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Authors: Chloe Kale
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Chapter 1
I stroked the canvas lovingly with one
final flourish, and then took a step backwards to gauge the finished product. I
signed the bottom right corner: Clarissa Drayer.
Was it done? I stood alone in the studio
that my billionaire Will Garrett had provided for me; painting the piece he
commissioned me to paint. Had he truly believed in my ability as an artist, or
was it a ploy to fuck me? I still wasn’t sure; the only thing I was sure of was
that I had to commit myself one hundred percent to creating this piece. If not
for him, then for myself. I was going to prove myself as an artist no matter
what it took.
Surely I must be more than my
billionaire’s new toy.
I frowned, my eyes peeled, as I reviewed my
final brush stroke. The piece I was commissioned to create was to be a
landscape of Will Garrett’s estate, painted from the wall-sized window in the
studio attached to Will’s bedroom. Other than that, he had told me to let my
imagination run wild. And so I had, or at least I tried to. I felt my
uncertainty creeping up my spine again; my nerves and anxiety were the bane of
my existence. Will promised he would help me overcome them. We were a team now,
he said.
That’s right; me and my billionaire. We
were a team; I was more than just a pet for him. My mind briefly thought of the
last time we’d had sex, and I was tied to the bed spread eagle, and he fucked
my wet cunt with his extraordinarily perfect cock. Okay, I needed to calm down.
I was getting horny.
I placed my hand along the top of the
canvas, and felt a sudden urge to toss the piece on the ground. For some
reason, my first instinct upon creating a new piece was to immediately focus on
any and all flaws. Sometimes even imagining some. I did the same thing whenever
I looked in the mirror. My eyes were too big, and my hips were too
narrow. My breasts could be bigger.
And then I’d hear Will’s voice. “Not
everyone likes huge breasts, Clarissa,” he had said, his hands cupping my tits
from behind. And I would laugh and spin around.
I looked at my painting again, comparing
it to the view of the estate directly behind it; a projection of the scenery
I’d painted. I had certainly taken some liberties. I tried to portray the dreaminess
and inherent luxury of the land around my billionaire’s manse. The sky was soft
and licked the skyline; the grass was green but shining golden. I painted over
a sponged base in short soft strokes, creating a rippling effect.
I had told Will I’d be doing as much.
“I’ll paint the landscape as you asked,
but I’m going to show you your estate… the way that I see it,” I had said to
him, half covered in his sheets, naked in his bed.
“Is that so?” Will playfully asked, as he
sauntered over from his closet, holding his tie in his hand, bare from the
waist up. He crawled back into bed, leaving the tie on the ground behind him.
His muscular chest glowed radiantly in the morning light, and his blue grey
eyes were as piercing and gorgeous as ever.
“So I’ll be taking a few liberties,” I
giggled as he kissed my bare collar, moving his lips over my neck.
“Oh, what kind of liberties?” He
murmured, pushing my hair over my ear to nibble on my earlobe.
“I’m not sure yet. I never know until I
start a piece.”
“Hmmm, well I have faith in you, lovely
Clarissa,” he whispered as his hand found my breast.
“I like to think of myself as an
impressionist,” I replied with a crooked smile that collapsed upon his lips as
he kissed me.
“You’ve certainly made an impression upon
me.” He said, after biting my lip.
And now the painting was done.
But would Will be done with me now that
the commissioned piece was complete? I wanted to scrap the entire thing and
start again. I didn’t want to lose my connection to Will.
No, Clarissa. I was being crazy again. I didn’t want
to think like that anymore. I wouldn’t think like that anymore.
I unslung the apron from my body.
Underneath, I wore
I stroked the canvas lovingly with one
final flourish, and then took a step backwards to gauge the finished product. I
signed the bottom right corner: Clarissa Drayer.
Was it done? I stood alone in the studio
that my billionaire Will Garrett had provided for me; painting the piece he
commissioned me to paint. Had he truly believed in my ability as an artist, or
was it a ploy to fuck me? I still wasn’t sure; the only thing I was sure of was
that I had to commit myself one hundred percent to creating this piece. If not
for him, then for myself. I was going to prove myself as an artist no matter
what it took.
Surely I must be more than my
billionaire’s new toy.
I frowned, my eyes peeled, as I reviewed my
final brush stroke. The piece I was commissioned to create was to be a
landscape of Will Garrett’s estate, painted from the wall-sized window in the
studio attached to Will’s bedroom. Other than that, he had told me to let my
imagination run wild. And so I had, or at least I tried to. I felt my
uncertainty creeping up my spine again; my nerves and anxiety were the bane of
my existence. Will promised he would help me overcome them. We were a team now,
he said.
That’s right; me and my billionaire. We
were a team; I was more than just a pet for him. My mind briefly thought of the
last time we’d had sex, and I was tied to the bed spread eagle, and he fucked
my wet cunt with his extraordinarily perfect cock. Okay, I needed to calm down.
I was getting horny.
I placed my hand along the top of the
canvas, and felt a sudden urge to toss the piece on the ground. For some
reason, my first instinct upon creating a new piece was to immediately focus on
any and all flaws. Sometimes even imagining some. I did the same thing whenever
I looked in the mirror. My eyes were too big, and my hips were too
narrow. My breasts could be bigger.
And then I’d hear Will’s voice. “Not
everyone likes huge breasts, Clarissa,” he had said, his hands cupping my tits
from behind. And I would laugh and spin around.
I looked at my painting again, comparing
it to the view of the estate directly behind it; a projection of the scenery
I’d painted. I had certainly taken some liberties. I tried to portray the dreaminess
and inherent luxury of the land around my billionaire’s manse. The sky was soft
and licked the skyline; the grass was green but shining golden. I painted over
a sponged base in short soft strokes, creating a rippling effect.
I had told Will I’d be doing as much.
“I’ll paint the landscape as you asked,
but I’m going to show you your estate… the way that I see it,” I had said to
him, half covered in his sheets, naked in his bed.
“Is that so?” Will playfully asked, as he
sauntered over from his closet, holding his tie in his hand, bare from the
waist up. He crawled back into bed, leaving the tie on the ground behind him.
His muscular chest glowed radiantly in the morning light, and his blue grey
eyes were as piercing and gorgeous as ever.
“So I’ll be taking a few liberties,” I
giggled as he kissed my bare collar, moving his lips over my neck.
“Oh, what kind of liberties?” He
murmured, pushing my hair over my ear to nibble on my earlobe.
“I’m not sure yet. I never know until I
start a piece.”
“Hmmm, well I have faith in you, lovely
Clarissa,” he whispered as his hand found my breast.
“I like to think of myself as an
impressionist,” I replied with a crooked smile that collapsed upon his lips as
he kissed me.
“You’ve certainly made an impression upon
me.” He said, after biting my lip.
And now the painting was done.
But would Will be done with me now that
the commissioned piece was complete? I wanted to scrap the entire thing and
start again. I didn’t want to lose my connection to Will.
No, Clarissa. I was being crazy again. I didn’t want
to think like that anymore. I wouldn’t think like that anymore.
I unslung the apron from my body.
Underneath, I wore
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