Sasha's Portrait (4 page)

Derrick heaved a heavy sigh, pulling his lips back a fraction. “You didn’t learn anything, did you?” he asked ruefully, his eyes amused. “Or is it that I didn’t spank you long enough, hard enough?”

“I just want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me.” She knew her voice revealed her desperation and that he heard it plainly. She felt stupid, inexperienced, and so damn needy she thought she’d scream.

Derrick inserted one finger into her pussy, surprised at how tight she was. “How long has it been since you’ve had a man’s cock here?”

Shit, Sasha was afraid he was going to ask that. Hoping her answer didn’t put him off, she said, “Three years.”

“Damn, woman, no wonder you took me up on my offer so quickly. Why haven’t you had sex in three years? Or is it just men you haven’t had for that long? You prefer women?”

“What! Of course not.” Sasha couldn’t believe he’d suggested such a thing.

“Relax. It’s not as if it would turn me off. I watch my subs with other women.”

“I’m not your sub, and I’m not a lesbian,” she said darkly, wondering what he found so amusing. She hoped it wasn’t her naiveté.

“Mmmm, yes, well there’s always a first time for everything. But, right now, I’d say it’s way past time you got fucked. By a man.”

Lifting her in his arms, he strode purposely down the hall to her bedroom where he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

With a promise like that, Sasha wasn’t about to go anywhere. Scooting up on the bed, she waited for him to return. She heard him in the bathroom and then making the rounds in her house, presumably locking up. Apparently, he didn’t plan on any interruptions, which suited her just fine.

Derrick returned to her room and was in the process of shucking his jeans when her bookshelf caught his attention. Naked, he strolled over to it. Books of erotica filled the three short shelves, from suspense to paranormal to straight BDSM. Turning towards her, he smiled at her look of consternation.

Sasha watched him warily as he moved towards her, his hard cock in his hand, and a look of amusement on his face. She yelped when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed; his hands sliding up her legs to grasp her behind her knees.

As he knelt down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, his eyes remained on hers. “It’s past time you started to live out some of those fantasies, don’t you think?”

Sasha could only nod her head in silent agreement as he lowered his mouth to her pussy; his tongue swept through her moist slit like he was lapping up cream. Leaning on her elbows, she unashamedly watched him as he licked her again, and again; his grey eyes were on hers as he proceeded to give her more pleasure than she had ever known.

Derrick’s thumbs went to her folds and spread them wide; his eyes lowering to her glistening pink flesh; his senses filling with the smell of her arousal. By the look of wonder and excitement in her pale blue eyes, he wondered if this was her first experience in oral sex. The thought excited him as he buried his tongue in her pussy and licked her sweet cream, his lips sucking, and his teeth nibbling her sensitive flesh.

Sasha gasped, threw her head back and jerked her hips against his mouth. She had never imagined how wonderful a mouth could feel on her pussy, a tongue licking her, lips eating at her, the painful heat of his teeth on her clit.

“Oh, God!” she cried out when he sucked on her clit; his mustache tickled her exposed walls as he continued to make a meal of her cunt.

Derrick moved his hands down to grip her buttocks as she thrust against his face; her uninhibited response made his cock ache to be buried inside the warm, wet channel he was sucking. As he felt her orgasm ripple and tasted the gush of her come on his tongue, he rose above her, shoved her spread knees to her chest, and rammed into her pulsing sheath.

Her orgasm gripped his cock as he shoved in and out of her tight cunt; her juices coated his hard member. “Watch,” he commanded her, leaning back, his hands holding her knees back and spread wide.

Sasha looked down to where he surged in and out of her grasping cunt, breathing heavily from the strength of her orgasm, the sight of his wet cock as he pulled in and out of her spread lips thrilling her. He took her hard, rough and fast, and she loved every aching thrust. She collapsed as another orgasm erupted; her hands going to her breasts as her hips slammed against his. This wasn’t lovemaking or even sex, it was fucking, and she loved every second of it.

