Sasha's Portrait (2 page)

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, she thought as she continued to move up and down his hard length, the feel of him in her hand making her burn with lust. She wanted to see him come, watch him spurt his seed on his rock hard waist. If she had the nerve, she’d go down on him, see what it felt like to take that hard cock in her mouth and taste his come on her tongue. She had never done that, had no desire to do that, until now. Now, just the thought made her drool and made her pussy clench in need. She wanted to suck on him, take him deep in her throat, and feel his hot come coating her mouth. Instead, she moved her hand down and cupped his right sac. Like the rest of him, his balls were large, one filling the palm of her hand as she fondled it before moving to the other and then back up his cock.

She checked his face again, but he was still sleeping deeply. The sight and feel of him was too much temptation for her poor, deprived senses, and she couldn’t ignore the plea of her own body any longer. Rising to her knees next to him, her hand pumping his cock faster and faster, she pulled down her shorts with the other and quickly shoved two fingers into her sopping pussy.

Her breathing grew heavy as she continued ministering to them both, her hands pumping along with their hips. When he lifted his hips on a long groan, Sasha watched wide-eyed as he ejaculated on his stomach; her hand catching some of his sperm as he shot his seed into it. She lifted her hand from his cock, intent on bringing it to her mouth to taste him when her eyes locked on his and caught him staring at her.

Embarrassed shock held her immobile for a split second, but when he glanced down at her fingers buried in her pussy, she couldn’t help but groan.

“Finish it,” he said roughly, his eyes glued to her spread knees and her marauding fingers.

Sasha was too close to stop; her need intensified by his rough demand and burning gaze. Her hips jerked, her fingers plundered, her palm rubbed hard on her clit. Her orgasm erupted quickly, whipping through her with an intensity that shocked her and left her breathless. She couldn’t remember ever coming that fast or that hard. Before she had time to orient herself, a hard hand grabbed her fingers and brought them to his mouth. Grey eyes locked on hers, and she couldn’t look away as he slowly licked each digit clean.

“What’s your name?” he asked when he had cleaned her fingers.

“S..Sasha,” she stuttered, completely out of her depth.

His eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow warmth filled them as his lips quirked in a small, knowing grin. “Well, Sasha, I’d say you’ve been a very naughty girl. I just might have to punish you.”

Sasha quickly came to her senses; her face blushing crimson as she pulled up her shorts and scrambled off the bed. “I..I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have…..”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and took pity on her. Smiling, he asked, “Do you have a bathroom were I could wash up?” Ruefully, he glanced down at the come drying on his abdomen.

“Oh! Of course. Down the hall to the right. I’ll just go grab your clothes from the dryer.”

“Thank you,” He rose nonchalantly and walked naked to the door. Turning back to her, he smiled at the way she eyed his buttocks. “I wouldn’t mind a cup of hot coffee, Sasha, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Sasha watched him stroll naked down her hall and wondered what the hell had gotten into her. She didn’t have time for this complication. She went to the kitchen to get his clothes and put on coffee. It was the least she could do after the liberties she had taken with him.

Chapter Two

Derrick found his clothes folded neatly outside the bathroom door a few minutes later. Picking them up, he thought Sasha Wells was a pleasant surprise. Thick sable hair hung down her back and framed an attractive face dominated by wide, vivid blue eyes. When his orgasm had brought him awake and he had been greeted by the erotic sight of her masturbating next to him, his first thought had been MINE. Watching her hips thrusting against her busy fingers, the light sheen of sweat coating her skin, and the flush of pleasure on her face had made him want to tie her down and spend the rest of the evening fucking that lean, sexy body.

Derrick quickly dressed after washing up, his cock hardening at the thought of seeing the rest of her naked, preferably bent over to receive her punishment. Leaving the bathroom, he moved quickly down the hall. In his haste, he bumped a small table and knocked a beach bag off, spilling a book and a pair of sunglasses. Picking it up, he slipped the sunglasses back inside, but the cover of the book caught his attention. Flipping through it, his lips lifted in a slow, wicked smile. His little curator was full of surprises he thought as he stuck the book back in the bag and moved toward where he thought the kitchen was.

