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

by Suzy Shearer

  “Oh my, why didn’t you tell me about this?”

  “I wanted to surprise you,” Isabella confessed.

  “Oh shit, you certainly did.”

  Isabella wore a tiny lacy garter belt to hold up her lace-topped stockings. It matched her brassiere and had matched the panties now lying somewhere in the front garden.

  Gabriel knelt, leant forward, and bit down on the soft lips. Isabella gave a tiny groan. Getting to his feet, Gabriel rummaged in the cupboard where he kept all their kinky toys. Coming back, he knelt down again and ordered her to spread her legs apart. He clamped each lip of her labia and gave the chains dangling from each a little tug. Satisfied with her moan, he stood.

  “Time to get this beautiful dress off.”

  Turning her around, he unbuttoned the gown then let it slip to the floor. She stood there in her lacy bra, garter belt, stockings and shoes.

  “Don’t move,” he warned.

  He rushed from the room and Isabella wondered what he was planning. He returned with the cloak and flung it around her shoulders and pulled up the hood after first removing her brassiere.

  “I like this.”

  He clamped both nipples then attached a third to her clit.

  “Bend over the bed,” Gabriel ordered.

  Isabella walked carefully to the bed and bent forward. She felt Gabriel lift the back of the cloak and throw it up so her arse was exposed. The first five hits with his hand were softer but then he upped the ante to hit harder and harder with each hit which he knew she loved.

  “Tell me how much you love being hit.”

  “I love it.” She gasped, “I want more.”

  “Issie, are you comfortable? Should we stop?” His voice was filled with concern and Isabella felt so loved when in the middle of their play he came over all protective.

  “It’s fine, Gabe. You already know what we can and can’t do.”

  “Call ‘red’ if it gets too much.”

  She nodded and he kissed her roughly before setting her back in place. He gave her another six until her cheeks were stinging then she felt him bite each one. There was no way she could hold back her moans of pleasure.

  “I’m going to fuck this arse then I’ll fuck your mouth and your cunt. You’ll love that, won’t you?”

  “Oh god, yes,” she could only groan her reply.

  She heard him open a condom then felt him rub lubricant on her arse. Without hesitation he pushed his cock into her. He knew how she loved to feel the burning pain as her arsehole stretched to accommodate him rather than have him use his fingers to stretch her first. While he fucked her arse he used his hand to pull hard on the chain dangling from her clit. She shrieked as she came but Gabriel kept fucking her arse hard, all the while either tugging on the clit clamp chain or the other chains connected to her labia and nipples. She began to float in the pain. The room disappeared as the pain-pleasure took over.

  Gabriel flipped her over at one point and jammed his now uncovered cock into her mouth. She slurped and sucked it, her tongue rolling around it. She thought she could hear Gabriel groaning as he tried to hold off his orgasm. She sucked hard and deeper, taking his cock as far as she could. She felt him grab her head and hold it, pausing, his cock deep into her mouth, as he filled her throat with his cum.

  He must have fallen alongside her because she felt his arms come around her. She thought he was going to rest but instead he started literally yanking all her chains. Wriggling down the bed, he opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a vibrator. He pushed her legs apart and she felt his tongue begin to lick. He sucked on her clit but left the clamp in place then pushed the vibrator into her. Between his tongue, the clamp and the vibrator Isabella was lost.

  She came hard but it seemed Gabriel wasn’t at all satisfied. He kept up the punishment until she came a third time. By now he’d recovered enough to fuck her with his cock. She felt the vibrator come out but then he carefully pushed her legs up onto her stomach. Removing the clamps from her lips and clit, he roughly pushed the vibrator into her arse before sinking his cock deep inside her.

  “This cunt is so gorgeous and it’s all fucking mine. I’m going to fuck it every single day,” he growled roughly.