Derrick felt her second orgasm, loved the sight of her hands squeezing her breasts, and the way her hips met his over and over as he fucked her. He probably should have gone easier on her, been a little more gentle due to her inexperience, but his nature was to take, to dominate, and remain in control. A control he wasn’t sure he could maintain with this woman. He came in a heated rush; his come spewing deep inside her womb. He was thankful he had decided to give in to his curiosity and finally made this trip to meet Sasha face to face.

Sasha woke early the next morning as she usually did. Even a vigorous, unaccustomed night of sex couldn’t keep her from rising at the break of dawn. Slipping quietly from the bed, she grabbed a robe and padded into the kitchen, leaving Derrick sprawled face down in her bed sound asleep. As she put coffee on, her sore body reminded her of all the activity she had indulged in yesterday, and she smiled ruefully. Who would ever have thought she would be fucking Derrick Matthews?

Patrons that bought his artwork from her often speculated on what he looked like and what it would be like to catch the attention of such a man. A man whose life literally revolved around sex. The men were envious of his open lifestyle; the women were curious about what it would take to get his attention. She still didn’t know what he saw in her or why he was making the effort to broaden her horizons. He was a man who frequented places that catered to people who knew the score, experienced people in ways she could barely imagine. She was resigned to the fact that he would get bored with her long before his week on Nantucket was up, and that he would probably leave early or move to the bed and breakfast where she had made reservations for him.

Sasha poured herself a cup of coffee, laced it with cream and sugar, and leaned against the counter as she stared out at the beautiful sunrise. She planned on enjoying the man for as long as he wanted her; and, when he left, she would have real memories instead of fantasies to masturbate to.

Derrick watched Sasha sip her coffee as she leaned on the counter and stared at the rising sun. Dressed in a short terry cloth robe, her long legs bare and her round ass stuck out was more temptation than he could resist. Moving up behind her, he leaned one hand on the counter next to her as he lifted her robe with the other.

“I thought I told you I wanted you naked here at home.”

Sasha jerked; her coffee sloshing before she set the cup down hastily. He exposed her bare ass, and she was immediately turned on, her pussy dampening with need. “I…I forgot,” she stammered as his hand rested lightly in her left buttock.

“Then you need a reminder.” His hand swatted her ass hard causing her to cry out.

Sasha lowered her head to her folded arms, unconsciously assuming a pose of submission as he spanked her hard and fast, the sting making her gasp in both pain and pleasure. Sasha wiggled in frustration, needing to be fucked, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let up on his painful ministrations.

“Derrick, please,” she finally moaned, loving the fiery heat in her ass but needing to feel him deep in her pussy.

Derrick relented even though he was enjoying the feel of her hot flesh beneath his palm. Releasing his cock, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy from behind, taking her fast and hard again. The way she shoved back against him, the grasping walls of her cunt as she quickly climaxed, told him this was how she wanted it. Their grunts and the sound of their slapping hips sounded crude in the quiet morning, the lilt of birds singing seemed incongruous as they fucked so hard and fast.

Derrick shuddered, groaning as he came inside her tight pussy, her walls milking his cock until there was nothing left.

Sasha tried to maintain an air of nonchalance as they ate breakfast, but being completely naked while a handsome, virtual stranger sat across from her was making it almost impossible. Derrick wore nothing but jeans, and his muscled chest coated with dark curling hair was hard to ignore as was the glint in his cool eyes as he eyed her naked breasts across the table. His hair was pulled back in a leather band; and, for the first time, she noticed the silver hoop earring in his right ear. All he needed was an eye patch and he’d make a perfect pirate.

“You have a fabulous body,” Derrick commented. “I don’t know why you want to hide it.”

“I don’t hide it,” she returned defensively. “Until you showed up yesterday, there was no reason to flaunt it. Besides, I’m just ordinary, nothing voluptuous or sexy like I’m sure you’re used to.”

“Fishing, Sasha? I’ve already said I like your body. Don’t you believe me?”

Sasha swallowed a bite of eggs and took a sip of juice before answering. “Let’s just say that, having viewed your artwork for the past two years and being well aware of your preferences, I don’t see myself fitting in.”

