Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  The minute we enter the building, I feel eyes on us. We’re the hottest couple in the place.

  Everyone wants to be us. No one can compare.

  I might sound a little too confident, but that’s because with the Grayson name come certain high standards. I’m here to represent the business my father built, as well as myself as a featured artist.

  “Champagne?” I ask, grabbing some drinks off a passing tray.

  “Oh, sure. I would love some,” Aurora says.

  Aurora ‘s eyes are all over the place. She’s watching the crowd. There are industry people everywhere—photographers, models, editors, and artists.

  “I forgot to mention that this was an erotic showing,” I say, sipping the bubbly fluid.

  “I can see that,” she says wryly.

  Everyone is watching us. Even the photographers take pictures. That’s when I realize that tonight will not be a secret.

  The press here will for sure release the photos by morning. My brothers will know I broke my promise.

  But I don’t care what they say about me stealing Aurora tonight. She’s fucking worth it.

  As the evening progresses, we have a wonderful time. Aurora is a born socialite. She’s taking the room by storm and making the rounds, talking to people. She thoughtfully examines the exhibit and makes interesting conversation with the artists about the work.

  It’s erotic yes, but it’s also upscale. I’ve been waiting months for the show and now it’s finally here. What’s more is that I have Aurora on my arm tonight.

  I never imagined I’d be here, showing my work, and feeling so fucking happy. She’s the light of my life right now—and she’s certainly the light of this room.

  I don’t take my eyes off of her for a second. I see men flirting with her, and a jealous rage burns through my veins.

  I walk to the crowd and decide to make my presence known. She better know that she’s with me tonight and that she will certainly never go home with another man. These guys are getting a little too friendly for my taste.

  “Hey Declan, how are you?” An industry person tries to stop me, but I’m on a mission to make it to Aurora’s side.

  “Fine, fine. Talk to you later, okay?”

  At last, I get to her, and my possessiveness is tamed just a bit.

  I place my hand on the small of her back and say, “Miss me?”

  Her relieved expression tells me that she has.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” she says.

  We walk around the space, and I show her a few paintings I’ve bid on tonight. The erotic pictures illustrate various states of a woman’s arousal. From pussy to tits, the artist captures her excitement. They’ll make an excellent addition to my office.

  I live for beauty—and sex. Some would think it’s smut. And it is.

  That’s why I want them. I find sex to be as normal as breathing.

  “What do you think about this one?” I ask.

  The photograph is a woman on her knees with a collar around her neck. You can’t see her face.

  I don’t tell Aurora that it’s mine. I took the picture months ago. Now all I can think about is doing this to Aurora while I bury my cock in her ass.

  I wait while Aurora takes it in. Her eyes are on the black-and-white photo.

  “Well, I like it, ” she says. “But it’s pretty intense.”

  I hold her body and whisper down her neck, “I’m intense, baby. You should know that by now.”

  “Don’t you see? The woman in this picture holds all the power. Maybe you don’t realize that yet, but one day you might,” I say.

  I already know this life is new for Aurora. The night we spent together gave me insight into what she’s capable of and what she has yet to learn.

  “So, would you ever pose like that for me?” I ask darkly.

  She smiles shyly, and I love the look on her face.

  “I would,” she whispers.

  “Good,” I pull her into my side and briefly kiss her.

  She feeds my ego, and her shyness and sensitivity feed my cock that’s now pressing and straining against my pants.

  As we walk through the showing, people are watching. A few ask Aurora if she likes a particular piece. A few go as far to ask why.

  That’s when I’m amused. She has the bullshit level of a car salesman. Aurora talks the art up to the potential buyers. I’m confident she’s the reason behind a few of the sales.

  She excuses herself for a minute to freshen up, and I swear all the men in the room watch her go. A couple of them approach me.

  “The woman, who is she?” one asks.

  “Is she one of your pets?” another adds.

  Shaking my head, I knew this was coming. Everyone wants a taste of something new.

  “She’s spoken for, guys. She’s not up for grabs tonight, or any other night. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I say, walking off.

  I know she’s on the minds of every male here, and she’s the envy of all the females. If Aurora only knew the power she held to sway people, she would conquer the world.

  She doesn’t have a fucking clue that she’s extraordinary, beautiful, and intelligent. She’s innocent and pure even still, and I find that endearing.

  I meet her by the powder room with a fresh drink. Right away, I notice the fresh gloss to her lips. I want to devour them.

  Her perfume is fresh, too. A subtle hint of jasmine...and rose.

  I want to kiss her, but that would make the front of the society pages. No need to alert my brothers to Aurora and me any more than I already have.

  Besides, after tonight, she’ll be all mine, and my brothers will have realized too late that I won her over.

  “I want to show you something,” I say, leading the way.

  In front of us is a particular set of photos that I’m anxious for her to see. All nude models grace the photos. They’re all stunning, but their faces glisten with cum…

  My cum.

  I took these.

  “What do you see when you look at these pictures?” I ask.

  Aurora moves closer, examining each one in the set of six. She doesn’t act shocked or even surprised.

