by Anna Collins
I felt his hands on the strap of the dress and then I heard the snip.
“I’m afraid to look. If you wanted me to stay, then you have succeeded. I’m trembling from the inside out and there’s nothing that I can do about it. You scare me, Devlin and I think that you do that on purpose to get a reaction,” I said as my body trembled with fear.
I heard the snip of the other strap and then my shoulders were bare and unspoiled by anything, but the natural beauty of my own body.
“I’ve just cut the two straps on your dress and the only thing that is keeping it up is the natural gravity of your breasts. One wrong move and you’ll become exposed. It’s that fear that I’m working with. Your emotions have these colors that stick into my brain, until I throw them on the canvas for every body to see.”
I could feel something touching my skin and moving down like that of a paintbrush. It was wet and I couldn’t be sure if he was using one of his brushes or mimicking that same motion with his tongue.
“I…don’t know how much more I can… OUCH,” I said as the pain radiated like a hot knife.
His teeth were gripping my nipple through the fabric of that dress. It had made me well aware how easily he could take me. I was his prisoner and it didn’t matter how much he dressed it up.
He was growling like some kind of animal and I was tempted to look, but I had been told in no uncertain terms that that was not how this worked.
His footsteps receded back to the canvas and he began to mumble something underneath his breath in Italian. It was a beautiful language, but not one that I understood a single word. He was this charismatic free spirit that had no limitations. I was exactly the opposite. I think that was the primary reason why he had chosen me.
“You can open your eyes.” He said with the tone of some that was used to getting what he wanted.
I was afraid to do that, but I felt almost compelled to see what he was up to. My eyelids fluttered open and I looked over at where he was standing and he seemed to be lost in his own little world. His hand was moving in a blur and I looked down to see that he had painted the color of the ocean down in between my breasts.
The paint was actually still dripping and moving down into the dress. It left behind a noticeable stain on the outside.
His mouth on one of my nipples had made it quite erect. I could see through the sheer material. This was not the kind of dress that you would find somebody wearing out and about on the town. This was more risqué and provocative and something that was meant to give the boys ideas.
“That is exactly the look that I’ve been looking for. The way that you look at everything with the wonder of a child just opening up its eyes is amazing. It makes me anxious to strip away any of those taboo thoughts that are running around in your head. You’ve probably tried to convince yourself that last night didn’t happen, but I can assure you that it did. You could have told me at any time to stop, but you showed me that you were not, as stuck up on yourself, as I once thought.”
“Am I going to be able to see this masterpiece, or do I have to wait until you finish?” I asked with curiosity.
He was back again immersing himself into the canvas like he was part of the landscape.
“I can see in your eyes, Lucy that you’re experiencing a different world. This is where I’m the most comfortable, but there are times that I want to wallow in my own self-pity. Call it the temperament of an artist, or maybe I was just born differently than others. I don’t really know and I don’t dwell on something that I can’t control.”
I was getting this new insight into the man. That allowed me to stop thinking about this, as a punishment.
He was giving me the gift to learn about myself and maybe that was a bit scary. It was necessary to go through that change to find the real woman underneath.
“Close your eyes.” I once again did as requested.
His footsteps came closer, until he was once again standing in front of me. I felt his hands roaming freely over my body, making me a little jumpy in my own skin. His hands sensuously caressed all of my curves. It was such a caring moment, but was ruined by the shocking twist of his hands grabbing my dress and pulling it down. I was standing there with nothing on with the cool breeze from the open window tickling my skin.
I swallowed hard, not quite believing that he had found it necessary to make me feel like I was on display. The excitement of seeing him naked and in his element had turned my nipples into something that could probably cut glass. My pussy was already showing that same excitement with the dew like presence of my secretions sticking to my lips.
That same slapping motion hit my skin and I could feel that same dribbling sensation of paint moving down over my body. He laughed maniacally and made me very well aware that I was exposed to his hungry and eager eyes.
“Open your eyes…open your fucking eyes,” He said it with a higher register to get my attention quickly.
I was out of my mind, but not more so than he was. I opened my eyes to see the paint flying everywhere.
He was alone in that same world that was occupied by his artistic creativity. I felt like he was abusing me, but his exhilaration for his work was infectious. I suddenly found myself laughing, despite the fact that he was using me, as a canvas of a different sort.
“I never imagined that it would be like this.” I was giggling through the words that I was speaking. It felt like I was free to do anything I wanted. “I hope that you’re not going to leave me like this. I can’t promise what I will do if I am left to my own devices. I’m sure that you don’t want me to find satisfaction without you.”
This time I was the one that was calling the shots.
