“Do you want to come in?”
Lawson responds by switching off the engine and opening his door. I guess that’s a yes.
Ava doesn’t appear to be home. I lead him through to my studio.
“Those are both incredible.” Lawson stands in front of them, his arms folded.
“Thanks. I think you said that already.”
“Are they for Kelso’s?”
“His stuff is all being painted on-site. These are for private sale.”
“I thought you weren’t going back to Kelso’s.” His arms drop first to his sides, and then he brings his hands to his hips and stares at me.
“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I?”
“Because it isn’t safe. I’m telling you. If he gets you alone, there’s no telling what he’d do to someone as hot as you.”
“How naïve do you think I am?” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
“You don’t know him. I do.”
“Look, the creep is still away in Florida anyway.”
“He won’t be there forever. Walk away before something happens.”
“It’s fine, stop trying to stop me going. I am going. End of story. This is a job, and I am doing it.”
“I’m going to get you an assistant.”
“No way, no how.”
Lawson lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. I expect him to do something: touch me, hug me, something, but all he does is stand with his hands on his hips, holding my gaze in his.
I swallow. Part of me is on the verge of falling into line and doing what he wants. From somewhere within me, I find the ability to tear my eyes away from his. They fall on my half-finished paintings and the resolve to carry on at Kelso’s rages back through me.
I throw my smock over the dress I’m still wearing from Friday, and start preparing my paints. Lawson leans on the windowsill, watching me.
“I should paint.”
“Can I watch?”
“That’s fine with me.” When I’m creating, the whole world drops away. It used to drive my mother crazy that I’d never hear her calling me; she’d have to come and physically touch me to get my attention. It was the same for my teachers and classmates in college.
Ava has it marginally better, she only has to walk in into the room, instead of touching me. Part of me sees that as a sign I’m losing my ability to focus.
Now, with Lawson in the room, I struggle to find any focus at all. Not willing to make mistakes, I put everything down and rip off my smock in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“You distract me. I can’t focus.” My voice is playful. I like having him here, even if he does try to tell me what to do. But I have to finish these paintings so I can start generating ideas for the next ones.
Ava told me Gordon had another new inquiry for my work, from a couple all the way in Texas. I’ve completely neglected my blog since I moved to California, so it’s a wonder they found me.
What I really need to do is sketch out all the other paintings for Kelso’s so I can minimize my time there.
Lawson moves to my side, drawing me against him. “I have to get home and do some work. You’ve been distracting me from it all weekend.”
I look up at him and smile. He leans in and kisses me. When our kiss deepens, I break away. If we carry on, we’re not going to stop.
Giving Orders
(Lawson)
Kelso is a piece of trash. I don’t trust him for one second with Skye in the same house as him. She might think she’s safe, but I know she isn’t.
I’ve offloaded all my meetings for the day on my senior executives. There’s no way I’m about to let anything happen to her.
My Range Rover is quiet as it coasts up Kelso’s driveway. I pull it out of the way to the side of his house and cut the engine.
Skye’s banger is here, along with a handful of workers’ trucks. How trustworthy are his workers? Is Skye safe with them here? She might not want an assistant, but she has one for the day — me.
The front door is ajar, a nice side effect of the workers going in and out all day.
I step inside, but the entrance is empty. The easel with Skye’s half-finished painting is in the same spot, but there’s no sign of her. No paints or supplies are laid out.
Watching for workers, I duck in and out of the ground floor rooms, looking for her.
The rooms are all in various stages of being finished. Shaking my head, I take out my phone and snap some photos. This is just further proof of his uselessness as a contractor. What kind of man can’t even get his own damn house finished? He’s been building it for two years now.
His office is the last room I check on the main floor. Still no sign of Skye. I’m tempted to start rifling through his papers, but right now the most important thing is to find her and make sure she’s safe.
Dodging workmen, I make my way up the staircase, which is clearly based on my Madrid hotel. Madrid’s hotel was the first one I had architects who weren’t following Kelso’s design. I should take a picture — could anything be more telling about his incompetence?
Making sure I don’t run into any workmen, I nudge open a set of double doors. Skye is standing beside a round bed, absorbed in her painting. A round bed? Seriously, Kelso? I enter the room and shut the doors behind me.
“Hey,” I say.
Startled, she jumps. I close the distance between us and put my hand on her back, calming her.
“You scared the fuck out of me.”
“You’re lucky it’s just me, and not Kelso.”
She rolls her eyes. “Is that why you came here?”
Skye says something else, but I don’t hear. I’m too busy looking at her painting.
“What the fuck is that?”
“The painting Kelso wants for his bedroom.”
“It’s a pussy.”
She shrugs. “It’s what he wanted.”
“I can’t fucking believe he’s making you paint that smut.”
“Look at the rest of the bedroom, it fits right in.”
“I don’t care. You shouldn’t be painting it, it’s a waste of your abilities.”
I close the distance between us. Her bright eyes flick over me in my suit. I’m close enough now to smell her floral shampoo through the paint. As outrageous as the painting is, seeing Skye painting something so erotic does something to me. She’s been thinking about pussy all day, and now all I can think of is hers.
