Sasha's Portrait (6 page)

Sasha smiled at him, ignoring the thrill his words gave her. “I’m not your sub.”

“I think you keep saying that to keep from revealing how much you want to be my sub.”

“Think what you want,” she said as she leaned her head back, ignoring him because he was right. The sun felt wonderful on her face and breasts, as did her hands. Her breathing quickened as she pulled on her nipples; her panties were uncomfortably wet. She was about to suggest they find a secluded place to pull over when he turned off the main road down a narrow lane. “Are we going parking?”

Derrick ignored the amusement in her voice, irritated with her answer. He was rapidly wanting more from her, and he didn’t hesitate to let her know. Pulling off the side road into a grove of trees, he shut the engine down and got out of the jeep.

Sasha watched him walk around to the passenger side and jerk the door open. He was scowling, his hands going to loosen the belt on his jeans.

“Roll over,” he ordered her curtly, making her panties wetter, her heart tripping with excitement and a touch of fear.

She reminded herself she wanted to experience as much as possible in these few short days with him as she turned over on the seat, her legs dangling outside, her feet on the ground. She gasped as he threw up her skirt and shoved her panties to her knees. She had never felt so exposed as she did now, being bared out in the open.

When Derrick’s hand landed hard on her naked ass, she cried out, as much from pain as pleasure. She buried her face as he smacked her over and over; her buttocks turning fiery red, leaving her painfully aroused.

Derrick leaned over her back, his hand removing his belt. “Now you’re going to feel my belt, Sasha, and learn not to get flippant with me.”

Before she had time to protest, he reared back, folded the belt over, and brought it down hard on her already red buttocks. Sasha jerked at the sting, crying out at the unexpected burn from the leather. But she didn’t ask him to stop; instead, she lifted for more and actually enjoyed the burn as he laid stroke after stroke on her backside. Her cunt was seeping, dripping down her thighs; her breasts, pressed against the leather seat, felt swollen; the nipples ached they were so hard. Reaching beneath her, she grabbed one stiff peak and pinched it hard as another blow landed on her ass.

“Derrick,” she pleaded, not sure what she was begging for. Her whole backside felt swollen, hot and aching, yet she continued to lift for each strike of the belt, her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

Derrick loved hearing her whimper in confused pleasure, but the sight of her tormenting her nipple as he was tormenting her ass was too much for him. Dropping the belt, he released his cock, grabbed her hips and shoved into her wet heat. “Fuck, Sasha. You’re so hot and wet, you’ll burn me up,” he groaned as he shoved in and out of her grasping cunt.

Sasha just groaned, her orgasm coming quickly, again, as she thrust back against his pumping hips. He took her hard and fast, the way she liked it, and she exploded around his cock, her sheath grasping him as she whimpered in pleasure.

Damn, Derrick thought, his eyes on her red buttocks and his cock jacking in and out of her cunt. Laying across the seat, her clothes askew, her cries revealing her pleasure, excited him unbearably, as did the sight of her naked ass. Wondering how she would react, he spread her buttocks with one hand, revealing her small, puckered hole.

“Derrick?” she questioned as her orgasm eased enough to take note of what he was doing.

Derrick pushed one finger in her tight hole, surprised at how easily it went in. Her gasp of pleasure, her easy acceptance, and the way she thrust her hips back against him as he continued to fuck her pussy and finger her asshole made him wonder if this was a new experience for her. “Do you like that, Sasha?” he asked roughly.

“Oh, yes, Derrick,” she admitted, enjoying the added sensation of having her anus penetrated.

He fucked her harder, faster, bringing her to another climax right before he found his own. As he shot his come deep inside her womb, he vowed to question her about her experiences with anal sex.