I felt the slap to my nipples and that stinging sensation had made me almost lose my balance.
“I think that I can take care of that for you. I do enjoy seeing you stretch yourself mind, body, and soul. I didn’t even get a chance to show you those yoga poses. There’s always tomorrow. This may change, but for right now I have no desire to see you leave, Lucy.”
He left me with my own intense desire. It was hard to stand there completely still, as he moved me into various positions, including having me on my hands and knees with my ass arched into the air and my head pushed down on the wood of the pedestal. He was definitely showing what it was like to have an intense eye for detail. He moved like a man that was possessed by something that had grabbed him and wouldn’t let go.
Chapter 10
There was no clock and the only way that I knew that we were coming to the end was the way that he was slowing down the rhythm of his brush strokes. He stepped back with a sigh of resignation, before stumbling over to me while dropping his brush onto the floor. He didn’t even care that he was leaving a telltale mark on the stained wood.
He fell down onto his knees holding onto my thighs and making me very aware that I was this close to coming apart at the seams.
“I thank you for today, but we have only just begun. It has been an eye-opening experience to see you emerge slowly into the creature that you are destined to be.”
His tongue snapped forward like that of a serpent. It made me gasp with a need that surprised me. This was unexpected. I thought during the last couple of hours that he was going to leave me wanting.
“I hope that you don’t…expect me to stay standing all this time,” I said as my legs shook with the effort.
His eyes lifted from what he was doing and I could tell that was exactly what he was expecting.
“There’s no way that I can do that, unless you have some way of making sure that I don’t fall on my face,” I said hoping that he would take pity on me.
He grabbed for a nearby a wooden stool and placed that behind me. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having to use it. I endeavored to live up to being the dutiful subject that he had chosen.
That brief flick of his tongue was now replaced with his fingernails scratching down the inside of my thighs. He was all about expressing himself and app
arently that came in the form of sex. He was capturing that moment and I had to wonder what I would look like after he was done with me.
“You are a very beautiful woman, but you really don’t know that. You think that you project a quiet sexuality, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You have this certain something inside that has never been revealed to the public. On canvas, I will capture the real Lucy Willis. What we have already done is a way to give you license to be whoever you want to be. To feel however you want to feel. This is my present to you, but that present comes with conditions. Your undying loyalty to me, as a subject is one. The other is to allow me to take you into my hands and mold you into that woman that I speak of.”
His breath was hot against my skin.
“You’re doing that on purpose. Teasing is good, but there has to be a payoff, or it’s not worth it.”
I believed that we were of like mind and that sooner or later he was going to give in to that desire to taste me. He had left me wanting and there was a moment that I wanted to grab him by his head and force him into submission.
“You were meant to fly, Lucy, but you allow others to clip your wings and keep you grounded. I want to see on your face the look of pure bliss the sends you into the clouds of lust.” He held me close.
He ravenously moved his tongue around my clit, before inserting it into the hotness of my sweet box.
“Oh my god…I still can’t believe that you can do that.” My voice had become raspy.
He certainly knew how to excite my body and my mind like they were linked into one organism. His cock had become this ramrod stiffness. The drool of hot cum down the side was a sight to behold.
“I’m the creator and you are the product of my mind being let loose on the world.” He was raving, but he was still very much in the moment.
He had unlocked the hidden recesses of my fantasies. He had opened the door a crack and was expecting me to kick it open. I had become something of my own worst enemy. I was starting to enjoy the fact that there was nobody here to hear me scream.
“I know…that you are fucking with my head. You get me there and then you leave me to make me practically beg for you to continue. I need… I need…your tongue and I don’t think that I can wait any longer.”
I’d always been a sucker for a man that could go the distance with an oral exploration of the flesh. My body was telling me that it was time to lie down, but I was determined to stay in this standing position. It was hard on my legs, as they knocked my knees together. I reached out for his shoulders to make sure that he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere.
Wearing those high heels didn’t help any matters. It felt nice to put myself into his capable hands. His tongue was like that of a paintbrush performing to create something beautiful.
I was almost there and I was practically willing myself to cum all over his face. I thought that I was being played like a musical instrument, but then he stopped the music. He wiped his mouth like he was disgusted by what he had done. He went over to the canvas and punched it before walking out the door. The slam made me jump and it was his eccentric nature that was unpredictable at the best of times.
I was tempted to finish myself off, but for some reason, I decided to wait. I craved to feel that tempting touch all over again. It was probably his way of making me want it in the worst way possible. I could’ve taken off the edge, but I felt like I would be doing him a disservice by doing so.
