An Artist's Kiss [Dark Desires 4] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Suzy Shearer

  Walking into the warm studio, she hesitated. Gabriel had his back to her. Music played, this time the Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil.” He had a brush in one hand and as she watched he stuck it through the bun on his head then looked back to his canvas. She stood admiring the way his body moved as he looked up and down the painting. He rocked back on one bare foot and put his hands on his hips. She heard him sigh then watched as he turned and looked up. He stopped as if dumbfounded.

  “Issie! I didn’t expect you.”

  “You did say you wanted to work on the face.”

  He walked toward her smiling warmly, saying, “I did. I do.”

  That smile went straight to the pit of her stomach then continued southward. Her heart fluttered, her breathing increased.

  Isabella smiled. What she intended to do would take every ounce of courage she had but she was a brave woman. Now filled with resolve and determination, Isabella was taking back her life.

  Filled with a new-found bravado, she gave a fake sort of grin and said, “Well, let me put my things away then you can start.”

  As she turned he touched her arm, his touch electric.

  “Thank you, Isabella.”

  As she headed across the studio floor she glanced back. Gabriel watched her like a hawk watches a mouse and she felt her mouth go dry with excitement of what she was about to do. He turned back to the easel and she felt a little relieved to be away from that intense gaze. Dropping her bag in the change room, she quickly stripped off and pulled on her kimono. She stood for a few seconds. With her shaking hands clasped in front of her, Isabella closed her eyes and tried to centre herself. Then with a toss of her head and holding herself erect she left the room and walked over to the dais, a voice in her head giving her strength.

  I want to live. This is it! I can do anything I want! I’m not some sick twisted freak. I am a beautiful, sexy woman and I want Gabriel.

  Thankfully he had the heaters on full in the studio as she shucked off the robe and sank unsteadily onto the chaise but almost raced back into the change room when she realised it was “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye filling the room. Isabella knew she couldn’t stop herself shaking. Never in her life had she seduced a man and this wasn’t just some normal sex seduction. This would be the turning point of her life.

  As she watched, Gabriel pulled the brush from his hair and dipped it into turpentine to clean it. Absently he scrubbed it with a rag before jamming it into a large container holding his brushes then walked over to where he had a pile of sketches. He picked up a few sheets of cartridge paper and a lump of charcoal.

  He turned.

  The pages fell from his hand and he stared at her. She felt a blush fill her cheeks and amazingly just from his look alone her nipples began to peak. He actually gave a little shake of his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He walked slowly toward her, never taking his eyes from hers. Those deep blue eyes seemed even darker as he got closer until they appeared black.

  Despite her fear Isabella watched the effortless way he moved. He was like a predator, a large cat. It felt as if he stalked Isabella and her pulse zoomed, she found it hard to breathe. Her “fight or flight” reflex kicked in but she couldn’t move. She’d frozen as a wave of emotions swept over her—terror, excitement, worry, determination.

  He stopped a foot from her. Marvin had finished and now Enigma’s “Sadeness” filled the room. It was as if she could see everything so clearly. He had a tiny paint mark on his forehead. There was another on part of his tattoo. She breathed deep. She smelt turps, oils, linseed oil, her own perfume. She could feel the air swirling around the room, bringing the scents closer to her. He took a step.

  Isabella panted, breathing fast through her mouth as Gabriel reached out with one hand. With fingers almost as light as air, he touched her shoulder then traced down her arm to her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. Just this tender touch filled her with desire. She couldn’t help herself, her eyes closed and she groaned.

  Opening her eyes, she looked into Gabriel’s face. His pupils were dilated, his breath raspy. With his other hand he traced her lips, they opened at his touch.

  “Why are you naked?” His voice sounded as breathless as she felt.

  She gulped. Time to face the music.

  “I want…” Her eyes found his as she stuttered. “I…I want to feel…”

  Gabriel knew exactly what she tried to say.

  His whole being focused on her as he asked, “Are you sure, Issie?”

  She could only nod.

  “Think very carefully. I want this. I’ve told you that but I only want it if you really do too. This is about your wants, not mine.”

  She nodded again, her voice lost.

  “You want me to stop, I promise I will.” He crouched down, still holding her hand. “Tell me, Issie, tell me you want this. Be honest.” He insisted, “Is this for you?”

  “Yes. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

  Somehow she managed to get the sentence out without stammering but she knew she had to tell him this was for her.

  “Oh, Issie.”

  Those two words were filled with such passion, such longing. Isabella knew at that moment she would fall in love deeply with this man as easily as breathing although breathing seemed a much harder task at the moment.

  All at once he looked serious as he said, “This is important. If this gets too much just shout ‘red’ and I’ll stop. You have to believe me, Issie.” He stared deep into her eyes.

  “I will stop,” he said forcefully. “And I promise I will never do anything you don’t want. I will never force my desires on you.”

  Isabella nodded a third time. He cocked his head.

  “But be sure you’re using red for the right reasons. I will take you way out of your comfort zone but I promise you I will make sure it is wonderful. Only use it if you really and honestly want me to stop. Understand?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was a tiny whisper against Enigma’s decadent words.

