by Penelope Sky
“You would really take that away from me?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes.” I didn’t pay that kind of money to have a mom with her kids in the house. And I certainly wouldn’t be the father of her children, so that would just make it more awkward.
“You’d better change your mind because I have to have children, Conway. That’s a dream I’ve always had. The reason I went to school and worked hard to make something of myself was so I could have a family.”
“Not my problem.”
She narrowed her eyes fiercely. “You won’t live forever, Conway. Who will inherit your legacy when you’re gone?”
“Vanessa,” I answered. “I’m sure she’ll have children.”
“But they won’t be your children, Conway. And they won’t be Barsettis either.”
I always thought my legacy would be my lingerie. Barsetti Lingerie was immortal and would live on for hundreds of years. Maybe it would never die out. Maybe it would always be around. “But Barsetti Lingerie will continue.”
“And who will run it?”
I had no idea.
She rested her arm on the table and leaned against it. She wore a confident look, like she knew she had me cornered.
My hand flinched with the needle before I kept going. “You want to have my children, Muse?”
She laughed like I’d just made a joke.
“Do you?” I pressed.
Her chuckles died away when she realized I was being serious. “I wasn’t offering, if that’s what you’re asking. But I suppose if I’m never going to leave, at least it’ll give me a way to have children. And you’re a very handsome man, so I know I’d have handsome sons.”
“And beautiful daughters.”
She smiled and her eyes softened.
I hadn’t had Muse for very long so I didn’t see that far into the future, but she was my biggest inspiration. She was my ultimate fantasy. If a woman were to bear my children, who else would be better?
No one.
I finished the piece and stepped back to examine it, to see the entire image together.
She stared at it too. “I like it. But it looks complicated to get on and off.”
I grabbed one of the straps and tugged on it. They were created from nylon so they stretched far and tightened back to their original elasticity. I shifted them on the mannequin, making the crotch of the figure visible.
She raised an eyebrow. “So…there’re no bottoms?”
“No.”
“Huh…”
“The straps can be adjusted so the tits can be exposed. That way it really moves like rope.”
She continued to stare at it, the sides of her robe coming loose from her shoulder. “Not gonna lie…pretty hot.”
I chuckled. “People say I’m a brilliant designer…I just know how I like to fuck women. And I’d love to fuck you wearing this.”
“Then when will it be ready?”
Instantly, my cock hardened in my slacks. She used to be timid and cold, but now her eagerness was beginning to grow. Perhaps being a little nicer to her really was worth it. I thought I wanted to treat her like a prisoner, to push her down and take her whenever I wanted. But watching her want me was much more rewarding.
I tossed the thread on the table and placed the needle in my pocket. I slowly walked toward her, my shoes lightly tapping against the hardwood floor. I stopped and stared at her, looking into her bright blue eyes. My fingers went to her chin and slowly lifted her gaze, forcing her to look at me harder. I dragged the back of my forefinger down her neck and to her collarbone. “You want me, Muse?” My fingers moved farther down her stomach until I reached the sash holding her robe together. I pulled on it, making it come loose and reveal her perfect body. “You never have to ask. You can have me whenever you want.”
“Right here?” she whispered. “Right now?”
I gripped the edges of her stool and leaned down, bringing my face level with hers. “Anytime.”
Her fingers reached for my tie, and she slowly dragged me toward her. Her eyes were focused on my lips.
Kissing still felt wrong, like it was something I shouldn’t be doing. But I enjoyed every second of it, enjoyed kissing her more than any other woman in my life. She might be inexperienced in every other way, but she certainly knew how to move her lips.
My mouth pressed against hers, and the second our lips touched, I stopped thinking about everything else. Nicole could walk in at that moment, but that wouldn’t stop me. The quicker I gave my design to her, the quicker it would be produced. But now that was the last thing on my mind.
Muse was the only thing I was thinking about.
Her hands moved up my chest, and she slowly popped open my buttons. My tie was next, and soon she pushed my shirt off my body. It hit the floor quietly, and then her hands explored my bare skin.
Her nails dug into me, accompanied by her moans. She was already writhing against me, and I’d barely touched her yet. Maybe my lingerie turned her on the way it turned me on. Maybe she was jealous of the way Veronica and Juliet touched me. Maybe my focused expression turned her on.
Whatever it was, I didn’t give a damn.
She got my slacks loose, and I pulled my boxers down slightly until the top of my cock emerged.
I lifted her from the stool and carried her to the bed in the corner. I used the bed for photography and so the models could be comfortable during long breaks. I never used it for sex, but now that was about to change.
The second I set her down, she yanked my slacks and boxers down to my knees.
I kicked off my shoes and crawled on top of her, my lips pressed to her mouth. “Tell me how you want me, Muse.” It was the first time she’d made a move on me, the first time she’d wanted me. It was a different kind of fantasy. I enjoy watching other women want me, but to have the most gorgeous woman on the planet want me…was completely different.