Her house was small and quaint, decorated with seashell knick knacks throughout. The sound of the ocean and the cry of seagulls could be heard through the open windows. He stopped at the kitchen door and leaned negligently against the wall. Sasha’s back was to him, and she was muttering under her breath. She still wore those ugly, baggy grey cut off sweats and the loose, cropped white t-shirt. Her long legs were slender and made to wrap around a man, her buttocks looked soft and firm. He knew she wasn’t wearing underwear and that fact caused his cock to harden even more.

The coffee pot was full and sat next to her on the counter. Walking up behind her, he let her feel his hard on against her ass as he reached around her for the mug sitting next to the pot. “Is this for me?” he asked, his lips brushing her ear.

Sasha jumped and quickly moved away from his hard body. “Yes, help yourself,” she replied, refusing to look at him.

Chuckling, Derrick poured his coffee and then leaned against the counter, crossing his bare feet as he smiled at her. The bulge in his jeans was clearly noticeable, and her eyes kept straying there before jumping guiltily away. “It’s going to be a long week if you refuse to even look at me, Sasha.”

Startled blue eyes flew to his. “What do you mean?”

Derrick paused and then dropped his bombshell. “I’m Derrick Owen Marshall.”

Oh, shit, Sasha thought. Why doesn’t the earth just open up and swallow me now? Derrick Owen Marshall, better known at her gallery and several others simply as DOM, was exactly as she imagined him to be: tall, dark, handsome and exceedingly sexy with an air of dominance. Which, considering his career, wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was how much she wanted to feel that big, hard body taking over hers. Damn, she thought with a spurt of pride, did she really masturbate in front of him?

“You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” her tone was accusatory as if it was his fault she was attracted to him.

One dark eyebrow rose up as he gazed at her coolly out of penetrating grey eyes. “Which is why I was foolish enough to nod off while driving in from the airport. I was in a hurry to get here, to finally meet you, and pushed myself a little too much it seems.”

“You were in a hurry to meet me?” she asked, surprised. Sasha had been selling his erotic art in her small gallery for two years now, but they had never met face to face. Their correspondence had been by e-mail, and his paintings had always been shipped to her gallery.

“Don’t you think we’d waited long enough?” he asked, amused by the wariness in her eyes. “You’re the only proprietor I haven’t met. I’ve visited the other four galleries that sell my work several times. Although, it does help to have them located in cities whose clubs I frequent on a regular basis.”

Being a famous, much sought after artist of erotic art, especially among those whose lifestyles involve BDSM, Derrick was well known in the most popular BDSM clubs around the country, clubs he frequented both as an artist and as a Dom. She knew he was wealthy even without the lucrative income from his paintings, and that his paintings sold like hotcakes in her small gallery. Nantucket, a small island off the east coast, was frequented by the idle rich but offered little in the ways of entertainment such as Derrick’s clubs. His paintings, graphic in nature, left nothing to the imagination and were a big draw for those who could afford them.

“I’ve often wondered why you chose my gallery,” she said. “There’s very little to entertain someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

Sasha blushed, realizing that must’ve sounded insulting. “You know. Someone whose lifestyle is…..” she stammered to a stop, not knowing how to say it without sounding judgmental.

Derrick set his cup down and moved slowly towards her. “Whose lifestyle is what, Sasha?” he murmured, backing her against the opposite counter, his arms caging her in. He had left his shirt unbuttoned, and he could feel her eyes caressing his bare chest, her breathing getting heavier.

Sasha swallowed hard. “Well, different,” she said for lack of anything better.

His lips brushed hers softly. “Different from some, the same as others. I like to be in control, in everything, especially when it comes to sex. There are those who like giving up that control. I see no reason why we shouldn’t get what we want, when we want, how we want.” His lips brushed hers again.

Sasha wondered what it would be like to give up complete control to him. Pleasurable, erotic, mind blowing. Something she had only read about, fantasized about. Something she knew she’d never have the nerve to do, no matter how much it had always appealed to her, no matter how attracted she was to him. Her nipples tightened into hard points, aching to feel his hands, his lips. Her pussy dampened her shorts; her juices seeping out along her thigh.