  “Well, of course, I see the obvious erotica stuff. But there’s something more…the women are enjoying it. It’s like they can finally let go and become unbothered by anything but the pleasure of the moment. And the photographer is claiming his subject and this moment. He’s bearing witness to their sexual empowerment,” she says, leaning closer to examine the artist card.

  My name’s there on the card. Declan Grayson—erotic artist extraordinaire.

  “These are yours, Declan?” she asks, her cheeks flushing.

  I nod and say, “That’s exactly right. Do you still like them?”

  “Yes,” she says in barely more than a whisper.

  I love that I’ve taken her off guard and also that she’s given me her honest opinion on my photos. I live in a world surrounded by people-pleasers, and it’s refreshing to, for once, have an unfiltered opinion.

  I want to know her thoughts. Suddenly, I crave validation—which is so unlike me. I’ve never cared what anyone thought of me until now.

  For some reason, I care about her.

  And she makes me want to be a better man.

  Fuck. I think I’m getting in deep.

  Chapter 34

  Aurora

  Dark green eyes follow my every move.

  Wherever I go in the gallery, his eyes chase me. He’s possessive, and I find that I like to be under his gaze. I find that I like to be the object of his desire.

  Is that so wrong? I’ve suffered enough for the sake of my life, and now it’s time to have some fun.

  Even though I feel comfortable with Declan, there’s this wild sense of desire and sexual tension happening between us.

  It’s obvious to both of us. It’s unspoken and true.

  So, as I meander throughout the space trying to check out the black-and-white photographs, I know that he’
s with me even at a distance.

  What Declan failed to tell me was that this is an erotic art show. It’s not just any old gallery opening. All of the pictures feature beautiful women who are seductive and in full sexual bloom.

  I admire the photos and the women in them.

  I wish I were more like that. As it is, I’m a bit of a novice when it comes to sex. It’s something I wanted all my life, and now that I have it, it makes me quake with nervousness.

  Maybe it’s something about the Grayson brothers. They’re so hot and commanding that I feel apprehensive just being in their presence.

  There’s something edgy about Declan, too. He has an eye for art and design. He has a volatile nature, I can tell that already.

  He’s an accomplished artist—moody and intense.

  I find that I like to be the center of his attention, because he has an obvious eye for beauty. His life revolves around it, and I can see that’s true by the various models that prowl around the place.

  They’re gorgeous, like exceptionally so, but then I feel Declan’s eyes wander only for me.

  He wants me.

  Does that sound conceited?

  Well, you would feel the same way if you were the center of Declan’s focus. He’s really hot, and he’s really smart. That much is undeniable.

  I pretend to be interested in the photo I’m looking at. I pretend not to notice that he’s walking my way.

  “Like what you see?” he says.

  The sultry, deep tone of his voice makes my pussy tremble with want and desire.

  “I...I really like it. Who’s the artist?”

  “Me.”

  I turn to face him to see if he’s serious, and upon doing so, I can tell that he is.

  He’s always serious.

  “You mean you took all these photos?” I ask incredulously.

  If only I had known from the beginning that the lens I was looking through was his own view of the world...of women.

  “Sure did.”

  For a minute, I look around the room, and the shots of extremely hot models posing in all kinds of seductive positions, well, it makes me a little bit jealous. To think of these models being alone in a room with Declan makes me wish that it were me and not them.

  Of course, I say none of this.

  “Well, you have an eye for beauty. That’s for sure.”

  “You think so?” he says, putting his arm around my slim waist.

  I try to control the fluttering butterflies that erupt within my system when he touches me. I try to control the shakiness in my voice.

  “Yes, you’re very talented. I’d like to buy a piece if I could.”

  He looks at me with interest, and then he says, “Well, I can do you one better. How’d you like to model for me, Aurora?”

  I feel shy as I say, “You can’t be serious. I’m not a model, Declan. I wouldn’t know how to do it.”

  “You don’t have to know anything. You just have to be yourself. Trust me, I can help you with that.”

  My dreams are coming true. He’s asking me to be alone with him in the studio. And yet I don’t feel prepared for any of it.

  I feel alarmed by his request. I wouldn’t know how to writhe around on the floor and how to contort my body into sexy positions.

  I’ve barely been fucked. What is it now? Three times?

  Well, various times within three experiences. I digress...

  Before I can answer his request, a woman approaches us. I’ve seen her before, and I know that she’s the owner of the gallery. She’s been making her way around the room like she owns it.

  “Declan, darling,” she says, kissing both of his cheeks. “I think we’re gonna sell out tonight. Fabulous job.”

  “Thank you, Diana,” he says smoothly. “May I introduce you to my newest model? This is Aurora.”

  She holds out her hand for me to shake, and then she looks me up and down like I’m a piece of meat.

  “Aurora, darling, you’ll be perfect for his next show. What an honor to be chosen.”

  Declan interjects, “Actually, I think I’m going to save her photos for my private collection.”

  The gallery owner looks at each of us before understanding what’s about to transpire.

