Sasha's Portrait (5 page)

Derrick watched Sash quietly from the doorway. She was so engrossed in his painting that she hadn’t heard the bell ring as he entered the gallery. Her back was to him, her dark, sable hair pulled back in a cream colored silk scarf that matched her short sleeve sweater. Her broomstick, pleated skirt was calf length, covering most of her legs, but her ankles looked slim and sexy in heeled sandals.

Derrick thought of last night and her uninhibited responses. For a woman sorely lacking in sexual activity, she had proven to be remarkably open and unabashedly exuberant in her responses. She was naïve, charmingly so, but so sexy and needy it was enough to make him break a steadfast rule of never getting involved with a woman who didn’t adhere to his lifestyle. For the past thirteen years, since he was twenty two and had attended his first BDSM club, he hadn’t been with a woman who didn’t submit to him in any and every way, women who enjoyed his domination as much as he did. But, damn, if he didn’t want to tutor Sasha slowly, confident of her desire to experience what he had to offer instead of content to live out her fantasies through erotic novels and art.

Derrick smiled when Sasha’s hand went to her breast; her fingers lightly grazing her nipple as she stared at his painting. Moving up behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Derrick!” Sasha exclaimed. Before she could move her hand, Derrick held his over hers, trapping her palm against her breast.

“It’s not my fault you were so engrossed you didn’t hear me come in,” he murmured in her ear, his tongue sweeping the rim seductively, his mustache tickling her neck. “Are you imagining yourself in a similar position? Is that why your nipple is so hard?”

“I was just admiring your work. It’s very…seductive.”

“Mmmm, yes, I suppose it is.” His lips moved down her neck. She arched back, giving him easier access, and her breath quickened as his hand moved down to the row of small buttons on her sweater.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly as he unbuttoned her sweater to just below her bra.

“Releasing your breasts. Wouldn’t you rather touch them without any barriers?” Without waiting for her answer, he spread her sweater open, unclasped the front hook on her bra, and pushed the cups aside. Taking her hand, he laid it on her right breast while his cupped the left.

“Derrick, someone might come in.” Her protest was only half hearted; her desire far outweighing her modesty.

“Yes, I know. Isn’t it exciting?” His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a gasp from her, her own fingers pulling tautly on her other nipple. “Tell me what you like about this painting,” he demanded.

“She looks so….I don’t know, I don’t know the right word. It’s like she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, doing anything else.”

“Exactly. She’s happiest, most content, when she’s giving herself over to her master’s control, his needs. It’s what she lives for, his happiness. Through his, she finds her own.”

“You must know her well.”

Derrick chuckled behind her, their hands continuing their leisurely exploration of her naked breasts. “Well enough. Do you want to know if I fucked her?”

“No, that’s none of my business,” she quickly denied even though it was a lie.

Derrick let it drop, pleased with her curiosity. “Come here,” he said, moving her to stand in front of another of his paintings that was mounted on the wall. “Do you like this one?”

Sasha continued to fondle her breast, her gaze riveted to the dark haired woman in the painting. Black hair framed an attractive face; bright green eyes glazed over with lust stared forward. Painted from the chest up, her hands were cupping her full breasts; the nipples pinched tightly in silver loops, a shiny chain connecting the two clamps. It looked painfully stimulating, the puffy swollen tips painted in erogenous detail.

“Yes. She looks like she really enjoys the way the clamps feel. You’re very good at depicting how they feel.”

“That’s because I know how they feel.” Derrick moved his hand down her waist, pulling up her skirt as he went. “Tell me, Sasha. Is your pussy wet?” His hand rested on her panty covered mound.

Sasha saw no need to deny what he could easily discover himself. “Yes, you know I am.”

Derrick again guided her to another display, this one an assortment of framed photographs in various sizes; some were small five by sevens as well as an array of eight by tens. All were of women in various suggestive poses. Some were bent over, bound, their asses red from abuse. Others were full frontal nudity, displayed sexually, their legs spread, and their pussies glistening wetly. Nothing was left to the imagination, and Sasha had often looked at them and wondered what it would be like to be photographed thusly and put on display, her cunt inevitably swelling, dampening at just the thought, just as it was now.

