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landscapes in person, not just in her head, on canvas, or in books. Most of her art was of different areas around the island and scenic views from photographs her friends had taken when they traveled.
    Sasha sat at her large easel and picked up her paintbrush. The sun felt good on her skin, seductively warm and relaxing. Her hand went to her breast, and she idly fondled herself as she painted, her mind recalling her powerful orgasm in the restaurant last night and the one that followed as Derrick punished her for her wanton behavior. She loved climaxing as he spanked her, and she loved the intense orgasms she got from the stimulating pain.
    She was so engrossed her in painting, her fantasies, and the pleasure she was getting from touching herself that she didn’t hear Derrick come in until he spoke behind her.
    “What are you doing, Sasha?” he asked, his eyes going from where she was plucking her nipple to scan the room lined with some very good artwork.
    Sasha jumped, dropped her hand and her paintbrush, and swiveled to face him. She was mortified at being caught, again, in self pleasuring and at having her hobby critiqued by such a renowned artist.
    “I didn’t hear you come in,” she accused. Rising, she walked towards him, trying to get his attention to switch to her instead of her paintings. It didn’t work.
    Derrick ignored her as he came in and leisurely explored each piece. His scrutiny made her nervous. “These are lovely. Why don’t you have them hanging in your gallery?” Her astonished look of insecurity would have been comical, he thought, if it hadn’t been so pitiable. “Surely you realize how talented you are?”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Derrick. I paint for fun. It’s relaxing and enjoyable, but it’s certainly not anything to be displayed anywhere but here.”
    He took one last perusal of the room before moving to stand in front of her, his hand cupping her breast casually, his eyes on her stiff nipple. “Just what are you hiding from, Sasha?” he asked quietly, raising his gaze to her flushed face.
    “Since I’m naked, I’d say I’m not hiding from anything at this moment.”
    “That’s the physical part of you, a part I enjoy immensely, but I want to know about the inner you. That’s the part you’re very adept at keeping hidden.”
    This was definitely an area Sasha didn’t want to get into especially with a man who would be gone in a matter of days. Moving away from the temptation of his caress, she left the room and hoped he would follow.
    “Did you get your errands done?”
    Derrick left the matter for now but definitely planned on picking up the gauntlet again soon. He had plans for Sasha, and they would require baring her soul a well as her body. But, she didn’t need to know that right now.
    “Yes, I did. You need to put a bathing suit on. We’ll pick up lunch on the way to take with us.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Sailing. I’ve rented a beautiful schooner for the afternoon. It’s supposed to be unseasonably warm, and I haven’t been on the water in awhile. I assume you can fill in any gaps I have.”
    Sasha laughed, delighted with his plans. “You don’t live on an island without learning how to sail, even if it is only a few months out of the year. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
    Sasha quickly slipped on her modest two-piece suit and the matching cover along with a pair of deck shoes. Grabbing the small cooler from her garage, they filled it with bottled water, sodas and ice, leaving room for the coleslaw they intended to pick up along with a bucket of the islands best fried chicken.
    Less than an hour later, Sasha and Derrick were hoisting a sail and bobbing easily on the calm waters. There was very little breeze which suited Sasha fine as it kept the air warm, and she enjoyed the smooth ride much more than a fast, choppy one. Slipping off her cover, Sasha laid face down on the padded bench; her head resting on her folded arms as she watched