Sasha's Portrait Page 2

  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 t
he 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.

  “The tow truck’s on its way,” Sasha said when he returned with his bags. “They need the information from your rental agency.”

  “I’ll give them a call.” Setting down his bags in the living room, he walked over to where she stood nervously in the kitchen doorway. Her nipples puckered, blatantly revealing how his nearness affected her. Reaching out, he palmed her breast through the thin shirt. “I want to stay here, with you, this week,” he said bluntly, his eyes rising from her breasts to her face. “I want to fuck you in every way possible and then start all over again.”

  Sasha couldn’t help but lean into his hand, wishing he’d pull up her shirt and touch her naked breast. But, before she could give in to temptation, she had to be as open and honest as he was. “I’m not a submissive.” She wanted him to know she was willing to go only so far with him.

  “No, you’re not. But then, I didn’t ask you to submit to me. I asked you to fuck me. There’s a definite difference.”

  Her brows drew into a frown. “What?”

  “If you were a sub, I wouldn’t ask.”

  She colored at her ignorance and wondered if she was too inexperienced to be able to please a man such as him. “I’m not very experienced,” she admitted shyly. “I don’t know if I can satisfy you the way you’re used to.”

  Her red face told him what it cost her to admit her insecurities; her hard nipple poking his hand told him she was more than willing to try. “Don’t worry about that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very satisfying week, in several ways.”

  Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. She really did want to get naked with this man. “You can put your bags in my room. I’ll order a pizza, if that’s all right for dinner. I wasn’t planning on company tonight.”

  “I like the works on mine,” he said, releasing her breast and retrieving his bag.

  Derrick returned to the kitchen as she was hanging up the phone from ordering the pizza. “It’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

  “Good,” he nodded as he turned one of the kitchen chairs away from the table and sat down. “That will give us enough time to get a little matter taken care of.”

  “What?” she asked warily, her throat suddenly dry.

  “Your punishment for your earlier liberties with my cock. Come here, Sasha,” he commanded.

  Sasha moved slowly towards him; her heart pounded with trepidation; her pulse leapt with excitement. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind or if she would enjoy it if it involved pain. But she thought she just might.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to spank that ass of yours. Something you’ll have to get used to if you want me to stay this week.”

  Sasha simply nodded, too nervous to speak. She wouldn’t ruin her chances of sharing an erotic week with this man by balking at the first unknown experience.

  “Pull down your shorts and bend over here,” he said patting his lap.

  Sasha slowly lifted her hands to the waist of her shorts, pushing them down to her mid thigh. Leaning over, she draped herself across his hard thighs and almost gasped at how turned on she was to be in such a position. She felt completely vulnerable lying there with her shorts down, her naked ass revealed for his abuse. Her head hung almost to the floor, and she felt the blood rush to her face. She gasped when his hand rested on her right buttock and slowly roamed her soft flesh. She couldn’t stifle a groan as she felt her pussy dampen and swell with need.

  “Uh, huh. We can’t have that,” he admonished, lifting his hand from her cheek before bringing it back down, hard.

  Sasha yelped but didn’t try to get away. The pain quickly subsided and left behind heated pleasure before he smacked her again, harder. His swats came faster and harder until she was squirming on his lap and whimpering in pain; her body was on fire with an aching need to come. She couldn’t believe how much the pain turned her on; how much she loved the feel of his hard hand hitting her soft, vulnerable flesh; and how much she wanted him to continue.

  Derrick had originally intended to go easy on her as it was her first experience in punishment. But her cries of pleasure, the way she started to lift her hips for each swat, and the beautiful crimson flush of her buttocks made him continue; his smacks covering her entire ass before moving to the tops of her thighs. Her ass was perfect, round, firm globes made for punishing, made for him.

  By the time he stopped, she had tears in her eyes, and her pussy was seeping her juices down her thighs. Inserting one long finger into her folds, he was pleased to feel how much she had enjoyed that.

  “Please, Derrick,” she pleaded softly, wiggling against his hand.

  “No pleasure right now, Sasha,” he said sternly, removing his hand from her tempting pussy and lifting her off his lap. “Go stand in the corner, pants down, until the pizza gets here.”

  Sasha didn’t think she could become more mortified over this experience, but she was wrong. She knew he knew how excited her first spanking had made her, how wet she was, and how she ached for an orgasm that his abuse had elicited. Now, she was actually going to stand in a corner like a wayward child; her shorts lowered, exposing her redden buttocks. As she moved to the corner, she couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure she got at doing his bidding, at knowing how excited he was in seeing her thusly chastised.

  Her buttocks felt swollen and hot; the ache a pleasant throbbing stimulant to her overheated senses. She couldn’t wait to fuck him.

  Chapter Three

  “Why do you wear such ugly clothes?” Derrick asked before taking another big bite of pizza.

  Sasha frowned, looking down at her usual attire for around the house. Shrugging, she replied, “They’re comfortable. It’s not like I have to please anyone. I do live alone.”

  “You did. For the next few days, you have to please me, and it would please me to have you naked, or near naked, when we’re here.”

  Her eyes widened in shock and arousal. “I can’t just sit around naked!”

  “Why not?”

  “Well,” she floundered, wondering what to say.

  Derrick chuckled at her dilemma. “See, there’s no reason why not. You don’t have a bra or panties on. Is that because you like the feel of the soft cloth against your pussy and your nipples or because it makes it easier to touch yourself whenever the urge strikes?” At her vivid flush, Derrick knew he had hit it right on the button.

  Sasha wasn’t so sure she liked the way he could peg her so easily especially after only knowing her a few hours. Of c
ourse, in those few hours, she had jacked him off, masturbated in front of him, and allowed him to spank her naked ass. The fact was that was exactly why she wore such loose clothing with nothing underneath. She loved touching herself, bringing herself to orgasm. Or maybe it was just that she loved to come and getting herself off was her only respite. Until now.

  Sasha refused to answer him, swallowing her last bite of pizza down a throat suddenly gone dry.

  “I’ll take it by your silence that I’m right. When you become my sub, though, I’ll expect an answer when I ask you something.”

  “I’m not becoming your sub, I told you that.” Just the thought of allowing him complete control over her terrified her. She was too ignorant about such matters to be able to fit into that part of his world. Reading about submitting and actually doing it were two different things, even if she did have to admit that the reality of being spanked was far better than she could have imagined.

  “Well, certainly not anytime soon. Right now, we’ll settle for some tutoring.” Rising from the table, he took her hand and led her into the living room. Stopping in front of the sofa, his hands went to the hem of her shirt, and he slowly lifted it over her head, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Don’t you want to go into the bedroom?” Sasha asked, resisting the urge to cover her breasts.

  “Eventually,” he replied as he skimmed her loose shorts down her long, lean legs. “Right now, I want you to sit on the couch, brace your feet on the table here, legs spread as wide as you can. I want to watch you masturbate for me again.”

  Sasha sat down, excited about doing as he asked. She recalled the way he had watched her earlier, his eyes glued to her pussy as she came, and remembered how much it had turned her on to have an audience.

  Derrick moved across from her, sitting in a wide, stuffed chair. He had an excellent view of her pussy as she spread her legs. “Scoot down more towards the edge. I can see more that way.”