  Then he bit down on the swell of each breast as he tightened the clamps. Sobbing, she came again. Relentlessly he pounded into her and Isabella became adrift in a sea of pleasure and pain. She had no idea of what was happening. In fact the next thing she knew she was lying naked under the blankets held within the circle of Gabriel’s arms as he snored softly. She giggled to herself as she made herself more comfortable and nestled against her artist.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Early the next morning Adam drove them to the airport for their flight to Paris. They had booked into the Hotel Ares, which was only a ten minute drive or thirty minutes on the metro from the Louvre. It was also very close to Musée Rodin but most of their time they spent in the Louvre.

  Their first day in Paris was spent walking around. They admired the Eiffel Tower, walked through the Palais de Chaillot and spent the afternoon in the Musée d’Art Moderne. They found a small restaurant to have dinner in then strolled hand-in-hand through the Champ de Mars before returning to their room in the hotel.

  Isabella showered and while Gabriel had his, she changed into a sheer nude mesh lace nightgown with narrow straps and tie front bodice. The skirt fell to the ground like a cloud, it was so soft and light as a feather. Pulling on a stunning ivory lace robe with angel sleeves, she positioned herself near the window, the light silhouetting her. Gabriel came out naked, rubbing his hair with a towel but he dropped it to the ground when he saw her.

  “My god, Issie! Shit.”

  He was at her side in a split second and carefully turned her around before removing the lacy robe. She was gratified when she heard the swift intake of breath. He stepped back and looked her up and down. He shook his head.

  “Fuck, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m bloody lucky to have you as my wife.”

  To Isabella it seemed as if he couldn’t take his eyes off her. In this sheer gown she knew there was nothing hidden, it was obvious by his hardened cock that he appreciated it. He closed his eyes and took an enormous breath. When he opened them she saw the aggressive in-control man had arrived. He grabbed her, pulling her roughly against his body. His penis pressed hard against her.

  Since they discovered her pregnancy he’d toned down many of their games but he still managed to find ways to excite her. He refused to use anything on her except his hand, which didn’t worry Isabella because Gabriel could really pack a punch when he wanted.

  His lips smashed hard against hers. Isabella loved the way his beard scratched her face, it added even more to her excitement as his tongue found hers. She could kiss him all night long, it was so arousing, so sensual for her. It always felt like he gave her no chance, no choice but to accept the way he took her mouth. Often he would end the kiss by drawing her bottom lip between his teeth. The pressure on her lip acted like a direct line to her clit. When he finally released her mouth he rubbed his thumb across her lips.

  Then he held her face tight between his thumb and fingers, his other hand fisted in her hair. He claimed her mouth again. It always had the ability to make Isabella weak at the knees when he kissed her so aggressively. His tongue fucked her mouth and she found herself gasping for breath when he finally stopped. Cupping her face between his hands, he looked down at Isabella, searching her face.

  “How did I ever get so lucky to win you over? I love you so much, Issie.”

  Her heart turned over, she felt his love envelop her.

  “I love you, too, Gabe. I think I started falling that very first day I met you. No, that’s wrong. I know I did.”

  “Ah, my little wildcat. You were ready to tear my eyes out,” he recalled happily.

  She snuggled against him when he dropped his hands to envelop her.

  “You made me so angry but at the same time I was
so excited by you.”

  “Mm, so where was I?” he asked as she felt his arms tighten.

  He walked her backward to the bed then gently pushed her onto it. She sat in front of him. He held his cock at her mouth, one hand resting on the back of her head. Isabella lifted her eyes to his then slowly she licked the entire head and then pushed her tongue into the weeping eye, licking the pearly drop of pre-cum. She grasped the base of his shaft with one hand while her other hand massaged and tweaked those heavy balls. Thinking she’d tortured him enough, she opened her mouth and slid his cock slowly inside. The salty masculine taste of him delighted Isabella as she moved her head up and down his length. She could hear herself slurping, gulping as she ate his cock. Gabriel had closed his eyes, his lips parted and he was moaning in time to her thrusts.