Derrick moved his hand down, cupping her crotch, feeling her wetness through her panties. “Would you like to pose for me, Sasha? You’d make an excellent model.” His hand slid into her panties, two fingers slipping easily between her slick folds and into her wet sheath.

Sasha gasped, arching into his hand. Derrick’s other hand held her tightly around the waist as she rode his finger, an orgasm erupting quickly, catching her by surprise by not only its suddenness but its intensity. Whimpering, she shuddered in his arms; her body shaking with the quickness and the intensity of her release.

Derrick pulled his fingers from her sopping cunt and lifted them to her mouth. “Lick them clean,” he ordered roughly. Her fast response was so fucking exciting it was all he could do not to throw her on the floor and fuck her then and there.

Sasha was still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, her body shuddering in release. She didn’t think to hesitate at his command. Taking his fingers, she put them in her mouth, sucking them as she would a cock; her face turned towards his, her eyes open. She tasted herself and wanted to taste him, wanted to suck him instead of his fingers. She had never gone down on a man before, had never even wanted to. Now, she wanted nothing more.

Derrick’s cock stiffened even further as her large blue eyes stared into his, her mouth sucking his fingers like they were his cock. She took him completely by surprise when she slowly released his fingers, her eyes never leaving his as she knelt before him, her hands going hesitantly to his belt.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, wanting him to know she wasn’t sure about what to do.

Repeating her earlier words, he said, “Someone might come in. If they do, I won’t let you stop.”

As she released his large, hard cock into her hands, Sasha didn’t care about the consequences of being discovered. It was early, and she rarely had customers before ten, but just the thought that she might be seen kneeling at his feet, his cock in her mouth, her naked breasts on display excited her unbearably.

Slowly, she lowered her mouth, taking him deep, yet still unable to take all of him. Derrick grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the base, showing her how to guide him in and out of her mouth.

“Suck, Sasha, hard. Wrap your tongue around me, moving it up and down the length.”

Sasha did as instructed, loving the feel of his hardness stretching her lips, the taste of his pre come on her tongue. As he thrust easily in and out of her mouth, she soon got into the rhythm.

Derrick reached down and took her other hand and settled it on his balls. “Cup them, baby, like you do your breasts.”

Sasha did. She liked the way they drew up and hardened as his cock stiffened further, jerking in her mouth, indicating he was close to coming. His hand grabbed her head, pulling her hair as he fucked her mouth faster and harder. Sasha liked the little nip of pain, liked the way he stared down at her, his eyes hard with lust, his nostrils flared with need.

“Now, Sasha. Swallow my come. Don’t stop until you’ve drained me,” he ordered, his hips bucking faster, harder; his cock bruising her mouth as she took him deep and felt him ejaculate.

Sasha loved the taste of his come and loved the way he took her mouth roughly. She continued to suck him, her hands fondling his balls and shaft as he slowed his thrusts until he was depleted.

It took them all morning to rearrange the gallery for his showing. They worked together, making comments on each piece, which ones they thought would sell, putting sold signs on those that were private commissions and already belonged to someone else. Sasha tried desperately to concentrate on business, to remember that he was a client, a prosperous client, and that she was just a small diversion for him. She had no place with a man like him and had no delusions that what had started would surely end with his departure.

Sasha watched him unobtrusively as he uncovered another painting and raised it to hang on the wall. It wasn’t as large as the one he had masturbated her to, but it still showed every intimate detail of the woman’s wet body as she stood under a waterfall surrounded by lush greenery. Her head was thrown back, dark hair cascading down to her hips. She had one hand covering a plump breast and the other between her legs. But what caught Sasha’s attention was the detailed showing of her completely shaved pussy. Her bare, plump lips were done in minute detail, the insertion of a single finger between the pink folds clearly discernable. All she could think of was how that warm water would feel on such a bare, intimate area.

“How does that look?” Derrick asked, stepping back as he hung the picture.

