Maybe that’s why all those people stripped to get one of his sculptures. His outrageousness appealed to them, allowing them freedom.
He stopped caressing her bottom. It seemed he did so reluctantly. Then he walked over to the door, closing and locking it with a loud…
Click!
She swallowed hard, anticipation making her jittery.
He drew the shades then turned to face her. “The only thing that’s necessary right now is to work out some details of our own.” He cocked his head. “Unless, of course, you changed your mind?”
“About promoting you, no.”
“And the other?”
She had been a nude artist’s model in her college days, but that was a long time ago. It helped put her through school. She never second-guessed doing it then, but now, faced with doing the same for Dallen, it felt entirely different.
Maybe because she wanted it so badly.
To be sculpted by his hands.
Her form etched in marble for all time.
“A week with me, Sloan. You’ll not regret a single second of it.” He walked toward her. “Come.” He held out his hand, his tone commanding, yet she sensed a strange gentleness in him.
The dominant tone in his voice made her thighs quiver but she was still unsure. No one led Sloan Benton anywhere unless she wanted it. Well, it was her choice to go with him.
She responded by placing her hand in his, allowing him to lead her toward the back of his studio.
She had been on her own for quite some time, had done all right so far. Maybe Miles was right.
She needed a good fuck.
She wondered if Dallen would give her what she really needed. She wanted a man to take charge in the bedroom and give her what she secretly desired most…
That white-hot tingly feeling on a certain part of her anatomy.
He stopped walking and faced her. “I want you to be sure.”
She raised a brow. “About modeling for you?”
“That, yes. And me.”
She didn’t reply. The tip of her tongue moistened her parched lips, her throat felt dry.
“If you’re not sure, then leave. I won’t hold it against you.” He reached out and ran a finger along her jaw, then dropped his hand. “But you’ll regret it always.” He paused then said, “And I would too.”
He was doing it again, keeping her off balance. He was doing nothing more than telling her how he felt, yet his words held power over her heart. But it would be her choice. She could turn around and walk away and never experience Dallen O’Neal.
“I want to stay,” she replied.
He nodded and led her up the stairs to his loft.
When she entered, she immediately felt at home in the big, open space.
Walls filled with windows lined the perimeter. She had an excellent view of the Manhattan skyline.
“Make yourself at home,” Dallen told her.
He continued on to a large kitchen where he poured two glasses of wine. She accepted hers, sipping its fruity coolness.
“I won’t entertain the idea that I’m not the first model you’re going to sculpt…and make love to.”
He gave her a wry grin. “No, you’re my first art promoter.”
“Very funny.”
He angled his head, studying her, his face serious. “Give yourself over to me for the next few days. Let me take care of you.”
She bristled. “No one has to take care of me.”
He raised a brow. “We all have needs, Sloan. What are yours?”
“I take pleasure in being alone.” She took another sip of her wine, gazing around his loft.
The space and comfort appealed to her. How long had it been since she just kicked back and relaxed? She eased onto one of the cushions of the large sectional couch, slipping the shoes from her feet. Wiggling her toes, she said, “I enjoy my life just the way it is.”
Liar!
“You know that old saying. ‘No man is an island’.”
She leaned her head back against the couch. “Well, how about you?” She swept her hand out in front of her. “You don’t have a companion.”
“I do.” He grinned. “You.”
“I meant a permanent relationship.”
“Is that what you want?” He took a seat next to her.
“Absolutely not.”
“Ah.” He held up a finger. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
“I’m independent. I prefer it that way.”
He raised one dark brow.
She placed her wineglass down on the low table in front of her. “I live by my own rules. Do things my way.”
“As an art promoter, yes. However, if you stay with me, you’ll have to play by my rules.”
She clenched her fist by her side, yet a tiny part of her was intrigued. “This isn’t a game.”
“Sure it is.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “Don’t you want to play with me?”
“I want to promote you. Help you.”
“Uh huh. And what do you get in return?”
“My commission. Twenty percent of whatever you sell.”
He whistled. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“That’s more than fair.”
He held up a hand. “I didn’t say it wasn’t. But you still haven’t answered my question. What do you get in return?”
“I give the world another new artist to enjoy.”
“I’m talking about in here.” He patted his chest. “What do you want me to do for you?”
I want your hand on my ass again… I want to know what your “rules” are.
Her face heated when she realized the direction of her carnal, submissive thoughts.
“What would Sloan Benton desire?”
She took her time answering. “I…I want you to… I want…to know what your ‘rules’ are.”
“Ah, Sloan. You are a delight.” He lifted his wineglass in tribute. “I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy ourselves over the next few days.”
“As long as I do what you say.” Her voice quivered, and so did her body.
His sharp eyes caught it. It only made her tremble more with anticipation.