Derrick looked pointedly at her nipples; the hard tips clearly noticeable through the flimsy t-shirt. His gaze moved back up to snare hers; his voice low and rough as he stated simply, “You want me.”

Sasha didn’t see the point in denying what was so obvious, but she also knew she was no match for this man, even though she longed to give in to temptation and see what she had been missing out on.

“We don’t always get what we want,” she whispered, wishing it weren’t so, wishing she had the nerve to turn over control to him.

“I usually do.”

Sasha had no doubt about that. “What do you want now?” she returned, unable to believe she had actually dared to ask him that. He was a man who wouldn’t hesitate to answer openly and honestly.

Derrick looked back down at her breasts. “I want you to lift your shirt.” He raised his eyes back to hers. “Now.”

Sasha thrilled to his dark command, her pussy swelling more, getting even wetter. Her hands went to the bottom of the cropped shirt, and she slowly raised it, baring herself to him. She closed her eyes as he looked at her breasts, color rising along her cheeks and down her neck.

“Look at me.”

Sasha did so reluctantly, afraid she’d see disappointment on his face. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her lightly while cupping her right breast in his large, hard hand. “You fill my hand perfectly. So soft,” he said, looking down at his hand. His fingers pinched her nipple hard eliciting a groan from her. “So hard here.”

Sasha loved the feel of his hand on her breast, loved the nip of pain followed by pleasure as he pinched her nipple. She was getting in over her head and the thought both excited and terrified her.

“We better see about your car,” she whispered, his lips close to hers.

Stepping back, Derrick looked at her briefly, searchingly, before lowering her shirt. When he smiled, Sasha wondered what he saw, hoping her thoughts weren’t readable.

“I better get my paintings out of the back and call a tow truck.”

“It’s stopped raining. Do you need some help?”

“No, I’ll get them if you’ll get hold of a towing service for me.”

Sasha nodded her head and watched him as he left the kitchen. She would have the whole week with him she thought as she pulled out the phone book. They had an open house planned for this Saturday. She knew there were several fans of his work that had plans to spend the weekend on the island just to get a chance to meet DOM in person and get a personally signed painting from him. Along with his painting, Derrick also did photography and would have numerous, framed photographs available for purchase. His bio said he got his subjects for his photography mainly from volunteers at BDSM clubs. Most of his paintings were done by commissions, doms wanting their subs displayed in all their glory in their homes for all to see.

As she arranged for his rental car to get towed to the local garage, Sasha wondered what it would be like to pose for him. She already knew she wanted him to fuck her, something that surprised her given her reluctance to indulge in anything other than platonic dating with any of the men on the island. Not that they weren’t attractive. She had just never felt that bone melting, instant rush of lust for any of them the way she had with Derrick. She had been satisfied, if not happy, with seeing to her own needs and daydreaming about her fantasies. Until now. Derrick Matthews might prove too much temptation for her sex starved body, a temptation she wasn’t sure she wanted to deny.

Seeing as he would only be here for a week, what harm could it do to have a brief, definitely satisfying affair? She could never agree to be his sub, wouldn’t know how even if she wanted to. She had no idea if he even indulged in any other type of relationship, but she was more than willing to explore with him a little.

Derrick hauled the four large paintings back to Sasha’s and then returned to get his suitcase and leather satchel that held his photographs while trying to come up with a way to get her to invite him to stay with her this week instead of at the bed and breakfast where he had reservations. It had been years since he had had any type of sexual relationship with a woman that didn’t require the woman to submit to him completely. The places he frequented and the people he associated with all knew the score and wanted the same thing. The women bowed to him in all ways, and he maintained control for as long as they were together.

Sasha was definitely not in that category, but she wanted to be. And that’s what turned him on. Teaching her all the pleasures of submission and watching as she slowly succumbed to him and the pleasure he could give her was a temptation he couldn’t resist. She had a fantastic body, lean and long; her breasts the perfect size for his hands. He wanted to explore every inch of her flesh.