Derrick smiled openly at her innocence. “You think only tall, buxom blondes frequent the clubs I do, or that doms are only interested in one type of figure?”

Sasha blushed, again, wishing she wasn’t so ignorant about such things. “How am I supposed to know?” she answered peevishly.

“Trust me,” he said. “You’d fit in perfectly. If you were my sub, I’d be bombarded with requests to share you.”

Sasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “You actually share your partners?”

“Of course. Whatever pleases me. After all, being a dom, it’s all about my pleasure.”

“What if your sub doesn’t want to be with another person?” she asked, appalled but intrigued.

Derrick shrugged his shoulders, his look as cool as his tone. “That wouldn’t matter. Subs do as they’re told. If not, the relationship ends then and there. They know the rules and they enjoy them, so quit looking so shocked. It’s not like they’re forced to do anything they don’t want to do.”

From all her reading, Sasha knew that. She had just never compared the fiction of her novels to the reality of such liaisons. Considering the pleasures she had discovered with Derrick in the last day, more than she had experienced in her whole twenty-five years, she couldn’t deny that she was intrigued.

Rising, she gathered up the dishes and took them to the sink, conscious of her nudity. “I need to get ready to get to the gallery. You’re welcome to use the front bathroom.”

Chapter Four

After Sasha dropped Derrick at the car rental agency, she headed to her gallery, leaving him instructions on how to get there. As soon as he took care of the necessities concerning the damaged car and arranged for another one, he would meet her, and they would go over his stock for the open house scheduled for that weekend.

Sasha lifted the largest of his new paintings from the back of her car and carried it into the gallery. Unlocking the door and flipping on the light, she viewed her small enterprise with pride. She had gone to work for the gallery right out of college; her double major of business and art making her an excellent candidate to some day take over the business. That day came sooner than either she or her boss, John Manning, had anticipated when he had a sudden heart attack six months after she had started work. The close call scared John into slowing down and enjoying his life. At the age of sixty-eight, he decided to retire, sell the gallery to his promising young protégé, and enjoy his senior years with his wife.

Having lost her parents in a car accident while in college, Sasha had no family, and John happily filled that gap. Lending her his full support over the past two years, she had managed to keep the gallery going at the same success as John had. Researching new artists was vital in keeping customers coming back. When she had first viewed some of DOM’s artwork on line at some very prestigious galleries, she had been hesitant to take on such controversial subject matter. But, much to her surprise, John had been all for it – citing the success of DOM’s art,
and
the numbers of rich and famous that often frequented the island. He thought DOM’s art would fit in perfectly; and, if handled right, it would bring new customers to her gallery.

He had been right. Of course, there were those few who viewed such subject matter as pornography and protested her acceptance of such a client, but the flock of new customers to her gallery along with the support of many of her regulars far outweighed the naysayers, and the small furor of protests died down quickly. Within six months of adding DOM as a client, her gallery’s profits had increased by fifteen percent, and she had customers on a waiting list for his work.

Sasha’s gallery consisted of the main viewing room, which was the largest room, and three smaller rooms that held specific genres. DOM’s work was in one of these but would be moved to the front for his show. Leaning his painting against the wall in his room, Sasha lifted the cover off the three by two foot framed masterpiece. Standing back, she gasped at the sheer erotic beauty of the bound, naked woman.

Arms tied above her head, the woman hung suspended; her feet barely touching the floor. Her head was thrown back, blond hair cascading to her hips right above her buttocks that were covered with faint red stripes. The curve of her breast could be seen from the side, the barest hint of a pointed nipple depicted. The faint outline of a man was standing to the side; a flogger clutched in his hand let the viewer know where the red stripes came from.

Sasha felt her pussy dampen as it always did when she viewed his work. She wondered how it would feel to be at a man’s mercy, trust him enough not to seriously hurt her, allow herself to be used for his gratification, and receive her own pleasure through him. She wondered who the subject was in the painting and if Derrick had fucked her. Sasha tried to picture herself in such a pose and simply couldn’t, but it didn’t prevent her from daydreaming, imagining what it would be like.