Page 49 of Sinful Skulls
“Is it not done?”
I scratch my head. “Well, yeah, I mean a work of art is never really done, you just have to stop working on it.” I laugh.
“Please share it with me.”
Why am I worried about what he’ll think? Especially after everything we’ve already done together?
I pick it up off the table and walk back over to him. He sits on the edge of the lounge and tugs on my wrist until I lower myself beside him.
“It’s … it’s different than what you’ve seen,” I warn him.
He holds out his palm, and I hand it to him. I watch his reaction. His eyebrows jump on his face, and his mouth falls open. He snaps it shut and wraps his arm around me. “Wow.”
It makes me laugh lightly.
His gaze runs over the sketch of himself. He’s naked from the hips up, his arm is outstretched, and his fingers are wrapped around the end of a leash.
“It’s us.” He turns to look at me.
You can’t see that it’s me. All you see of the woman is the tips of her knees. The rest is left to the imagination. Follow the leash, and you’ll find me at the end.
“This is incredible, Daisy. Fuck, you made me look sexy as hell.”
“You are sexy as hell.” I giggle.
He kisses me on the forehead. “Now I see how this worked with Lexie. You just doubled my confidence.”
“In college I learned a lot of different art forms and techniques. I really enjoyed sketching you today.”
“It was very enjoyable, wasn’t it?” His gaze darkens, and he takes my hand in his, pulling me to my feet.
“Go upstairs and undress. I’ll be up in a minute.”
I hesitate at the bottom of the steps not looking at him. “You … you don’t think my art is strange?”
“No. I don’t.”
Chapter Eighteen
Brody
Her feet carry her quickly up the stairs. I look back at the sketch in my hand. I don’t know if someone made her feel bad about portraying the more sinful side of life or if it’s something she’s been projecting onto herself.
I sit down, glancing at my watch. I’m going to give her a few minutes. I’ve already got her worked up from my little show, but a little more anticipation will be good for her soul. We really need to have a more in-depth conversation, but we seem to be navigating through our intimate relationship just fine. It’s easy with Daisy.
Eventually I make my way upstairs, finding her sitting in the chair, waiting for me. I walk around her trailing my fingertips over her shoulders. She’s breathing heavy and fast. I grab a few things, monitoring her reaction out the corner of my eye. She’s curiously watching. When I grab the leash, she quickly looks away.
“Are you okay being restrained to the chair?” I ask as I make my way back to her.
“Yes,” she says, her eyes on the collar in my hand.
“And this?”
She nods.
I wrap it around her slender neck, rubbing my thumb over her pulse. “Did watching me touch myself make you horny?”
A flush of crimson beautifully rushes up her neck.