“Like this…” Her hands moved up my chest, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
My arms were pinned behind her knees, and I directed the head of my cock inside her. I felt her wetness immediately, even without extensive foreplay. I pushed inside her a little harder, feeling her body accommodate me much better than ever before.
She moaned into my mouth, her nails cutting into me.
I slid inside her the rest of the way, surrounded by her warm slickness. “Fuck…Muse.” I could never get used to how incredible her pussy was. I’d spent a fortune on it, and I was definitely getting every penny’s worth when I was inside her.
Her hands moved to my ass, and she pulled me inside her. “Conway…”
Jesus Christ.
Instead of fucking her slow and easy like I had before, I went hard. I rocked the bed with my quick thrusts, hitting her good and deep. Her virginity was long gone, and now I fucked her as hard as I wanted.
And she enjoyed every second of it.
Her nails moved to my back, and she scratched lines into my body. Her lips stopped moving against mine because she couldn’t kiss me anymore. All she did was moan, no longer in control of her body.
Fuck, watching her enjoy me made me want to come.
“Deeper…”
I widened her legs farther and hit her balls-deep. I rocked her harder, her tits shaking up and down. My muscles tightened with my movements, my ass clenching hard. Whatever this beauty wanted, I would give it to her.
“God…yes…” Her head rolled back, and she closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped open again, and she gripped my shoulders. Her face started to change, her mouth started to open. She breathed through the thickness between her legs. She started to plummet into the climax, her mind and body combining into one. “Conway….”
Our eyes were locked together, and she was completely mine. She came around my dick, her small pussy tightening even more around me. Her nails almost drew blood, and her screams nearly pierced my eardrums.
“You’re beautiful when yo
u come.” After that performance, I didn’t have the endurance to keep going. I just wanted to finish, just wanted to dump all my arousal inside her. I wanted my come to sit inside her during the entire ride home. Once we were there, I would give her even more.
I grabbed the back of her neck as I finished, pumping inside her when I released. I felt my own come coat my dick, mixed with her arousal. We were combined together completely, my cock taking all of her.
She moved her fingers through my hair once we were finished, her chest flushed pink and her nipples hard. Her eyes became lidded with exhaustion, like she could fall asleep right then and there.
Thankfully, Nicole didn’t walk in and see my bare ass.
I pulled out of her then pulled up my slacks.
She lay there, thoroughly fucked and beautiful.
“I have a few things to finish. I’ll let you know when I’m done.” I grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over her body. That way she would be hidden from view if anyone walked in. If Nicole or one of the models knew Muse was naked, I didn’t care.
She was my muse. And I enjoyed my muse.
* * *
I was sitting at my desk in my office when Vanessa called.
“What?” I would always take her calls, but that didn’t mean I wanted to talk to her.
“Why can’t you just say hi? It’s the same number of syllables.”
Just to be an ass, I said it again. “What?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not calling to talk to you. I just want Sapphire’s number.”
I stared straight ahead with a blank look on my face. “What?”
“Seriously, stop. You’re being annoying.”
“No, now I’m actually asking. Why do you want her number?”
“To talk to her…?” Vanessa’s smartass attitude seemed to get worse every time I spoke to her. “Why else would I want her number?”
“But why?”
“Uh, because she’s going to be my sister-in-law someday, and I’d like to get to know her.”
My hand immediately tightened into a fist. The damage Muse had caused was getting worse. “I’m not going to marry her, Vanessa.”
“Well, not tomorrow. But I still want to get to know her. She’s really cool.”
I didn’t want the two of them interacting—at all. It would give Muse more power over me. And she might let something slip that would give up the whole charade. “She’s busy.”
“All the time?” she asked. “I can’t even text her?”
There was no way around this. I’d have to cooperate, or that would be more suspicious. “She doesn’t have a phone…”
“What?” she snapped. “You can’t be serious.”
“She dropped her old one in the toilet and never got around to replacing it.”
“Aren’t you a billionaire? Can’t you buy the poor girl a new phone?”
I rubbed my temple, feeling the rage burn through my skin. “Yes, I’m just busy.”
“Well, I’ll take her to go pick up one—”
“I’ll get it, Vanessa.”
She finally turned quiet. “Why are you being a dick?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. I’m over here trying to make an effort to make Sapphire feel welcome, and you’re cockblocking me.”
“I’m what?”
“You heard what I said. I just got out of class and it’s hot as hell outside, so I’m coming by to use the pool. Ask Sapphire to join me.”
“You’re just inviting yourself over?” Man, my sister was a pain in the ass.
“You told me I’m free to come by whenever I want.”
“I mean, if you’re in trouble or something.”
“Well, I’m in trouble right now. I’m bored and I want to hang out with your lady. Get over it.”
“Vanessa—”
Click.