  “Don’t use it if you feel uncomfortable but still excited. Only use it if you honestly and truly want me to stop. Okay?” He reinforced his statement by leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “O…okay,” she stammered.

  Gabriel walked swiftly to a cabinet and rummaged through the drawers. She saw him put something into a pocket of his jeans then he returned to her and pulled her upright. Once again he threw her over his shoulder but this time he strode into the room with the bed. Roughly he dropped her onto it and before she had a chance to change her mind, he’d tied one wrist. He moved around the bed and tied the other before doing the same to both ankles.

  This is it!

  She shouted in her mind with a surge of joy. Isabella bit her lips and closed her eyes.

  “Don’t close your eyes!” he ordered harshly.

  She opened them quickly and they widened as he pulled his shirt over his head. Although he was lean, he was athletic and Isabella could see the play of muscles as he threw the shirt behind him. His jeans were hung low on his hips and Isabella could see the “V” muscles that pointed down. He shook his head, his voice husky and gruff with emotion as he spoke.

  “I can’t take my eyes off you and you are not to shut your eyes again.”

  Isabella gulped as he ran his hand from her ankle upward. Keeping his hand on her leg, he walked to the side of the bed.

  “One last chance to change your mind. I don’t do nice, Isabella. I do rough and dirty.” He cocked his head. “But you really want that, don’t you?”

  She nodded, eyes wide as his hand travelled up the length of her body to her mouth. He forced his thumb between her lips. Of its own accord her mouth closed over it as he moved it back and forth until he pinched her bottom lip between the thumb and forefinger. It hurt a little but Isabella was amazed that it only made her more aroused.

  “I intend to make you mine, Isabella. No other man will ever be a
ble to satisfy you the way I intend to,” he spoke with confidence.

  Those words sounded arrogant but Isabella could hear that he believed every one. Those words shook her but whether it was from fear, cold or desire she had no idea. His hand roamed across her body. Wherever it touched, her skin felt on fire, it felt so sensitive. Isabella was sure if she looked she would see a burn line where his fingers stroked her. Her stomach lurched as that hand lightly caressed one breast.

  She gasped and tightened her muscles as he pinched one nipple. He pinched the other then twisted them both hard. Isabella couldn’t help herself, she groaned in ecstasy. Never in her life had she felt so aroused. It felt as if the pain was heightening her senses.

  She started wondering what he would do to her, how it would feel.

  “Stop thinking, Isabella! Just let it happen.”

  She caught her breath. He’d known what she was thinking!

  Gabriel sat alongside and dipped his head to take one nipple in his mouth. His warm mouth covered it, his hand cupped underneath, holding it tight against his mouth. She felt his tongue swirl around the nipple. Felt him suck hard to draw it deeper into his mouth then he bit down.

  She screamed.

  “That’s right, my Isabella, scream,” he said joyfully then bit it again.

  His other hand pulled, teasing at the other breast. Isabella’s breath came in short fast pants. As she watched he bit down hard on the soft swell of one breast. Her eyes closed but swiftly opened when he pinched a nipple extra hard.

  “I told you not to shut your eyes.”

  “I…I’m sorry,” she managed to gasp.

  He stood and walked to the foot of the bed then knelt on the end. She pulled against the ropes holding her legs apart as his hand ran up her sodden slit. As she watched he lifted his hand. It glistened with her juices then he licked his finger.

  “Mm, tasty.”

  Isabella squirmed as his head bent forward. Never in her life had a man licked her there. Isabella was frightened. What if she didn’t like it? What if it hurt? Panicking, she tried to pull away but the ropes held her fast.

  “You’re wasting your time. Those ropes will keep you exactly where I want you. I know I have to taste you now.”

  “No! Oh god, no. Purple, red, red!” frantically she shouted as she tugged again on the ropes.

  He immediately stood, looked at her puzzled then an expression of amazement came over his face.

  With amazing clarity he said, “No man has ever gone down on you.”

  Isabella felt a tear trickle down the side of her head and into her ear. She felt ashamed for some inexplicable reason. Gabriel was at her head in the blink of an eye. He slid an arm beneath her neck, holding her in comfort.

  “Issie, don’t cry, don’t feel bad. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I told you this is only what you want.”

  He brushed a tear tenderly from her cheek.

  “Do you honestly want me to stop? Think before you answer.”

  Did she? No, she didn’t. She wanted to know what it felt like, wanted to know what she’d missed all her life. If it never happened again at least she’d know. She shook her head, with a tiny voice whispered, “No.”

  “I promise you’ll love it. I’m actually happy. I get to give you the first taste.”

  He sounded delighted. She was sure she looked fearful but at the same time his words gave her an incredible buzz.

  He dropped a kiss on her brow and said with a cheeky grin, “I promise if you don’t come in a minute or two I’ll never do it again.”

  Isabella knew she looked scornful at his boast. She could almost count the amount of orgasms she had in her life on both hands and those had taken a lot of work. Gabriel kissed her cheek, then kissed his way down her body until he could kneel between her legs. She tensed as he lowered his head, his hands caressing the insides of both legs. She held her breath as she felt his tongue run the length of her slit.