I grabbed for the dress at my feet. I placed it up against my body and hugged my hands over my breasts in a need to cover my vulnerability. Standing there with him administering to my needs was one thing, but standing alone and naked was another altogether. I didn’t like how there were minutes that I felt perfectly at ease in his presence. It was only after he left me that I began to think clearly for the first time.
I stepped off the pedestal, still in my heels and headed towards the door. I stopped for a second, turned my head and looked at the canvas that was lying on the floor. There was this primal need to see how he saw me, but I decided that this was his to reveal on his own timetable. It was actually slightly thrilling to know that I had given him something that others couldn’t.
I was just going to have to wait to see what was on his strange little mind. With each minute that passed, I was slowly accepting of the man and how he reacted at the drop of a dime.
Those 3 hours seemed like they had lasted a lot longer than that. I had no idea how he could possibly know the time, but he had instinctually known when that time had expired. I had no idea where he went, but I decided to leave him and go about to take in the beauty all around me. I went into the kitchen and found some leftovers. I heated them up on the stove and then I took them out onto the deck. I enjoyed the afternoon of perfect solitude.
After, I had nourished my body; it was time to nourish my soul with one of the many volumes in his library. They were all first editions, but I was drawn to one in particular. Wuthering Heights was one of my favorites and the author really did know how to weave a tale that was worth sitting spellbound through.
I had it in my hand, until I saw something that I had not had the privilege of reading cover to cover. Macbeth was supposedly Shakespeare’s greatest work. I wanted to find out for myself, so I took that book and went down to the beach with a towel wrapped around my naked form. I was getting more comfortable with my body.
I went down and sat down with the waves crashing against my feet. The salt spray of the ocean caused me to lose myself in the words of a master wordsmith. He had this way of making you live in his environment.
The towel came undone. I let the rays from above bronze my skin from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. I had used enough sunscreen and then eventually I turned over to make sure that my entire body was exposed.
I think I lost track of time. I had half the book finished, when I felt this shadow looming over me.
“I’m glad to see you are enjoying the island and the amenities. I suppose I should have told you that I didn’t want you to take that out of the library, but I don’t see any harm. You look amazing, but tonight I request that you wear, as little as possible. I’ll leave that up to your imagination. I think that I will be surprised by what you decide to wear or not wear to dinner,” He said as he stood in profile.
I really didn’t get a chance to say anything with my mouth open and him standing there with his hands on his hips.
He had no shame and being on his own private island had afforded him the opportunity to walk around in nothing at all. He was at half mast. He wouldn’t mind the idea of letting me satisfy my sweet tooth for something with a more creamy texture. I licked my lips with anticipation and I shook my head at the vile thought that I was conjuring up in my own head.
I felt like I was losing something of myself, but maybe I was gaining something. That naïve little girl that had come here out of a knee jerk reaction for a major payday was changing. Normally, I would’ve been a little more apprehensive about having an all over tan.
I was on my stomach and all I had to do was lower my mirrored sunglasses to watch him make his way back up to the house. You could bounce a quarter off that ass. I wanted to put into my hands.
It was possible that he was poisoning my soul and corrupting my mind into something that was ugly. It didn’t feel like it was wrong and I was actually looking forward to how I could shock his eyes with what I came up with for dinner. I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go, but something told me that he didn’t want to see the whole thing. He wanted to be teased and I was willing to turn him into an avid voyeur.
I lifted myself from the towel. I was about to wrap that same towel around me, when I realized that nobody was around to see me. I walked up that path with nothing on, but I was consciously aware of my surroundings every step of the way. I was nervous, but that same nervous energy was enough to make me want the world to see me.
It wasn’t, until I got up to the house that I finally found my shame. I wrap
ped that towel around me with a beet red flush on my chest and on my face. I could smell something cooking in the kitchen, but I didn’t dare interrupt the master at work. I went upstairs and lay down for a nap with visions of how I was going to make the most out of the situation.
Chapter 11
It took a lot for me to decide what I was going to wear for dinner. I finally came up with something that would make his eyes go out of his head. It was a slinky little blue negligee that barely covered the necessities. I didn’t feel like myself, but I think that was the purpose of this little exercise.
Not waiting for an invitation, I made my way downstairs. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I had to take a double-take at how easily I could see everything in the right light. I could go back upstairs and change, but I saw no reason to do that.
I was barefoot and walked into the dining room with him sitting there waiting for me. He clapped his hands and the door to the kitchen opened and the chef emerged with two cloches. He placed them in front of us and I didn’t dare remove them, unless I wanted to be called on the carpet for my behavior. Etiquette was something that he took seriously, even though I had seen him turn into something that would scare most people.