Page 43 of Paint Me Love
Our sushi comes then, and we both focus on it for a while. He asks me about my day and how the lesson with Jesse went. When the food is cleared and we are brought some matcha and mochi for dessert, I decide it’s time to strike.
“So, uh, I wanted to ask you something,” I start, twiddling my thumbs as I try to find the right words. “I… really enjoy our time together and the lessons, but—”
“This is about Adam, isn’t it?” he cuts in, his tone cold.
I flinch. Fuck, this is harder than I thought. What if he decides to end things between us because I’m overstepping? But I don’t want to be a sidekick, either. “Yes.”
“What about him, little artist?” he poses like it’s inconsequential. “Does it bother you that we are together even though I’ve been fucking you?”
His words stab me, making me regret the lovely dinner I had. “I don’t think it’s right… I never meant to come between you two, but…”
His lips curve up in dark satisfaction. “But?”
Fuck, Molly will hate me for this. “Even if it means we have to keep it a secret, I want to continue seeing you.”
What happens next is a blur. One moment I’m sitting across from him, trying and failing to look him in the eyes, and in the next, we are in some adjacent room with a spacious bed. I’m lying on top of it, and he’s hovering over me, caging me under. His eyes blaze and his expression is tense, like the fate of the world depends on what I say next.
“Yeah? Even though I’m cheating on my poor, unsuspecting boyfriend with you?”
I grit my teeth and take a deep breath, meeting his eyes. “I hate this. But I just want you too much, Derek. I don’t care how horrible a person it makes me.”
“Good.” He leans in and kisses me, his tongue pushing its way past my lips. It’s dominating and even hungrier than before, like I have awakened something dark inside him which can’t wait to get out. “Because Adam and I broke up. He found out.”
Pain stabs me, regret too. I never meant to hurt anybody. It just… happened, and I couldn’t stop it. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” He slips his hand inside my pants, clasping my cock. It reacts immediately, hardening by the second. “If you want me as much as you are saying, you must be willing to become part of my dirty world. To be a horrible person and do even worse.”
His fingers find my hole and press against it, rubbing with urgency. They are slicked with my pre-cum, but even so, I knowthe burn will be more than usual. Still, I spread my legs willingly, craving his touch.
“Good boy. That’s it. You are mine now, and you will do as I say.”
I knew this wouldn’t end well for me. I knew what I was getting into. He’s a force of nature, a dark storm on a dark, starless night, ready to swallow me. That’s not what I am afraid of.
What I am scared of is how much I like it.
20
Derek
WhenDanielandIaren’t fucking, we go on dates. Today we went to the Japanese garden and did a tea ceremony, after which he made me dress up in traditional Japanese attire and pose for him in front a Japanese maple tree and a waterfall. He called it my samurai alter-ego, took a picture and said he’ll make this his next project.
I couldn’t be happier.
“So, what do you do in your free time?” he asks as we hop into my SUV so I can take him home.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, like a hobby? Painting is both my passion and hobby, but I do read and watch series when I need a break. I also like to explore new places and… I think I’d love to travel the world one day.”
I take a few moments to think about my answer. “I don’t really have a hobby. Or much free time. But… lately, I’ve been enjoying looking at your paintings and I’ve been wondering if you’d let me watch you while you work. I think I’d like that.”
Daniel goes quiet, thoughtful. “Sure. But you can’t talk to me or move much or distract me or I won’t get anything done. And”—he licks his lips—“sex training can only happen after I’ve done my hours for the day. Understood?”
As much as I’d love to tie him to a bed and fuck him all day, I don’t wish to infringe upon his passion. “Deal.”
He kisses me on the cheek as I park the car in front of his apartment building. “Let me know when you’ll be dropping by.”
It’s been a week since Adam and I made our breakup official, and I still haven’t told Daniel the truth. I want to and I don’t, so I don’t know if I will. It’s mostly inconsequential semantics, though I do wonder if he’ll get angry that I let him feel guilty for coming between me and Adam when there was nothing there to begin with.
