hovered. Her eyes were unable to focus, her breathing rapid. “Yes.”
“Do you truly understand what you hunger for, what kind of submission I’m talking about?” Craze touched her face, brushing his fingers across to her chin, cupping as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across the seam of her mouth.
She opened her mouth, darting her tongue to taste his sweet flesh. His smile was her reward. “I do. I don’t know why.”
“You do know why. You’ve always known why.”
Every inch of her skin was alive, on fire.
“Do you realize you’re nothing but my whore?”
Shivering, she nodded, her mask peeling away. Suddenly euphoric, the words tumbled out. “I’m nothing but your slut. I want you to fuck me, use me.”
A full minute ticked by.
Craze took a sip of his drink. He moved away, studying the picture from the side. “She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I had to paint her. I wanted to capture the look of innocence as well as the wanton whore hiding just beneath the surface.”
“She is and you can see her desire mixed with raw emotions.”
“The moment I saw your face on the dirty street corner, I knew I had to paint you.”
“Why?”
“Why? I captured the essence of the woman inside, the one who was free to give me all of her. I had to honor that woman, the very one I want nothing more than to own.”
The words were startling. She turned to face him and everything in this moment seemed right, as if she belonged. “I am your whore.” As he took a sip of his drink, she looked back at the picture. How had he captured every aspect of her very being?
****
Craze wasn’t surprised she’d found him. What little he knew about her gave him the impression she would return. Their connection was too great. He was unable to take his eyes off her, the stunning woman standing in a fiery red dress. Then again, he hadn’t been able to take his mind off of her, even masturbating several times to the thought of whipping every inch of her body raw. Shacking her. Enslaving her. He sucked in his breath and the wafting scent of her feminine needs as well as her exotic perfume had already driven him to the dark side. Take her. Fuck her. Whip her. He shivered. The thought kept his cock rock hard. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Jess blushed, but a willful moment remained.
He adored the way she hid behind her glass, embarrassed as well as uncertain of what she was doing. Of course the ballsy woman remained. He loved her intelligence and wit, as well as her vulnerability. “You wore the dress for me.”
Jess darted a look. “Yes, I did.”
“Let me see all of you. Turn around.”
She did so without hesitation, spinning slowly.
Her actions were beguiling and his dick pushed hard against his pants. Breathing in her sweet scent, his lust grew exponentially. “Amazing.” He took a gulp of his wine, savoring the flavor, as he thought about everything he longed to do to her, with her. His kink was heightened. His dark side had bridged the surface and there was no way he could ever return to the vanilla world in its entirety. She’d opened his personal Pandora’s Box. He was no longer a man, merely a Dom ready to begin her training. One day he’s be her . “Do you like what you see?”
“The artist or the man?” The lilt in her voice suggested playfulness.
Craze swallowed, visions and intense needs sweeping through every cell. “They are very much the same.
“A man who hides behind his own mask, terrified the world is going to see a tortured yet brilliant soul. The very instant you open the window the man inside, you’re never going back. Are you?” Jess locked eyes.
The moment remained. He lifted one eyebrow along with his glass. “I suppose I’m more transparent than I believed.”
“We are two of a kind.”
“That we are. I’m asking if you like or appreciate both the man as well as the world he created.”
Jess lifted her own glass. “Very much
“Do you truly understand what you hunger for, what kind of submission I’m talking about?” Craze touched her face, brushing his fingers across to her chin, cupping as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across the seam of her mouth.
She opened her mouth, darting her tongue to taste his sweet flesh. His smile was her reward. “I do. I don’t know why.”
“You do know why. You’ve always known why.”
Every inch of her skin was alive, on fire.
“Do you realize you’re nothing but my whore?”
Shivering, she nodded, her mask peeling away. Suddenly euphoric, the words tumbled out. “I’m nothing but your slut. I want you to fuck me, use me.”
A full minute ticked by.
Craze took a sip of his drink. He moved away, studying the picture from the side. “She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I had to paint her. I wanted to capture the look of innocence as well as the wanton whore hiding just beneath the surface.”
“She is and you can see her desire mixed with raw emotions.”
“The moment I saw your face on the dirty street corner, I knew I had to paint you.”
“Why?”
“Why? I captured the essence of the woman inside, the one who was free to give me all of her. I had to honor that woman, the very one I want nothing more than to own.”
The words were startling. She turned to face him and everything in this moment seemed right, as if she belonged. “I am your whore.” As he took a sip of his drink, she looked back at the picture. How had he captured every aspect of her very being?
****
Craze wasn’t surprised she’d found him. What little he knew about her gave him the impression she would return. Their connection was too great. He was unable to take his eyes off her, the stunning woman standing in a fiery red dress. Then again, he hadn’t been able to take his mind off of her, even masturbating several times to the thought of whipping every inch of her body raw. Shacking her. Enslaving her. He sucked in his breath and the wafting scent of her feminine needs as well as her exotic perfume had already driven him to the dark side. Take her. Fuck her. Whip her. He shivered. The thought kept his cock rock hard. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Jess blushed, but a willful moment remained.
He adored the way she hid behind her glass, embarrassed as well as uncertain of what she was doing. Of course the ballsy woman remained. He loved her intelligence and wit, as well as her vulnerability. “You wore the dress for me.”
Jess darted a look. “Yes, I did.”
“Let me see all of you. Turn around.”
She did so without hesitation, spinning slowly.
Her actions were beguiling and his dick pushed hard against his pants. Breathing in her sweet scent, his lust grew exponentially. “Amazing.” He took a gulp of his wine, savoring the flavor, as he thought about everything he longed to do to her, with her. His kink was heightened. His dark side had bridged the surface and there was no way he could ever return to the vanilla world in its entirety. She’d opened his personal Pandora’s Box. He was no longer a man, merely a Dom ready to begin her training. One day he’s be her . “Do you like what you see?”
“The artist or the man?” The lilt in her voice suggested playfulness.
Craze swallowed, visions and intense needs sweeping through every cell. “They are very much the same.
“A man who hides behind his own mask, terrified the world is going to see a tortured yet brilliant soul. The very instant you open the window the man inside, you’re never going back. Are you?” Jess locked eyes.
The moment remained. He lifted one eyebrow along with his glass. “I suppose I’m more transparent than I believed.”
“We are two of a kind.”
“That we are. I’m asking if you like or appreciate both the man as well as the world he created.”
Jess lifted her own glass. “Very much
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