I almost threw the phone out the window. “Fuck.” I left my desk and searched for Muse in the house. She wasn’t in her bedroom, so I could only assume she was out at the stables. I walked across the grounds and found her in the barn. She was lifting bales of hay and carrying them back into the stables.
I didn’t realize how strong she was.
“Muse.”
She set the bale on the pile then wiped her hands on her dirty jeans. “Hey.” Today, she wore a white Stetson. Now that she was getting more serious about working outside, Dante picked her up better work clothes. She had thick denim jeans, brown boots, and a collared shirt that she tied at the waist.
Sexiest fucking cowgirl I’d ever seen.
But I couldn’t get distracted right now.
Not even by the small drop of sweat that was rolling down her chest toward the valley between her tits.
“My sister is being a pain in the ass right now.”
“Vanessa?” Muse pulled off her hat and wiped her forehead with the back of her arm. “She seems sweet to me.”
“Of course you two get along,” I said sarcastically. “She’s on her way here now because she wants to hang out by the pool with you. She originally asked for your phone number, but I told her you didn’t have one. If she asks, you dropped your phone in the toilet, and we’re getting you a new one.”
Muse rested her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one foot. “That was nice of her. When will she be here?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“It’s pretty hot today, so I’d love to turn in early, especially to take a swim.” She started toward the house.
My arms circled her waist, and I pulled her back toward me. “Don’t say a damn thing to her, alright?”
“Wasn’t going to.” She moved out of my embrace again.
I snatched her by the arm and pulled her back. “My sister is a lot smarter than she lets on. She poses as a fun and carefree girl, but she’s analytical and observant. If you aren’t careful, she might notice something. And I don’t need to remind you what I’ll do to you if you decide to throw me under the bus.” I wouldn’t be able to deal with the devastation from my family. If they knew I bought Muse like a farm animal and kept her as a pet, they’d never look at me the same. When I told them I wanted to be a lingerie designer, they never questioned me. When I was out with different women every night, they never commented on it. But this…they would have a few things to say about. I could deal with my mother’s slap and my father’s fist. But I couldn’t deal with their disappointment.
“What will you do to me?” She tilted up her head to look into my face, her blue eyes narrowing provocatively.
“What I have to.”
“Which is?” She pressed me, forcing me to say it out loud.
“I’ll hurt you.”
She stepped closer to me, her hand moving to my stomach. “We both know you won’t. But I’ll keep your secret anyway. I’ve been enjoying our arrangement…” Her hand slid down my stomach before she stepped away.
I turned to watch her go, my eyes examining that luscious ass and those full hips. She had my neck under her boot, and if she wanted to cross me, it would be easy for her to do. I’d made the effort to be gentle and kind, despite how much it contradicted my nature, so it would be wrong for her to betray me.
It didn’t seem like she would.
But I really had no idea. If she and Vanessa became good friends, there was no telling what might happen.
I didn’t like anyone having this kind of power over me.
5
Sapphire
Vanessa swam around in the pool in her blue bikini with her hair pulled into a bun. Sunglasses were on the bridge of her nose, and the sun hit her olive skin and made it glow.
I lay in the lounge chair next to the water, my body drying off after my dip in the water. The pool overlooked the rest of the property, including the barn and stables in the distance. I could be out there working my ass off in the heat, and I was glad I was lounging by the pool today instead. I was there every single day of the week, so it was nice to do something else for a change
. “How are your art classes going?”
“There are days when I love it and days when I don’t love it so much.” She swam to the steps of the pool and sat down so most of her body was still submerged in the water. “The days I love it are days when we’re actually painting. The days I hate it are when we’re learning about art history and blah, blah…” Her sunglasses covered her eyes, but it seemed like she was rolling them. “I understand why it’s important to understand the various periods of art history and whatnot, but sometimes it’s a real snoozefest.”
I chuckled, finding Vanessa’s personality refreshing. Conway and his father were both intense men, quiet and constantly brooding. They said very little with words and spoke more with their silence. His mother didn’t share that level of severity, but she wasn’t as blunt as her daughter. Vanessa was totally real, spitting out her honest thoughts regardless of how they made her look. She wasn’t committed to being the perfect student. There were things she didn’t care about, and she was upfront about it.
“Did you go to school?”
I tried not to pause for too long before I gave my response. Lying was a lot more difficult than I realized. Whatever I said to her, I would have to remember it and repeat it to the rest of his family. “I went to college for business, but I dropped out when I couldn’t afford it anymore. I moved here to pursue a modeling career because it didn’t cost any money.”
“I heard university in America is expensive. My art school isn’t cheap, but that’s because it’s private.”
“So you want to be a professional artist?”
“I guess,” she said. “There’s no such thing as a professional artist. I guess I just wanted to get better at my art since I enjoy doing it. More than likely, I’ll just work for the winery and do a few pieces on the side. But I wanted to try something different now rather than regret it later.”
“Makes sense.”
“My parents think I’m a great artist, but they’re my parents…of course, they’re going to say that.”
“What does Conway think?”