  He seemed to be sticking his tongue as far as he could inside her and Isabella felt strange. He began to lick at the hood of her clitoris then suck at the bead. She couldn’t hold back her moans as he began sucking and pulling at it with his mouth and teeth. His lips seemed to be all over it as she felt him push a finger inside her. She couldn’t explain the feelings it was generating. She felt so excited, so turned on. All she knew was she didn’t want him to stop.

  Moaning loudly, Isabella couldn’t believe it as she felt an orgasm begin to build. It seemed to give Gabriel a signal because he began rubbing inside her and pressing. As her climax rushed over her, she felt him suck hard on her clit and push his fingers in even deeper.

  Unable to hold it back, she shouted as her whole groin area tensed and spasmed. She thought Gabriel would move away but he still licked and probed. Isabella could hear herself whimpering as he continued to lick her sensitive clit. Finally he raised his head and put a hand either side of her hips. He stared into her eyes as he began almost crawling up her body until his face hung above hers.

  Isabella’s eyes widened as he crushed his mouth against hers. She could taste herself—slightly salty maybe but almost tasteless. Gabriel forced his tongue between her lips and once again took control of her mouth. She felt surprised at how much it excited her. Then he crawled to one side and stood up.

  Isabella would have to be blind not to see the huge bulge in his jeans. He pulled out a condom from his pocket. That must have been what he got from the cabinet. He grinned when he saw her looking, winked then he slowly undid the top button then the zip. It shocked her to see he wore no undies and as he parted his jeans and let them drop, his cock burst free.

  “Oh.”

  “So you like this, do you, Issie?”

  He grabbed his dick and rubbed his hand up and down the shaft then stepped out of his jeans.

  Oh my god!

  It looked huge, thick, and long. Isabella panicked, wondering how on earth he would fit it inside her body. She suddenly realised she was licking her lips in anticipation.

  “Tell me. Tell me you want my cock.”

  “I…” She nodded.

  “No, say it,” he demanded. “Say you want my cock.”

  Stuttering, she said, “I…I want your cock.”

  “Tell me, my beautiful Issie, have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”

  She shook her head.

  “Mm. Have you ever been fucked in the arse?’

  She gulped and shook her head again. He untied one of her wrists and an ankle and rolled her onto her tummy before tying her arm again.

  “I want this luscious arse bright pink.”

  As he spoke he began rubbing and kneading her bottom. Isabella couldn’t help it. She lifted her buttocks slightly into his hand. Then she felt him smack one cheek. This was so different to the other time he did it, this time she was naked. He hit her bare flesh again.

  Oh god, she thought, amazed, it feels so good.

  He hit her again and this time he forced his fingers between her cheeks pushing his fingers down until he could rub her slit. Then he hit again and rubbed. She could feel how wet she was, it felt as if she was dripping onto the bed. Gabriel spread her juices along the crack of her arse. She lost count of how many times he hit her, all she knew it felt amazing.

  She kept saying to herself, please don’t stop.

  She felt him untie her other ankle and then manoeuvre her until she was on her knees with her legs apart, her head against the bed. He moved until his face was against her ear.

  That sexy voice of his murmured in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you, Issie. I’m going to fuck you until you come again then I intend to keep fucking you until I come.”

  She turned her head to look at him, shocked.

  “If you’re a good girl I might even let you come twice.”

  “Twice?” she gasped.

  “Mm, you have such a delicious cunt, I loved tasting it. Now I just know I’m going to love fucking it.”

  His d
irty words both shocked and excited her. She’d never had a man say such crude things to her during sex. She watched as he stood then smacked her arse again. He rolled the condom onto his swollen cock then pulled her around until he could position his dick at the entrance to her drenched pussy.

  Gabriel put a hand on his cock and guided it between her lips. There was no nice gentle rubbing, no easing in, instead he thrust in hard. She cried out as she felt herself stretch painfully to accommodate his size and then Isabella felt his balls bang against her. The pain had disappeared and in its place was a burning hunger. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back and forth in time to his hard thrusts.

  Instinctively Isabella began to move as well so Gabriel dropped one hand from her hips and instead began to rub her clit. He hammered her hard and rough. Isabella gasped with each thrust and she could hear Gabriel doing the same. She could hear their flesh slamming together, echoing around the room, could smell his masculine aroma and her softer sweeter one.

  His fingers pinched and rubbed her swollen sensitive clit. Stunned, Isabella felt another climax rock her. She bit down on the sheet covering the bed as he continued to push his cock deep inside her.

  He shouted, “That’s right, Issie. Come for me!”

  He continued pummelling into her and Isabella was almost overwhelmed by the feeling in her mind and her body. It felt surreal, she felt as if she were starting to float. Gabriel used his other hand and pulled hard on one nipple, using it to direct her movements. Between his fingers on her clit, the one pulling her nipple and his cock ramming in and out of her, Isabella had no chance.

  Her scream echoed around the room as her third orgasm shook her. Gabriel increased his thrusts. He pounded deeper and harder until she felt him grab her hips to pull her tight onto his cock. He shouted her name as she felt him fill the condom with his cum.