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Sine
I’d always beena bit in awe of artists, being able to picture things and then create them. Painters, sculptures, authors, photographers. Mam had a knack for making all manner of things with a needle and thread. Da was a genius with a knife for carving, and a couple of my brothers had the same skill. My sister won every baking contest she entered.
Me? I could organize and schedule. Some talent.
Alix...he could visualize things I couldn’t even dream. I might not have understood what he saw in me, but I’d seen the photos he’d taken, and I couldn’t deny that they were special. Though I knew that was more due to Alix’s talent than me being his subject.
Which meant I was a part of his art in a way, and that made me see modeling for him in a whole new way.
None of that changed how his touch made my skin hum or the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about what he felt like, smelled like. The things he made me feel.
Like safe.
I’d worn another set of matching bra and panties, these ones white cotton. It’d been a little easier to undress this time, but as I knelt on the blanket and waited for him to tie me up, the anticipation racing along my nerves was more intense than before.
He used leather this time, connecting my wrists to my ankles tight enough that I didn’t have much in the way of mobility. It forced my back to arch, putting my breasts on display, which was made even more embarrassing by the fact that my nipples were hard little points, easily visible. And I couldn’t even blame it on temperature because the lights were hot enough to make me appreciate not having to wear more clothes.
When he finished, he walked around in front of me, and I tilted my head back so I could see his face. He leaned down and rested his hand on the side of my face. His thumb moved across my lower lip, and it took all my self-control not to lick it.
Dammit.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
* * *
By the timeI got home, my skin felt like it was on too tight, my body flushed. I felt antsy, like I couldn’t quite sit still. I paced as I waited for my dinner to heat up, but even as I ate, I fidgeted. Fingernails tapping against the table. Chopsticks stabbing into the reheated rice.
I just couldn’t relax.
I must have tossed and turned for an hour before I accepted the fact that I wouldn’t get any sleep unless I did something else to relax.
It was far too easy to recall his face in my mind, see his strong jaw and those smoky eyes. Easy to pretend that the hand pushing up my t-shirt, and then sliding under my panties, was his. My own fingers were so much smaller than his, but I let my mind fill in the blanks, change the way I knew things were.
His lips made their way down my stomach, his fingers brushing over the thin red curls, then dipping between my folds. I gasped, arched my back. As his finger entered me, his thumb moved over my swollen clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” His voice was low, full of desire. “Come for me, Sine. Come, and then I’ll taste you. I want my mouth on you, want to bring you pleasure. I want to bury my cock in your tight pussy, fuck you until neither of us can see straight.”
The pressure on my clit was nearly unbearable, riding that thin line that only he seemed able to find. His free hand slid up to cover my breast, fingers rolling then twisting my nipple. Pleasure and pain blended together, and I writhed against his touch, wanting, needing...
I came with a shout, barely holding back his name. It was bad enough I’d been fantasizing about him and touching myself. Saying his name would make more of it than I wanted. He was attractive. Any straight woman or gay man could see that for themselves. It was no different than picturing another good-looking man. That’s all there was to it. Nothing more.
All that existed between Alix and me was a business relationship that was a touch more complicated than most.