“Domination. It can set you free.” His voice had a soothing quality, similar to the marble he used.
Smooth and seamless. As though it had no end or beginning.
“I’m not into being tied up and—”
“I’m not going to bind you to anything but me.”
He put down his wineglass and rose to his feet, offering his hand. She took it then watched while he moved to stand behind her. She felt his warm breath tickle the hairs on the back of her neck. He swept her long tresses aside and kissed her there, grazing her skin with his lips. She shut her eyes and savored the feeling.
She shivered with need, her skin prickling while her body filled with lust.
He raised her skirt and lowered the back of her hip-hugging panties. Cool air swirled around her ass.
“Dallen,” she whispered, leaning back against his warm palm.
“My rules will not erase your independent nature,” he whispered in her ear, nipping her lobe gently with his teeth. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“I can’t imagine an artist having rules. They kill your creativity.”
“On the contrary.” His voice washed over her. He patted her bare bottom. “They heighten it.”
“How?” She relaxed into him, leaning her head back against his broad shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. She could feel his erection, the tip of his stiff cock kissing the cleft between her ass. Cum seeped from between her legs, making her panties damp.
Dallen reached under her skirt. This time, his fingers stroked her pussy.
“My little art promoter is hot for me,” he whispered, his voice deep and low.
The tip of his index finger caressed the tiny nubbin of flesh hidden in the folds of skin between her thighs.
“Naughty girl,” he crooned in her ear while he continued to stroke her between her legs. “Do you want to hear my rules?”
“Yes, yes.”
“First, you’ll not wear any clothes while you’re with me the next seven days.”
“But—”
“Nothing. Not a stitch.”
“All right.” She sighed, squirming against his hand.
“You’ll eat by my hand, bathe by my hand, and you’ll only come by my hand, when and where I say.”
His sensual commands made Sloan feel as if she stood on the brink of a wide abyss of sexual pleasure. It felt as if she were looking down on herself, waiting for the moment when her body would let go and all tension would explode from within.
He whispered in her ear, “Your only job is to be still when I sculpt your luscious body.”
His fingers stroked her pussy, their slick feel sending her toppling over the edge. She came into his hand.
“Dallen,” she cried. “Dallen…”
His lips skimmed her jaw.
“You’re going to learn your first lesson.”
Her eyes opened. She gazed at Dallen’s face, drawn into serious lines.
“Wh-what lesson?”
“I told you that you would only come by my hand, when and where I say.”
She angled her head. “So?”
“You broke the rule.”
Her body trembled with eagerness. “What happens now?”
Dallen kissed her jaw. “You always get what you want, don’t you?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be the success I am today.” Her tone was clipped, her temper igniting, her patience wearing thin.
He gave her bottom a tap. That slight touch on her ass made her cunt throb again. Her body became hot, her nerves jittery. She ground her ass cheeks against his hand, but it didn’t give her the calm she sought.
“Patience, Sloan. It’s a virtue you’d do well to learn. When we’re alone together, it’s on my terms. You’ll find that what I command you to do will benefit us both.”
Her body melted into warm, liquid butter when he spoke that way.
“Take off your panties.”
She swallowed hard, doing as he bade, allowing them to pool around her feet in a heap of silk.
“Turn around.”
She slipped her feet out of her underwear then sucked in a breath. He didn’t do anything at first, just allowed her to stand there, her heart racing, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
What would he do? Her body shook with need, her curiosity aroused.
His hands skimmed her waist, steadying her.
“You were a good girl today, Sloan. You answered my inquiry and came to my studio.”
She shut her eyes, savoring the sound of his voice.
“But now you’ve been bad. Very bad.”
He raised the hem of her skirt, tucking it into the waistband.
Her face flamed, knowing that she stood there with her naked ass on view. The heat in her face traveled down her body, settling in her groin.
“Now you’ll find out what happens when you break my rules.”
She had dreamed of being punished by a strong, virile man. Wanted it for so long. It was the reason so many of her past relationships had failed. “Do you think you deserve a spanking, Sloan?”
Her pussy throbbed, her breasts felt heavy and full. He didn’t ask if she wanted a spanking, only if she thought she needed it. Was that his way of saying she could decide?
Her choice.
In that moment, she felt no shame for her wanton desire to be spanked. He wasn’t judging her, just allowing her a way out, if she wanted it.
“Y…yes,” she whispered.
“Say it louder.”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Do you understand why I’m going to spank you?”
“I…” She reached down, her fingers instinctively seeking her pussy.
She needed release.
He grasped her shoulders between his hands. “I’ll let you come. When I say it’s time.” He sat down on the couch and patted his thighs. “Place yourself across my legs.”
Humiliation mingled with intense desire, fueling her need to feel his hand on her bare ass.
