her hips pursued Max’s exploring fingers, tilting forward as he glided between her slick folds. Soon, he started circling her entrance, before dipping a finger or two inside. The stretch was delightfully pleasurable as he pressed the palm of his hand against her clit. Lani ground herself shamefully against it, never getting enough, but knowing that it wasn’t the end goal.

  His mouth conjured sinful thoughts inside her mind, as he worshiped her neck and shoulders.

  Max’s agile fingers made her shiver way too soon, and Lani bit back a moan, forcing herself to speak. “Remove your hand.”

  Even when he did as she said, she couldn’t help but moan in disappointment. Fingers glistening with her arousal, he went to taste her, but she caught his wrist. Guiding him, she covered his hand as he touched the wet paint. It took some silent encouragement, but soon his fingers swirled by themselves, blending the colors together. As he did, she ran her hands over his shirt sleeves, marveling at his body while removing as much paint as she could. Only then did she leave him to the painting and snaked her arms behind herself, unfastening his belt, fumbling with the tails of his shirt as she pushed his pants down. When she slid her hand to cup his hardening sex, his entire body shuddered.

  She turned in his arms and started unbuttoning his vest and shirt. Max dipped his head as if to kiss her, but she evaded him. Instead, she placed her lips over his heart before trailing a wet path down his stomach. Lani delighted at how his breathing accelerated and his stomach quivered.

  When she hooked her hands in his waistband, she sensed him freeze in anticipation.

  “Are you still painting, Max?”

  The curse she heard above her made her bite back a smile. As he started moving again, she pulled his pants and boxers down. His bobbing cock made her mouth water, and Lani couldn’t help but take a quick lick. That second curse coming from him made her ravenous.

  Touching his legs from top to bottom, she helped him out of his pants. Her hands took a little detour toward his fine ass before she stood upright again.

  Max pulled her toward him, but again she shook her head. However, he wasn’t compliant this time, but she convinced him to sit back in the chair. Tearing the rest of his clothes from his body, he pulled Lani with him as he was seated.

  Apart from her high heels and mask, there was nothing between them, and Lani was glad.

  Straddling him, his cock touched her entrance, but once more, she diverted.

  Instead, she started to let him slide up and down, coating him with her fluids. His hands at first travel
ed up and down her thighs, but soon he gripped her hips like a vice. Streaks of blue, green and gray colored their skin, and she didn’t care. Both breathing hard, Lani scratched her fingers on his beard, drawing his eyes from her chest, and with one hand, she let herself fall on his cock.

  It wasn’t an easy entrance despite being as wet and aroused as she was. That man was thick and hard as steel, and her legs strained to keep her upright. Max grabbed her bottom to help her, and when she finally took him fully inside her, it was mind-blowing.

  Neither of them moved for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, until she lifted her head and kissed him.

  What she wanted to be soft and sensual turned incendiary. His lips and tongue took possession of her, with a contained violence that fueled her own need. She knew how he could mark her, and she couldn’t resist marking him too with more than paint.

  Her nails raked up his back, eliciting a gasp from him. It was as if she had unleashed the beast. The dominance in him resurfaced and took over as she’d expected.

  Her world shifted when Max stood up, his hands firmly holding her buttocks. Distracted when her back hit the cool wall, the position pushed his cock even deeper.

  Hooking his arms under her knees, Lani cried out as the tip of his penis bumped her cervix, before retreating with a long rasp over her g-spot. Combined with his thrusts, increasing in force and speed, and directly hitting her unprotected clit, Lani’s body fell into orgasm before she realized it.

  Spasming, lost in her own world, she felt like she was falling until she noticed it was Max moving them. Gently laying her on the floor, he dipped, taking a quick nibble between her legs before lifting her knees and plunging into her fast and deep.

  So quick after her orgasm, her walls tightened around him. His renewed attack, his unforgiving thrusts made her body surrender again. The pleasure she thought lost gripped her and she spun out of control. This time, the intensity made her scream, her voice reverberating inside the room.

  Caught in the wave, her eyelids heavy with rapture, Lani’s attention caught on Max, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction and power, she would have smiled too if she hadn’t noticed the predatory gleam in his. Before she could beg, either for him to stop or to continue, he withdrew and rolled her onto her stomach.

  Fuzzy with endorphins, Lani offered him a smile. “Do you plan to try all the positions in one go?”

  Her cheek against the floor, Max lifted her bottom and impaled her once more. Her oversensitized tissues gripped him even if it would take more time for his masterful cock to make her see stars again.

  “Are you complaining, Miss Mackay?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Do you wish to stop?” And he punctuated his question with a masterful twist of his hips, robbing her of any possible reply except for a deep moan. “Good answer, pet.”

  Lani thought he would resume his animalistic fucking, but instead, he chose a leisurely, more thorough motion.

  Keeping a hand firmly on her back so she didn’t move, Max as usual, took full control of the position. She doubted he would ever be otherwise.

  Thought started to dim once more, as Lani’s attention went to the caressing hand over her back and ass.

  Widening her stance, Lani knew she needed that extra push to explode again and her fingers got busy between her legs.

  It didn’t please Max at all who slapped her ass twice and then twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her back. “I say when you cum, do you hear me, pet?”

  Lani knew this voice, all ice and steel, but there wasn’t anger in it like before. This voice was a thrill in her ear, making her hot and needy, and more than willing to do some role-playing.