Taking the brush from her hand, I set it on her wooden tray. She’s wearing a smock that’s covered in paint. Fuck the eight-thousand-dollar custom-made Italian-cut suit. I grab the back of her head and pull her to my lips.
The tension in her body melts from my touch. I want to hear her moaning and begging when I make her come so hard she’ll forget where she is.
I step back from her, paint now marking my suit. I remove my suit jacket and drape it over the bed.
“Strip.” I capture her eyes in mine, unrelenting.
Her eyes widen. “But, here?”
I remain motionless, my eyes penetrating hers. She blinks, and as she looks at me, a wave of understanding washes over them.
“I see, it’s the prick here today,” she says, circling her finger around the button of my dress shirt.
I smirk and say, “Yeah, the prick you’ll be thanking after I get through with you.”
“Oh will I?” She can’t contain her huge smile.
“Strip.” I’m not telling her again.
“Yes, sir.” The sound of the word coming off her tongue flickers across my skin, sparking my dick to life.
I stand, watching, as Skye takes off her smock, followed by her tight T-shirt underneath. Her turquoise bra pushes up her tits. The tops of them jiggle as she moves, mesmerizing me.
After she sheds her pants, she stands still while my eyes rove over her. Her bra and panties accentuate the perfect curves of her body. I reach out and run my hands over her, my dick straining the seams of my suit pants. Enough.<
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Skye gasps as I shove her back against the wall. One of my hands grips her tit, the other grips her chin and angles her face to mine. My lips crush against hers, forcing her mouth to submit as I push my tongue into her, tasting her sweetness.
I work my hand into her bra. Her nipple is already a hard nub, I pinch it hard between my fingers, forcing a high-pitched moan from her throat.
Still wearing my suit, I grind my cock against her.
I break our kiss to say, “See what you do to me?”
Her skin is soft under my fingertips, and they roam lower and lower. I reach her panties and slide my hand underneath the cottony fabric. She’s dripping wet already. I love it.
I feel through her silky folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger. I take it away and find her clit, rolling it between my fingertips until she melts against the wall. My body pressing, grinding into her is the only reason she hasn’t crumpled to the floor.
“Your pussy is way hotter than the one you’re painting.”
Skye gasps, her hands clutch at my clothes. I grab her hands and pin her arms against the wall. Our mouths collide, tongues and lips coming together. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t resist sucking her bottom lip between my teeth.
I trail kisses across her cheek and down the tender flesh of her neck. I’m overcome with the need to brand her. Sinking my teeth into the soft flesh at the base of her neck I suck, marking her as mine.
It spurs me on. I adjust her hands, pinning them lower, and kiss down her front. The ripeness of her tits beg to be claimed, and I bite my way across them.
Releasing her arms, I yank down her bra, her tits bouncing from the movement. It lures me, I grab one in each hand and flick my tongue over her hard pearls.
Fueled with want, I rip off her panties. My dick can’t take any more. I spin her around, pinning her face-first against the wall. With one motion, I spring my cock free and spread her lips. I only want a teaser. A taste to ease my need.
A groan escapes me as I push into her, her tight walls hug my thick cock. Hunched, I rest my head alongside her, my breath hot against her ear
I lower my voice and say, “Do you love how fucking wet you are?”
Skye moans, a sound that rockets down my spine, straight to my balls.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice so quiet and breathy I struggle to hear it.
“Just yes?” I say, digging my chin into her.
She moans again, higher in pitch and says, “Yes, sir.”
Good fucking girl. I could never tire of that sound coming from her mouth.
“Have you felt how wet you are?”
I take her hand and force it down the wall, across her front and between her legs. As happy is my cock is right now, I pull it out. I take two of Skye’s fingers and push them in her entrance, in and out, in and out, making her feel my effect on her.
“Feel this wet pussy. This pussy that’s wet for me, because of me. You’ve never been wetter, have you? You get wetter every single time I fuck you. I’m not stopping now until the insides of your thighs are coated, and you’re dripping all the way to your pretty little ankles.”
Following Orders
(Skye)
I moan at Lawson’s words. Holy fuck, his words. His breath is hot across my ear as he speaks to me, his voice a primal growl, his words enough to leave me breathless.
Part of me is confused, I can’t believe he’s making me touch myself like this. Except it feels so good. I’m so wet I can feel what he does to me on my thighs already.
“You’re not wet enough yet. I need you extra wet to fit my thick cock in this tight little pussy.”
He takes my fingers from inside me. With his fingertips on mine, he pushes my fingers through my folds. He lays my fingers on top of my clit.
“I want you to touch your clit. Show me how you rub it.”
I swallow. It’s too much, my body is no longer responding to my commands.
“You’re not doing it. I want you to touch yourself.” Lawson’s chin digs into me as he repeats himself, and the sharp pain causes my eyes to close.
I move my fingers, a delicate motion over my clit, Lawson’s fingertips rest on top of mine, feeling every move I make.
“Do you think of me when you do this in your bed at night?”