Chapter Five

Derrick watched Sasha as she moved among the crowd, smiling when a man asked her a question about one of his paintings, and she turned bright red. Maintaining her composure, she answered him and moved on, expertly playing the proprietor as well as the hostess. She was dressed in a form fitting, calf length knit dress in royal blue and two inch heeled sandals. The soft knit clung to her breasts and waist before flaring out around her legs. The color accented the vivid blue of her eyes and draped enticingly over her ass. If he had his way, the dress would be a lot shorter, and she would be naked underneath. When he had suggested this morning that she leave off her bra and panties, she had laughingly informed him she didn’t mind being naked under her clothes at home, but out in public was simply not acceptable. His cock hardened as he remembered responding by throwing her over his lap and spanking her long and hard, driving her to two orgasms before she knelt at his feet and sucked him off.

Sasha’s mind continually denied her wish to submit completely to him, but her body spoke volumes. She obeyed his every demand without qualms, which always led to a quick climax. She practically stayed wet; and, if he could get her to quit thinking and just let her body do the talking, she would be much happier. Even though he hadn’t taken the time nor had the desire to train a new sub in years, preferring to take on one that already knew and indulged in the lifestyle, he found himself wanting to train Sasha. It would require time and patience, something he rarely gave to any sub, but her potential pulled at him and made him yearn to nurture her submissive dreams. Watching her unfold slowly, showing her the erotic ways her body could be pleasured by turning control over to him, making his pleasure the main focus of her life, would be an awesome experience.

It was after eight by the time the last guest left, and Sasha put the closed sign out. Turning to Derrick, she smiled, “I think our first showing was a great success.” Looking around the gallery at all the empty spaces, she couldn’t have been more pleased. “What do you think? How does it compare to some of your other showings?”

Derrick smiled at her. He didn’t dare tell her this was a small showing compared to the larger galleries that held some of his work. He’d do anything to keep that glow of satisfaction on her face and erase any lingering doubts about herself or her gallery. “I couldn’t be happier, Sasha. You did a wonderful job putting this together.” Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her tenderly, deeply.

Sasha melted into his hard body; her arms going around his neck. He had never kissed her like this, like she meant something to him. Of course, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe she did, but it was nice to pretend that’s what it meant.

“I’m starving,” he said, his mouth hovering over hers. “Let’s go someplace nice and celebrate.”

“There’s a really nice seafood place not far. It’s real expensive,” she answered, her lips turning up in a teasing grin. “Since you made so much money today, you can treat.”

“Okay. You can pay later.”

Sashsa’s nipples tightened, and her pussy dampened at the suggestive look in his eyes. “Okay.”

Derrick laughed and grabbed her hand. “You’re so easy. I think I’ll test that.”

Sasha knew better than to ask him what he meant. Besides, wondering, being kept on the edge, was highly exciting. The restaurant was indeed very classy with white tablecloths, crystal wine glasses, low intimate music in the background, and dim lighting. The maitre’d showed them to a small booth in the far corner of the room where they could dine in relative privacy. They sat side by side in the booth, facing the rest of the room.

“This is nice,” Sasha said after they had ordered, and the waiter had poured their wine. “I’m really tired of pizza and sandwiches.”

“Is that what you usually eat when you don’t have company?”

“Since I never have over night guests, yes, that’s what I usually have when I’m at home. I do go out occasionally, with friends and on dates. But this and one other restaurant are the only fine dining places on the island. The rest of the restaurants are casual or fast food.”

Sipping his wine, he eyed her over the rim. “We need to get you off of this island. Have you ever been to New York?”

“Once, when I was a teenager. My parents took me for my high school graduation.”

“I bet they didn’t take you where I would take you.”

“You mean one of your clubs? No,” she said smiling. “My parents didn’t take me to a bdsm club.”

“I wasn’t talking about those clubs. There are several establishments in the cities that cater to varied lifestyles. I’d love to show you some of them,” he said gauging her reaction.

Sasha’s brows lowered in a frown mainly because she was tempted to take him seriously. “I told you…”

“I know you won’t become my sub. And I told you…I haven’t asked you.”

“Then why do you keep saying things like that?” she asked, exasperated.

“Just because there are certain places I want to take you, certain things I want to show you, and certain ways I want to fuck you, doesn’t mean I want you for a sub.”

“Oh, okay.” For some reason she wasn’t appeased by his answer as she should have been. Didn’t she continually tell herself she would indulge in any and everything she could with this enigmatic man in the few days she had him? She needed to remember their time together was very limited; and, in a few days, she would be alone again with her books and her hand her only release.

