Page 30 of Paint Me Love
“Look at you,” he says with reverence, trailing his finger up and scooping the sticky liquid. “So pretty, so well-used.”
He gently grips my wrists and guides my hands to my ass. My knees spread of their own accord and my fingers pull on my ass cheeks, showing off my leaking hole.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he whispers, pressing a finger inside. It slides without resistance.
After a few more minutes of appreciation, gentle arms come around me and lower me onto the couch. A wet towel wipes the mess from me, and then we are kissing, languidly and without a worry in the world. His tongue is hot, dominant, the perfect ending to this crazy session we had. My body relaxes, I’m boneless. My eyelids turn heavy.
“Did I tire you out?” he chuckles, kissing my nose. “Sleep, you’ve earned it.”
I mean to say something, but between formulating it and saying it out loud I kind of forget what it is. My brain is just too foggy as the post-sex bliss lulls me, so before I know it, I’ve closed my eyes.
When I wake up, Derek is gone. I sit up half-disoriented, with soreness in my ass. There is a note on my coffee table.
I have to attend an event tonight. I considered waking you up, but you were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bring myself to. You did so well today, little artist. You were such a good boy, and you let me use you so well. Call me in the morning and think of me when you go to bed.
Derek.
Butterflies invade my stomach. Fuck, what did I do? My cock twitches, half-hard already just remembering Derek’s touch. My hole pulsates with need. I want more. More of this feeling, more of Derek. I want him to call me good boy again, to teach me how to please him and to make me his, even if we have to keep all that a secret.
Shit, what do I do now?
15
Derek
“Thatsuretookawhile,” Adam scoffs when he comes out of my penthouse’s elevator. “We are almost late.”
“Can it.”
“Oh? Someone is grumpy. Did our little outing mess up your plans?” he leers, giving me his hand as we walk onto the street. “Was hethattasty?”
I grin, can’t help it. “You’ve no idea. He’s perfect.”
He hums and enters the car. “Poor little lamb. He doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into, does he?”
I smirk. “No, he doesn’t. Now shut up and let me take a nap.”
An hour later, we arrive at the posh event venue in downtown Seattle. It’s the top floor of a new skyscraper, all wood and carved stone on the inside. Tables are scattered around a stage with a podium from which the host will address us once the auction begins. Waiters carry trays with drinks and food bites, but my appetite is nowhere to be found. I’m still buzzing, still there on the couch with Daniel.
It sucks that I had to leave. I wanted to stay, to worship him more, to show him how insatiable he’s made me. But I needed to accompany Adam. He and I are coming to an end sooner than I’d thought, but we aren’t quite there yet. Arrangements need to be made in a way that won’t get the media all over Salinger Tech.
“Smile, Derek,” Adam grinds out, waving at somebody.
I look around. I don’t even know what’s being auctioned, he didn’t tell me, but it’s important to him, and so I must maintain my image.
A woman with pink hair and a fox-skin scarf approaches us. “Adam, dear, hello. It’s been a while since I saw you at one of these. You look stunning.”
He does, I’ll give him that. Impeccable as always, with his bold red lipstick, heeled platforms and form-hugging one-piece. As for the woman, she must be the organizer, and not just because the burgundy ball gown she’s wearing matches the décor.
“You know how it is, Marge, the work on the next fashion line has kept me busy.” Lies, Adam has a whole team do the hard work, and he only takes the credit. It is how I would’ve done it too, I’m not critiquing him, but I do find it rubbing me the wrong way tonight.
“I see you managed to drag your lovely Derek, too,” the old woman comments, flashing me a toothy smile.
I return it and pull Adam toward me, playing my role to perfection. “What can I say, Marge? He asked me nicely and I didn’t have it in me to turn him down.” They both giggle, then all three of us grab a glass of champagne each from a passing waiter. “Besides, I’m eager to support whatever cause he supports,” I add for good measure, because these events are always disguised as some charity thing or another.
Marge laughs, clearly impressed with my answer. Of course she is, I am good at this. I know what to say and how tosay it, how to get under the skin of everyone but a certain awkward artist that seems to have gotten under mine. Fuck, he was such a good boy. It felt amazing being inside him. The way he responded to me, the sounds he made, the desperate way in which he gave himself over… I don’t know how I’ll move on from that.
He’s perfect. Pure, innocent in some ways, brave and defying in others. He’s the light and I am the darkness, crawling closer and closer until I can fully consume him and make him like me.