A breathy moan leaves my lips as I remember touching myself the night I’d first met him. And all the nights after that.
“Tell me. Did you run home and touch yourself after I first kissed you? Did I make you wet even then, when you were an innocent virgin?”
Goosebumps coat my skin.
“Did you think of my face when you came?”
A part moan, part cry of admission, flies from my mouth. My heart is beating fast, my breath shallow, I want to move, to push some of these overwhelming internal feelings out, but can’t. He has me where he wants me, and I can’t do anything.
Like he demands, my fingers work away at my clit, Lawson feeling every tap. My pussy is desperate for something in it: a finger, his dick, anything.
“Did you?”
“Uh-huh,” I admit.
“Before you knew my name?”
“Yes.” My tongue sticks on the s, hissing the word.
“How bad did you want me? Did you want me bursting through your innocence and filling you with my massive cock? Were you dreaming about all the things you wanted me to do to you?”
“Holy fuck, yes.” I’m so close, so fucking close.
“Is this how you touched yourself? When you thought of me? Dreamed of me fucking you until you forgot your own name? Did you think I’d be gentle with you? That my big cock wouldn’t rip you open? Do you know how fucking good my cock felt being wrapped in your tight pussy that first time? In the pussy that belongs to me?”
I scream so loud, Lawson puts his lips on mine to dampen the sound. My entire body pulsates at the orgasm radiates through me. My fingers go limp, but Lawson keeps them moving with his own.
Once my body calms, he takes his mouth away from mine.
“Let’s find out how wet you are now,” he says, pushing my fingers back down my slit to my entrance.
“Feel that,” he says, pushing my fingers into my opening, “Feel how wet you are just thinking about me. You’re dripping down to your knees. Just think what it’s going to be like when you come on my cock.”
Lawson puts his hands on my ribs, turns me and moves us the short distance from the wall to Kelso’s round bed. He nudges me, and I land on the bed. I roll onto my back, watching him.
His pants are open from before, and he strips the belt from them. My eyes widen, as he holds the belt in his hands while he sheds his pants. He’s now wearing boxers and his dress shirt, the sight alone is enough to send shivers over me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you with it,” he says as he comes toward me with the belt in his hand. “Put your arms at your sides.”
I do as he says, my heart fluttering, wondering what he’s doing to me. He hadn’t done anything like this at his house. He slides the belt underneath me and buckles it, trapping my arms at my sides.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll need to be restrained.”
My thighs clench in anticipation. I watch as Lawson glances around the room. He grabs a leopard print scarf that’s been draped over the lamp and twirls it into a long, narrow piece of fabric.
Without saying anything, he lays the fabric across my eyes and fastens it behind my head. Blindfolded, I can no longer see him. Everything is instantly heightened as I try to anticipate what he is going to do next.
Lawson’s breath blows over my neck and down my front. I expect him to kiss my breasts, but instead his lips crush against mine. Our tongues twirl and explore each other’s mouths.
His mouth pushes hard against mine and, without warning, his fingers drive into me, pressing against my sensitive front wall, causing my hips to rock with the rapidly building tingling.
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sp; And just as fast, his fingers are gone. His mouth is gone. I turn my head, wondering where Lawson is and anticipating what he’s doing. There’s nothing for a moment, only the heavy sound of my breath.
The very tips of his fingers pinch both my nipples, sending a pulse directly to my core. I moan in delight at the sharpness of his touch.
Both his hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I spread my legs, urging his attention lower. Lawson makes a noise that I’m sure is accompanied by a smirk on his face.
His hands move to my thighs, pushing them into the bed. His hot breath blows over my lips. I can feel my wetness trickling down.
Lawson spreads my lips wide with his fingers, and the air is cool against my exposed parts. He licks over me, his tongue flicking at my clit and entrance, and then he traps my clit between each of his index fingers.
He pinches my clit as he rolls it back and forth in his fingertips. His tongue enters me, probing me at the same speed as his fingers. My body fills with fire. I’m building, building.
I’m desperate to move my hands, to hold his head. But the more I try to move, to free them, the more tangled I become. For some reason, the fact I can’t move fuels my excitement even more.
I start to moan, the sound growing louder and louder until I’m screaming under his touch. Lawson pulls away and moves up my body.
“Shh, there are other people in the house.” He slips the blindfold over my nose and into my mouth. He tightens it, gagging me. My jaw is wide, to accommodate it.
“Now you can scream all you fucking want. You’re going to need to, when I get done with you.”
Lawson moves back down and wastes no time sucking my clit into his mouth. His thick fingers find my entrance, pushing into me. He circles it around, stretching my walls in all directions.
I’m tingling and pulsing all over, every part of my body is humming under his touch.
He flicks my clit and adds a second finger. My breath is labored under the gag. I close my eyes and try to relax into the bed, to enjoy the sensations bubbling over me.
Lawson sucks my clit hard, harder than ever before. It draws all my attention, sending a fresh rush of tingles throughout my body. While I’m distracted, one of his fingers pushes into my ass. Holy fucking shit.
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