  “Well, we can talk about the details later,” she says, before moving around the room to greet more people.

  “Your own private collection?” I ask.

  “Yes. I can’t have anybody seeing your beautiful body except for me.”

  His eyes become dark. His voice is gruff and sexy. I know that he means what he says. He doesn’t want anybody else to see me like he does.

  There’s a sense of ownership emitting from him like he wants to be the only man in my life.

  I would like that, too. I try to push the thoughts of his two brothers out of my mind so that I can focus only on Declan. I try to picture being with just him.

  Three men are pulling me in different directions and I feel torn...literally. I reckon they’re fighting over me behind closed doors, if they even know about each other.

  They’re brothers that don’t talk. They’re brothers that hate each other.

  For now, there’s only Declan. None of them own me or have committed to anything, so neither should I.

  I have to just focus on him and the enticing things he saying to me.

  “I want to be your model, Declan. But I don’t know how. You’ll have to guide me.”

  “Then let me take you back to my studio tonight. I can show you how it’s done,” he says.

  The burning desire on his lips is red-hot, and it makes me wetter and wetter by the second.

  I manage to say, “Okay.”

  He takes my hand and starts to lead me through the crowd. I’m sure to grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiter’s trays. I gulp it back and hope it does something to tame my sizzling affection for him.

  Before we can leave the gallery, we’re approached by more people. Declan seems to know them all.

  “Declan, it’s wonderful to see you. And who’s this beautiful woman on your arm?” a guy says.

  “This, Kevin, is Aurora. She’s my new model and muse,” he says.

  Did he just say muse?

  The guy takes my hand and kisses it before saying, “Well, you must be special to be on Declan’s arm. He usually doesn’t take his dates out in public.”

  I feel myself blush, and I wonder about this man’s statement.

  Am I special? Does Declan set me apart from the rest?

  His eyes are blazing when he looks at me. I can tell he wants to get out of here immediately, and I know why.

  I finish my champagne and then let him lead me out of the room.

  His Mercedes is waiting, and once inside, things start to get hot and heavy between us.

  Chapter 35

  Declan

  The moment I open the studio door, I wonder how Aurora will look hanging on my wall.

  Will she be the masterpiece to finish my collection?

  Flipping on the switch to the studio lights, I hope that the earlier photo shoot was cleaned up, with nothing left lying around. I know sometimes they can get a little wild.

  “Come on into the studio. You can put your bag on the foyer table,” I say, walking through to turn on all the lights.

  Once on, the place is immaculate. My people know that I’m picky and that the fastest way to piss me off is to leave a mess.

  Aurora drops her bag on the table, looking at the pictures already handing on the wall.

  “You did all these? Some of these—well, all of them, are so good,” she says.

  Usually, I would agree with her, but being cocky isn’t needed right now. I already know I want this woman in my life. I don’t need to make her think I’m a complete asshole.

  “I want you,” I say, but by the outline in my pants, I’m sure she knows that already.

  My eyes can’t pull away from Aurora. The way that dress clings to her body, I know she doesn’t want me to,
either.

  Her nipples drove every man at the exhibit crazy tonight. I heard enough remarks from them to know she was a big hit.

  “Me? Oh, I can tell that you want me,” she says flirtatiously.

  I don’t hide my cock. Fuck that. Any woman I want knows that I have a huge cock.

  And Aurora certainly knows it. My hand rubs across my stiff package. My shaft is pulsating under my clothing.

  “Yeah, I remember you screaming over this,” I say, gripping the material tight.

  Aurora looks shocked. I can’t help but find that a turn on. When a woman seems appalled, I’m turned on. I can’t help but let the asshole side of me out to play.

  “Now, baby,” I say pulling her into my arms. “I want you to do something for me.”

  She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and says, “Anything.”

  I graze my teeth across her lips and say, “Anything? You mean that?”

  “Of course I do, Declan. I-I want you.”

  Fuck. The look in her eyes and the way she says those words is everything to me.

  “Okay then, baby. I want you to strip and let me photograph you.”

  “What?” she says, her eyes wide.

  “You said you’d do anything,” I remind her.

  I don’t wait for her to do as she’s told before grabbing my camera. Catching a woman in a spontaneous moment on film is how I get the best pictures.

  “All of it? You want me to remove everything?” Aurora asks.

  I nod. Aurora is not stupid; she knows I want to see every inch of her sweet body. I watch as she timidly begins to take off her clothes.

  She kicks off a heel. Starts slow. And before long, she’s standing naked before me in all pf her glory.

  She looks ethereal, like a fucking goddess.

  I take a couple pics, wanting to remember this moment forever.

  “Fuck, you’re a masterpiece,” I say, as my cock is harder than ever.

  I mean it. I’ve taken many women to bed, and many into my studio, but none have left a lasting impression on me like Aurora did. None have been here that I’ve ever wanted to have a second time with.

  I guess you could say I’ve been waiting for someone fucking perfect—inspirational, even—to take charge of my camera and my heart.