  Isabella increased speed. She let out a little groan and felt Gabriel’s body tense so she sucked and hummed at the same time. Suddenly he grabbed her under the arms and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud “plop.” Pushing her down onto the bed, he gripped her legs roughly and spread them apart after raising the gown to her waist. His fingers dug into her thighs as he lowered his head to run his tongue up and down her slit after first biting each breast hard.

  She could feel his fingers pulling hard on her outer lips then he bit down hard on one. Pushing a finger deep inside while he rolled her clit between his teeth, his tongue teasing at it, Gabriel dipped another finger as Isabella felt her juices thickly coat his hand. He ran those fingers up and down between her arse and her clit until he had her sodden. With his thumb he pushed in and out of her arsehole while his other hand fucked her. His mouth was nibbling, biting, sucking on her clit as Isabella panted and screamed her way through an orgasm.

  His fingers felt as if they were touching each other through the narrow walls inside her. Finally he removed his hands and stood then without warning he rammed his cock deep inside her, sinking it to the hilt, his balls slammed against her legs. He pounded into her, one hand pulling and squeezing her nipple while the other dug into her hip.

  Isabella could feel another orgasm building so she caught the edge of it and followed it down as it began rolling across her pussy. She could feel it in her legs, her stomach. She shook her head, trying and hoping it would continue and never end.

  Gabriel pulled his cock almost out then thrust in deep and hard, filling her with his own climax. They collapsed together on the bed.

  “Oh my Issie, my dearest Issie. I’ll cherish you and love you for the rest of our lives.”

  * * * *

  The next morning Isabella woke to Gabriel covering her body in kisses. Once he knew she was fully awake he lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. He’d filled the tub with water and carefully put her into it.

  “Breakfast should be here in thirty minutes so get yourself ready, Mrs. Milford.”

  She grinned to herself, it seemed Gabriel quite liked the sound of calling her that. She washed and dressed, walking into the room just as the breakfast arrived.

  Gabriel had managed to wrangle a personal tour of the Louvre somehow. When their guide discovered who they were, both were given the VIP treatment. One of the curators of the gallery went out of his way to take them to lunch before spending an hour talking to them both, discussing their work which he had seen and was very complimentary. He told them the museum was holding the Tate exhibition in the New Year, in March, and asked if they would come over for the opening. Both were delighted to be asked. Gabriel knew the exhibition was going to travel around various countries over the next eighteen months but never expected to be asked to any of the overseas openings.

  That night in their hotel when Isabella was lying in Gabriel’s arms she said, “I felt like royalty today.”

  “I know what you mean. Did you see that group of people being shown around? Someone said we were famous and they all started taking pictures.”

  “Oh, I didn’t see that.”

  “I was tempted to go over and give them my autograph.”

  Isabella thumped him and he quickly spun her around until he was above her, knees either side of her body and her hands held tight by his above her head.

  “You know what happens to naughty girls. Mrs. Milford,” he threatened with a leer.

  “Ooh.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Gabriel and Isabella travelled to Paris in March for the opening of the Female exhibit. If they thought they’d been treated like royalty last visit to the Louvre, this time they were treated like gods. The museum did everything possible to make the day memorable and Isabella knew that she would never forget it. It was now well embedded in her mind. The French lavished extra attention on her as she waddled through the day. Between them and Gabriel Isabella felt like a piece of rare porcelain.

  She and Gabriel smiled sweetly for the many cameras, Gabriel discussed his work without growling, and Isabella refused several offers to pose once she’d had her baby but did manage to acquire a sculpting commission. All in all it was most definitely a resounding success.

  They returned home, both with commissions. Gabriel had accepted two very large ones and asked Isabella if she could pose for one of them.

  “In case you hadn’t noticed, Gabriel, I’m pregnant. I’m going to get bigger and bigger.”

  He’d kissed her rounded tummy and murmured against it, “Mummy’s being silly. Of course I know she’s pregnant but she’s so beautiful I want to share with the whole world.”

  Isabella had rubbed her hands in his hair as she agreed, “Who am I to say no to you?”