She walked over to him and lay across his muscled thighs. They were as hard as the marble he used for his sculptures.
“Relax, Sloan.” He slid his hand up the backs of her legs, beginning at her calves, working his way up. “You’re going to enjoy this. It is all for your pleasure. I want you to trust me and know that I won’t hurt you, ever.”
Trust. It was such a fragile thing. Easily broken and hard to mend.
“Do you trust me?”
Uncertainty loomed before her.
He ran a hand over her bottom and slid his lips across her right butt cheek, then her left.
“Has anyone ever attempted to make you come this way?”
She ground her fist on the side of his leg, sliding her clit across the silky material of his pants. Her pussy throbbed, each beat bringing her closer to orgasm, anticipation and uncertainty making her want to come even more.
“Has any other man ever spanked you?”
“No,” she whispered.
He ran his finger down the cleft between her ass cheeks. She shivered pleasurably.
“No man has ever had this privilege?”
“No one, just you.”
“Good. I’m pleased.” His voice held soothing, deep tones. “I have you lying across my lap this way so that there’s no pressure against your belly. You’ll be more comfortable.”
Her mind spun. He spoke of comfort, when in the next instant he would strike her bare ass with his open palm.
“Your satisfaction will be my reward in this lesson.”
Dallen massaged her neck and shoulders. She shut her eyes, allowing the tension to seep from her body.
The first swat was light, followed by another. Each light spank was on the top part of each of her bottom cheeks.
She could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure growing inside her body.
“If it becomes too much for you, if you want me to slow down, just say ‘yellow’.”
“I…I will.”
“And if you need me to stop, just say ‘red’. You’re being such a good girl about this Sloan, taking your punishment in such a brave manner.”
She loved his deep voice. It made her body burn, the ache between her thighs more intense.
Swat! Swat!
His open palm connected with her ass, directly on the middle of each cheek.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
She caught her breath. The sting she felt on her naked flesh made her pussy vibrate.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
She ground her fist into her mouth, remembering his “rule” about coming. Sloan wanted to be his brave girl, wanted to live up to his expectation. She kept the fist in her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out her pleasure.
He stopped spanking her, massaging her neck and shoulders again. Sloan felt a pleasant heat in her bottom, enjoying the feel of his hands as they kneaded her tight muscles.
Dallen slid his hand down her back, rubbing her ass tenderly.
Tears sprung to her eyes.
What a mix of contrasts. The spanking didn’t bring water to her eyes, yet his gentle touch did.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
She sucked in a breath. This spanking came without warning.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
His hand remained in the middle of her ass. He spanked her nowhere but there.
Swat!
He stopped.
“More.”
His chuckle was deep, as if it came from the very depths of his chest. “Of course. My pleasure is your pleasure.”
Swat! Swat!
The intensity of the spanking increased. Gone were the gentle strokes of before.
Swat! Swat!
They came quickly, two at a time, his hand burning her bottom.
Swat! Swat!
Sloan arched her back then raised her ass high in the air.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
The burning sensation spread throughout her bottom, the flames licking their way to her pussy.
“I can’t, I…I… Dallen, I need to come, now.”
“Say please.”
“Please!”
“Do it,” he commanded.
His hand connected with her bottom, giving it one more slap.
Her entire body stiffened, then she felt the exquisite release.
Dallen lifted her from his lap, cradling her against his chest.
He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.
Then he lifted her in his arms and brought her into his bedroom, placing her gently on the wide bed in the center of the room. He stripped her clothing, being careful when he slid her skirt over her bottom. She lay on the bed, nude, watching him divest himself of his garments.
She gazed at his magnificent body, at his wide chest and muscled arms. She wondered if his toned arms came from using his chisel and mallet or if he worked out in a gym. Sloan ran a hand across his chest, enjoying the feel of the light dusting of silky dark hair.
She grasped his head between her hands, pulling him down to her mouth so she could plunder his with her lips and tongue. He tasted of wine and a flavor she could only describe as Dallen.
Earthy.
Raw.
Masculine.
She shivered from a combined feeling of lust and anticipation. He made her wonder what would come next.
He tore his mouth from hers then lowered his head to her breasts where he laved them with his tongue. She could feel his lips gently tugging on her nipples clear down to her pussy.
That delicious, sweet ache started again.
She heard the rustle of foil. Turning her head, she watched as he slid a condom over his erect cock. Then he slipped it inside her. He rocked his hips, settling himself deeper. She matched his strokes, enjoying the feel of his cock as it passed across her swollen clit.
When she came, she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his chest.
He came next, his cock surging inside her.
She let go of a breath then inhaled deeply, satisfaction washing over her.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed the setting sun. Night fell, and as it did, she experienced a bone-melting feeling of contentment that she’d never experienced with any other man.
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