Sasha's Portrait (7 page)

No one knew she painted, and she never showed any of her work. She indulged in the craft for pleasure, as a way of seeing the world without leaving her island. She loved living on Nantucket, loved the small town, the bustling activity of the summer months, the sound of the ocean always at her ear, and the friends she had made. But a part of her yearned to explore boundaries beyond her small world. She wanted to see other landscapes in person, not just in her head, on canvas, or in books. Most of her art was of different areas around the island and scenic views from photographs her friends had taken when they traveled.

Sasha sat at her large easel and picked up her paintbrush. The sun felt good on her skin, seductively warm and relaxing. Her hand went to her breast, and she idly fondled herself as she painted, her mind recalling her powerful orgasm in the restaurant last night and the one that followed as Derrick punished her for her wanton behavior. She loved climaxing as he spanked her, and she loved the intense orgasms she got from the stimulating pain.

She was so engrossed her in painting, her fantasies, and the pleasure she was getting from touching herself that she didn’t hear Derrick come in until he spoke behind her.

“What are you doing, Sasha?” he asked, his eyes going from where she was plucking her nipple to scan the room lined with some very good artwork.

Sasha jumped, dropped her hand and her paintbrush, and swiveled to face him. She was mortified at being caught, again, in self pleasuring and at having her hobby critiqued by such a renowned artist.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she accused. Rising, she walked towards him, trying to get his attention to switch to her instead of her paintings. It didn’t work.

Derrick ignored her as he came in and leisurely explored each piece. His scrutiny made her nervous. “These are lovely. Why don’t you have them hanging in your gallery?” Her astonished look of insecurity would have been comical, he thought, if it hadn’t been so pitiable. “Surely you realize how talented you are?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Derrick. I paint for fun. It’s relaxing and enjoyable, but it’s certainly not anything to be displayed anywhere but here.”

He took one last perusal of the room before moving to stand in front of her, his hand cupping her breast casually, his eyes on her stiff nipple. “Just what are you hiding from, Sasha?” he asked quietly, raising his gaze to her flushed face.

“Since I’m naked, I’d say I’m not hiding from anything at this moment.”

“That’s the physical part of you, a part I enjoy immensely, but I want to know about the inner you. That’s the part you’re very adept at keeping hidden.”

This was definitely an area Sasha didn’t want to get into especially with a man who would be gone in a matter of days. Moving away from the temptation of his caress, she left the room and hoped he would follow.

“Did you get your errands done?”

Derrick left the matter for now but definitely planned on picking up the gauntlet again soon. He had plans for Sasha, and they would require baring her soul a well as her body. But, she didn’t need to know that right now.

“Yes, I did. You need to put a bathing suit on. We’ll pick up lunch on the way to take with us.”

“Where are we going?”

“Sailing. I’ve rented a beautiful schooner for the afternoon. It’s supposed to be unseasonably warm, and I haven’t been on the water in awhile. I assume you can fill in any gaps I have.”

Sasha laughed, delighted with his plans. “You don’t live on an island without learning how to sail, even if it is only a few months out of the year. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Sasha quickly slipped on her modest two-piece suit and the matching cover along with a pair of deck shoes. Grabbing the small cooler from her garage, they filled it with bottled water, sodas and ice, leaving room for the coleslaw they intended to pick up along with a bucket of the islands best fried chicken.

Less than an hour later, Sasha and Derrick were hoisting a sail and bobbing easily on the calm waters. There was very little breeze which suited Sasha fine as it kept the air warm, and she enjoyed the smooth ride much more than a fast, choppy one. Slipping off her cover, Sasha laid face down on the padded bench; her head resting on her folded arms as she watched Derrick finish tying off the rigging.

The man had an awesome body, she thought on a lustful sigh. He wore nothing but a pair of jeans, and his muscled chest gleamed with a light sheen of sweat; his arms bulged with strength as he brought the sail under control. His midnight hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and his silver loop earring glinted in the sunlight. All he needed, she fantasized, was a patch over one eye to give him the total look of a rakish pirate. One that was causing her pussy to seep hungrily for his attention.

Derrick looked over at Sasha, her thoughts easily readable as she unashamedly eyed him. He wondered if she would be so open about wanting him if she knew what he had in mind for her. May as well let her know, he decided, his cock stirring at the way she watched him as he moved towards her.

Hands on his hips, he glared down at her, his tall form blocking the sun from her eyes. “Sasha, you know the rules about your clothes.”

Her brows lowered in a frown he found cute, but he didn’t let her know that. “We’re not at home, Derrick.”

“I believe my instructions were when ever we’re alone together, or you’re alone at home, I want you naked. We’re alone together now.”

Sasha lifted her upper body, looking across the water at the scattering of sailboats. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a perfect opportunity for sailing. “There are boats everywhere. What if one of them gets close enough to see?”

Her voice may have been hesitant, but the lustful gleam in her eyes gave her away. Sitting down next to her, he said sternly, “You can cover up quickly enough, if I let you.” Not giving her time to consider his words, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap. Her shiny blue suit hugged her ass enticingly, but Derrick quickly had her ass bared, just the way he liked it. “I think you wanted to be punished, didn’t you?” he asked as he brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, raising a beautiful red glow.

“No! I swear, Derrick. I didn’t realize you meant anywhere we were,” Sasha cried out as he swatted her again and again. Whether she was innocent this time or not, it didn’t matter, she thought as she lifted for his swats, gasping in pain and pleasure. She loved being over his lap, her ass bared for whatever abuse he planned to heap upon her. She craved the feel of his hard hand stinging her buttocks, loved the way the pain gave rise to instant heated pleasure.

