Page 96 of The Professors' Plaything

Caspian turns to me and smiles warmly. “No. Waiting for you.”

“For dinner?” I shake the bag. “I brought leftovers.”

“Oh, I am hungry, but not for that.” His eyes glint, and he turns the paint pot upside down. The contents, yellow paint, splash down onto the canvas in glooping eaves. He sets one aside and grabs the next. Blue follows, then red, green, purple, orange, and pink. He creates a sea of multicolored paint.

“What are you creating?” Curiosity brings me close as he sets the last empty can aside.

“It’s non-toxic,” Caspian says. “So safe you could eat it and wouldn’t get sick.”

“Would have interesting poop, though.” I chuckle.

He laughs and cups my cheek. “Indeed. Take your clothes off.”

A jolt of excitement flashes through my body. “Are we making art?”

“We’re making art,” he nods, reaching for his own belt. “I’m going to fuck you in the paint and we’ll create beauty.”

“Oh, you know how to woo a girl, don’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.” Caspian takes the bag of food from me and sets it aside while I slowly strip my clothes off. I’m naked by the time he comes back to me and both his hands immediately lay on my swollen belly.

“We will create a beautiful piece so we will always remember this,” Caspian says. He steps close and kisses me, then pulls me into his strong arms and lowers me down onto the cold paint. It’s strange against my heated skin, but we’ve done this before and already my heart is racing. My core tightens and Caspian’s hard cock slides against my bare thigh.

The thunk of the door closing rattles through the apartment. Asher and Finn appear in the room just as Caspian slides a warm hand between my thighs. He teases my sensitive pussy and I arch into the paint with a soft moan.

“Join us,” I gasp, staring up at my lovers. “This piece should include all of us.”

They don’t need to be asked twice. Clothes vanish in seconds and then more hands than I can count caress my body. Mouths tease and kiss over my hot skin, and velvet soft cocks slide against my palm.

We create a masterpiece that will serve as a reminder of how utterly perfect my life is now.

I’m happy. My life is good. I haven’t sleepwalked in a few months. I’ve found the support system I’ve craved, and I’m following my passions all free from the shadow of Mike and my parents.

I live a life of love and blissful safety where we can fuck each other on a giant floor canvas. There is no better life.

Well, except for one more thing.

When my baby arrives, our family will be complete.