Like something she’d like to experience, she thought but kept to herself. “Great. That one should go quickly.”

Derrick eyed her knowingly. “Like it, do you?”

“I like all your work.” She wasn’t about to admit how she was tempted to ask him about that model also.

“Now that’s an evasive answer if I ever heard one.” Walking over to her, he cupped her chin in his palm and lifted her face to his. His mouth swooped down on hers; his lips taking hers in a hard kiss.

Sasha moaned, leaned into him, and opened her mouth for the invasion of his tongue. He kissed the way he did everything sexual: thoroughly, arousingly, achingly, and erotically forceful. He was a master at taking over her senses and drawing out the fastest and most intense responses from her she had ever imagined. She could quickly get used to regular sex with him and could be tempted to submit to him completely. Which was like being doused with cold water.

Pulling back, Sasha moved away from the temptation of his hard body. “We better finish up.”

“From your withdrawal, I assume you mean with work and not sex,” he eyed her with tolerant amusement.

“We just had sex, Derrick, it’s time for work.” She hadn’t meant to sound so prim; but, because she wanted sex more than to finish preparing for the most important showing since owning the gallery, she had to force herself to hide her true desire.

“You’re the boss. Here, for now.”

Derrick went out to her car to bring in the remaining paintings and photographs for the show. Never had a woman gotten to him so quickly, he thought as he lifted his work and took it back inside. Sasha was a delightful blend of innocence and suppressed desire. She ached to let loose and experience everything she had only fantasized about and read. The past two days had just been an appetizer for her, enough to increase her hunger, a hunger aching to be satisfied.

Never had he wanted to waste any time on teaching a woman the ropes, guiding her to

accept his needs thus fulfilling her own. But he wanted that with Sasha. Wanted to watch her face, see her expressive eyes as he showed her all the pleasures that could be reaped by submitting to him. She was willing, to a point. Of that he had no doubt. And he was willing, for some strange inexplicable reason, to move slowly, enlightening her vision as he guided her to total surrender.

Right now, he wanted her and needed to show her who was boss. “Let’s break for lunch, go for a drive,” he suggested.

Sasha glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was past noon already. “All right. I’ll put out the closed sign. We’re just about ready anyway.”

Grabbing her hand, he led her outside into the bright, warm sun. “Let’s take the jeep. We’ll pick up burgers and drive along the coast with the wind and sun on us.”

Sasha laughed, “I guess that’s something I take for granted living here. There’s a burger joint up on the corner.”

Derrick drove while they ate. He was surprisingly adept at steering and eating at the same time. The jeep was completely open, and the warm breeze did feel good, she thought, as she gave him instructions on where they could take a leisurely drive. It didn’t take long to leave the city behind. Sasha gathered up the wrappers and tossed them in the back when they finished. Derrick’s directive startled her as she turned back around.

“Show me those pretty breasts again, Sasha.”

Sasha glanced at him in surprise. “Now?”

“Yes, now.” He waved his free arm. “We’re practically alone out here, there’s little to no traffic, and I want to see you.”

Sasha’s cunt grew wet at the thought of exposing herself outside with the threat of being seen. She barely hesitated before unbuttoning her sweater completely. When she hesitated at the clasp of her bra, he reassured her.

“Don’t worry, I can get you covered quickly if we see a cop.”

She had no doubt he had plenty of experience in this area and relaxed enough to give in to temptation. Releasing her breasts, she almost gasped aloud at the erotic feel of the warm breeze on her nakedness.

“Touch them, Sasha,” he growled, her look of pure bliss as she exposed herself making his cock harden further.

Sasha cupped her breasts; her fingers plucking at her nipples. She had always liked touching herself, loved the feel of her breasts and hard nipples in her hands. Of course, it wasn’t near as good as when Derrick had touched her, but it was a close second.

“You like touching yourself, masturbating.”

“Yeah, I do,” she admitted shyly. There was no sense in denying what was obvious.

“If you were my sub, I’d have you masturbate for me in front of others. You’d like that,” he stated, sure of himself.