The waiter arrived with their meal, and they dined on steak and lobster, garlic mashed potatoes and fresh vegetables while they discussed the variety of people that came and went in the gallery that day. Sasha pushed her empty plate back and lifted her napkin to her mouth. Before she could wipe her lips, Derrick grabbed her wrist.

“Let me get that,” he said, his eyes on hers as he leaned forward and slowly licked the buttery sauce from her lips.

Sasha moaned, leaning into him, wanting to kiss him, but he held back. His tongue continued to lick her mouth, his eyes open and on hers as his hand inched up her thigh under her dress.

“Derrick,” Sasha whispered.

“Hmmm?”

His hand had reached her pussy, and she knew he could feel her wetness through the thin barrier. “Someone might see.”

“Not unless they’re lying on their back under the table. I know what I’m doing, Sasha.” His tone brooked no argument; his eyes were hard, gunmetal gray, and daring her to say no. “Lift up.”

Sasha swallowed nervously but did as he ordered. Swiftly, he had her panties down and tangled at her feet.

“Hand them to me.”

Sash lifted her foot enough to grab her panties and hand them to him under the table. Her dress was hiked to her hips; his hand resting now between her legs, covering her pussy. His lips covered hers in a hard kiss as he thrust two fingers into her sopping cunt. Sasha moaned, torn between desire and fear of being seen. She lived in this small town and had to see these people on a daily basis. She would never live it down if she was caught in such a compromising position. But, oh God, his fingers felt so good tunneling between her folds, ruthlessly driving her up until she didn’t care about anything except climaxing.

Derrick lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her flushed, indecisive face. “Scoot down and spread your legs. You’re going to come, Sasha, here in this restaurant with the threat of someone knowing what you’re doing hanging over you.”

“Derrick, please,” she begged even as she did as instructed and scooted her hips forward, spreading her legs.

“Please what? Please stop or please make you come?” His fingers fucked her pussy ruthlessly, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing the small bud until she broke out into a sweat and closed her eyes in denial. “Now, baby, come for me!”

And she did. Moaning, she threw her head back, lifted her hips into his marauding hand, and let the waves of pleasure envelop her, taking over her senses until there was nothing left but pure, unadulterated pleasure. When she finally came back down to earth and opened her eyes, it was to see their waiter standing there, gaping at her.

“Uh, excuse me,” he mumbled, his face turning beet red. “I was wondering if you’d like some dessert or are you ready for the check?”

“I think my date has already had her dessert, thank you. We’ll take the check,” Derrick answered smugly. When the waiter left, he pulled his fingers from her quivering cunt and brought them to his mouth. “Time for my dessert,” he said before licking the evidence of her desire from each one slowly.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Sasha said, tears forming. “Derrick, I live here. You don’t. This is a small town. If he starts spreading that around…”

“Relax. I’ll have a word with him when I pay the bill and give him his tip. He won’t say anything. But, Sasha, have you considered your reputation since showing my work? Surely it can’t be any worse than the criticism you received then.”

“Depicting your lifestyle and indulging in it are two different things, Derrick, and you know it.”

“You could have refused.”

And that was the problem, Sasha silently acknowledged. She could have said no, but she didn’t because she wanted him to get her off, here, in public, with the chance of being caught. It had turned her on unbearably and made her wonder how much more exciting it would be to get off like that in a place where such things were allowed. To be watched as she was being pleasured or pleasuring him. She knew she would enjoy that more than she could ever admit.

“I know I could have. I guess I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Well, that’s a first. Now, if I can get you to quit thinking more often, we might get somewhere.”

Derrick left early the next morning, saying only that he had an errand to run. Sasha used the time to fiddle with her favorite hobby. Naked, and completely at ease with her nudity here at home, she entered the spare bedroom that she used as a studio. Two large windows dominated the walls and faced the ocean lending light and serenity. Three easels in different sizes were set up, an unfinished painting on each. On the third wall were finished paintings she had done over the past few years, all of various landscapes.