  “Yes, Master.” Max pulled her backward until her back was against his torso, his mouth breathing hard as his hips bumped against her. He wasn’t going as deep, but that wasn’t the point when he took her arms and placed them behind his head. He wanted her willingly helpless, with unhindered access to her body.

  As soon as he was satisfied with her compliance, his hands made his way back down. His fingers were ticklish as he went down the underside of her arms. Circling for a brief instant around her armpits, making her squirm, and then doing the same around her breasts. The touch was way too light, and she realized she needed it harder, rougher. He made her yearn for possession. Ignoring the signs of her body, his fingers fluttered against her ribs and Lani almost let go of his neck.

  “No more. Stop that.”

  “Are you disobeying me so soon? Or are you so thirsty for punishment?”

  “I… I don’t like being tickled.”

  Max hummed, as if she had revealed something critical. “There are so many avenues to explore and so little time. Tell me your darkest fantasy, what makes you want to touch yourself, what you won’t even admit to yourself.”

  Even if she was battling it with every inch of logic she had, Max was weaving a dark spell over her. Turning her in an animal craving sex like she never thought possible. And not only sex, fucking her like only he knew how to give her the twisted, kinky, wicked, slightly painful and mind-blowing pleasure she’d never suspected existed.

  “Tell me, Lani. What is haunting your dreams?”

  His hand cupped her sex, and it was like her inhibitions went out the door as soon as he made her body surge again.

  “You…” In between gasps of air, she tried to find the right words. “Your mind, your imagination. I want to be dirty for you, cum under your hands.” Two fingers started massaging each side of her clit without touching it. The push and pull were making her climb again.

  “Ah, such sweet words. Never truer words. Because at this moment, you are mine, all of you. Your darkness and your light, the artist and the slut. Sometimes, I want my pet quivering under my touch, not knowing if I will give her pleasure or pain. Other moments, I want slow and thorough, so she can open her soul like a flower, offering her pleasure because she can’t deny me. And I can never deny her. At this moment, I want pleasure. With you.”

  In an instant, everything shifted. Lani should have been terrified by it, but she knew it was only for that precise moment. With a gentleness she’d never seen in him, Max pulled out of her sheath and took her in his arms like a bride. Leaving behind toys and implements, he went to his room and lowered her to his bed. Then, with cautious fingers, he removed her mask.

  “Right now, there is no master and slave, no artist and businessman. It’s only you and me. Do you understand?”

  The kiss they exchanged was the most intense one she’d ever experienced, because there was nothing between them anymore. The veil of guilt had been lifted in his blue eyes, and his shield was down.

  Lani had been acquainted with a tsunami of lust when she was with Max, but nothing had prepared her for the surge of emotions she felt for him. It was too dangerous, too quick and definitely not part of her plan. Pushing everything aside, Lani focused on the present, opening her arms and her legs for him.

  The intensity remained even if the violence and domination stayed at the door. The sudden realization that lovemaking could turn her into a puddle of need and hunger like their dominant fucking did was even more surprising.

  Max looked deep into her eyes when he pushed himself inside her. This time, accustomed to his girth, she could enjoy every inch of him. Both slick with sweat, Lani pulled her knees up and apart, so his pubic bone could crush her clit in the most perfect angle.

  On the fast track to pleasure, Lani licked her lips before pulling his head to hers. His mouth made her think that heaven existed, and this was a fallen angel. Exploring every bunching muscle of his back before digging her nails in his firm buttocks, Max’s thrusts increased in intensity. His erratic breathing mingled with hers until she knew all was lost and her orgasm was triggered by the howl of pleasurable agony coming from him as he spilled deep inside her.

  His body came over her, his weight and slick skin deliciously perfect against her. His ragged breath by her ear, Lani cradled his head, runni
ng her fingers in a soothing caress from his scalp down his spine and up again.

  Trying to decide if he was falling asleep, his body tensed again, rolling them both so she lay against him in the crook of his arm, pulling the messed-up blanket around them.

  Soothed by the warm of his body and the slowing beating of his heart, Lani knew none of this was meant to be, but she allowed herself to soak in his scent, strength, and energy. His hold on her was still strong but lessening as he fell into peaceful slumber. Her goal had been achieved, although it wasn’t the same as when she’d first arrived. However, this was worthier, and brought her more joy, even if it was mixed with sorrow. Now, it was time for her to leave and for Max to find his own way.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Six months later

  Lani Mackay took a glass of champagne as a waiter made another pass around the room. Her throat was scratchy from speaking to so many people during the last three hours. And she didn’t even want to think about the high-heeled boots that were killing her feet. Still, she smiled as a couple came to say a few words to her.

  Complaining was too easy, but to be honest, it was her dream come true. Her very first art show. Not only that, but it was a resounding success. All her paintings had been sold, half of them before the opening, all due to a couple of amazing articles on specialized artist sites, papers, and magazines.

  It seemed that Lani Mackay’s career had now launched like a rocket, her world turned upside down since she’d come back from the mountains.

  There wasn’t one day that she didn’t think of Max Langdon. Despite the time and distance between them, she could still remember his taste on her lips, the way he touched her body, how his glinting blue eyes looked at her. Every single second with him was burned in her memory, especially that last image of him, lying peacefully in his bed, deep in sleep, as she was leaving, when all she wanted was to stay.

  Back then, she had dressed and grabbed her few belongings and car keys, but she wanted to leave a small note. Taking one of the discarded envelopes on the counter, Lani realized that there was one that hadn’t been opened.