  All through her pregnancy Gabriel acted the doting father. He rubbed cream into her stretch marks every morning and night, if she had an urge for ice-cream in the middle of the night he would do a supermarket run. During her last trimester there were times when she felt like hitting him over the head. He’d gotten so obsessed with making sure she didn’t over-tax herself.

  Isabella had tried to work but found it uncomfortable sitting or even standing at her work table. Once Gabriel knew he tried to forbid her from working with the clay. Isabella thought to rebel but in her heart she knew he was right—it was just too damn awkward.

  It was only when she woke him to tell him her water had broken that he went to pieces. In the end she’d rung Adam to drive her and Gabriel to the hospital. Gabriel was in no fit state to do anything but stammer.

  With Gabriel by her side and the Milford-Coburn clans in the waiting room Isabella delivered a healthy baby girl. They named her Lillith Grace and she bore the scrutiny of forty-five or so new relations remarkably well, only protesting when Michael’s loud voice scared her.

  During the next twelve months Isabella worked on the bull statue as well as a few commission pieces. Lillith thrived under the watchful eye of her father and her many uncles and aunties. Her four grandparents seemed to spend more time with her than Gabriel and Isabella and Lillith had them wrapped completely around her finger. Although that was nothing to the way Gabriel was besotted by his lovely daughter.

  Finally Isabella finished the statue of the bull. Señor Vargas had come out to the studio to see the completed work, albeit in two pieces for transport. To say he was happy was an understatement. He had brought Antonia with him but she wasn’t needed as a translator—his joy was so obvious. Isabella was very touched when he presented her and Gabriel with a lovely white mantilla and peineta or comb for Lillith as well as a beautiful coloured fan. He also gave her a lovely doll dressed in a beautiful flamenco outfit, complete with tiny castanets.

  When he discovered that Gabriel had Miura cattle he had to see them. Esmeralda had given birth to a very healthy bull calf a month beforehand. For Señor Vargas it was the highlight of the visit and he had to take a “selfie” with the cattle in the background. Showing his appreciation, he then insisted that Gabriel and Isabella take a holiday in one of his villas. Rattling off a long speech to Antonia, he then beamed at them as she spoke.

  “My father has a villa on the coas
t in Cádiz and another near Córdoba. He would be honoured if you and your husband would stay there. Perhaps if you have no plans while in Spain,” Antonia translated.

  “Thank you so much, Señor. But alas, we have a booking in Barcelona for a few days after the statue is placed then we’re off to spend a week on the Canary Islands. Perhaps another time.”

  The Señor and Antonia had a rapid conversation then she said, “My father hopes you will come to stay later then. He is delighted with the work and says it was worth twice the amount.”

  Gabriel nodded and shook his hand. “We will be delighted to spend some time there. Perhaps sometime next year, if you permit.”

  “Please. Sí, yes, you come,” Señor Vargas said, following the conversation with the help of Antonia.

  Isabella added her agreement. “Yes, we will come, perhaps in April or May.”

  Señor Vargas did not want to leave without locking in a date so they worked out a time with the Señor that suited them all. At last he and Antonia left, very happy in the knowledge they would be coming to stay next May.

  The following month Isabella arranged for the pieces to be transported across now that the majority of the Vargas building was completed. The inside still needed fitting out but the actual building and plaza were finished. Isabella, Lillith, and Gabriel spent a few days in Madrid while the piece was mounted where Señor Vargas wanted it. They had enough time to see some of the local sites before the piece was finally put in place.

  Isabella oversaw the erection using local tradesmen and when she was satisfied everyone stood back and admired it. Isabella had to admit it did look amazing. Some of the local press had got wind of the statue and were on hand to take photographs. Señor Vargas insisted on ones with Isabella and him shaking hands in front of the work.

  They bid a farewell to Señor Vargas, promising to have dinner with him the next time he was in London. The next day the three of them flew to Barcelona for three days before heading to La Olivia in the Canary Islands where Gabriel had booked a week for them at Kati’s Villas to celebrate their first wedding anniversary.