“I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t matter,” he returned. His continued swats on her bare flesh, and her painful cries echoed loudly across the quiet water.

Sasha tried to keep quiet, burying her head in her arms, but it was hard to do as he ruthlessly belabored her quivering backside. The painful heat spread to cover her ass until her buttocks felt swollen and her pussy dripped with gushing need. She lifted for each swat, and then his hand drove her hips down hard on his thigh, causing her clit to swell.

Derrick recognized her movements and knew she was close to orgasm. He smacked her again on the under curve of first her right cheek and then her left before hitting the tops of her thighs. She was crying openly, both from pain and need, and he relished each whimper. “Don’t come yet, Sasha,” he ordered as he let up on his ministrations, trying to keep her from giving in to her body’s needs.

“I need to Derrick,” she sobbed in aching frustration. He continually tried to get her to hold back on her orgasms, and she continually failed. She didn’t want to wait; she didn’t see the need for it. Though his hand now rested softly on her burning ass, her hips continued to rub against his hard thigh; the throbbing heat enveloping her ass driving her on until she exploded; the climax ripping through her, leaving her shuddering, gasping across his lap in total abandonment.

Derrick lifted her until she was sitting in his lap then wiped the tears and sweat from her red face. “Now I’ll just have to punish you again for disobeying me.”

The disappointment laced with underlying amusement in his tone wasn’t lost on Sasha. She did want to please him, but it had been so long since she had been with a man, and these experiences were new and so overwhelming that they took total control of her mind and body. It was like being on a fast, out of control roller coaster ride. You knew you should try to get off, but you just couldn’t resist staying on to see where the ride would take you.

“I know,” she sighed. “But could we wait a little while?” The soreness in her buttocks wasn’t as intense, but the lingering effects from her spanking were still there.

“After lunch.” Derrick eyed the other sailboats that could be seen. There were one or two that were drifting slowly in their direction. Hopefully, her next punishment would include an audience. Deftly, he unhooked her top and tossed it to the deck alongside the bottoms that had slipped off her feet. “There, that’s better. I’ll go get our lunch.”

Sasha eyed the other boats and was grateful there weren’t any near enough yet to see her. Sitting there nude, the sun shining down on her and the soft breeze caressing her skin, she had to admit that she enjoyed being naked outdoors. There was something very naughty yet erotic about it. When Derrick returned with the cooler, she scooted over to make room for him next to her, but he shook his head.

Derrick sat and pulled her back on his lap before handing her a piece of fried chicken. “This is better,” he commented, taking a large bite out of his piece.

When his free hand moved up the inside of her thigh, she automatically spread her legs, her hunger dropping from her stomach to her cunt. He ran his middle finger lightly between her plump, damp lips, feeling her moisture coat his digit.

“We need to get rid of this hair,” he said as he ran his wet finger through her soft sable curls.

Sasha swallowed, her eyes going to the small triangle of pubic hair then to his face. “Why?”

“Because I want to feel nothing but soft, wet folds when I’m touching you. It’ll enhance your pleasure also. You’ll have no barriers between your flesh and whatever object is pummeling it.”

It did sound enticing, she thought, but also totally mortifying. She simply couldn’t imagine being THAT naked in front of him or anyone else. “If my pleasure becomes any more enhanced, as you put it, I won’t be able to take it.”

Derrick grunted as he took the last bite of his chicken. “I have a feeling you could handle just about anything when it came to having an orgasm. I’ve never met a woman who could come so quickly and so hard. Of course, you have been celibate for quite some time.”

Sasha grabbed a small container of coleslaw and a fork. “I haven’t been celibate completely,” she denied, taking a bite. “I’m very good at entertaining myself.”

Derrick chuckled, grabbing another piece of chicken. “Yes, you are. But, admit it. Your orgasms have been twice as good since I arrived to assist you.”

“Well, hell,” she sighed in mock surrender. “It’s hard to deny something so obvious.”

Derrick continued to banter with her and caress her pussy and nipples as they finished lunch. By the time they were through, Sasha was in a tormented state of unfulfilled lust and wanted nothing more than to lie down, spread her legs, and feel Derrick’s hard cock filling her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him with all her pent up desires.

Derrick grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Not yet, baby. Punishment first, pleasure later.”

Sasha saw how close two sailboats had gotten and quickly paled. “Derrick, those boats can see enough to know what we’re doing even if they don’t have a good view. Punish me when we get home,” she pleaded even though she was secretly excited about someone witnessing her shame.

“An audience will be part of your punishment today. Don’t worry,” he added, rising from the bench and taking her hand. “Like you said, they’re still far enough that they can’t see details, only actions.”

Chapter Six

Sasha pulled on her hand, but Derrick didn’t release her as he strode across the deck to the mast. “This time,” he said, taking her hands and raising them over her head, “you won’t get the chance to get off like you do over my lap.” Grabbing a dangling rope from the crossbeam, he quickly and efficiently looped it around her wrists and secured it to the beam, leaving her stretched tautly. Standing in front of her, he grasped her chin and looked down into her wary blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, uncertain of what he intended but equally certain he wouldn’t really hurt her or do anything she wouldn’t like. When his hands went slowly to his belt, she swallowed over a throat gone dry. He had used the belt on her only once, and she had loved the feel of leather on her naked buttocks, the quick fiery sting and the pain induced pleasure.

Derrick pulled the belt free and doubled it over, his eyes on hers, noting the wariness and the excited gleam she couldn’t hide. His free hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping the pointed nipple as he said, “You’re going to wait for my command before finding your release, Sasha. It’ll be difficult, but I promise it’ll be worth the sacrifice.”

“I’ll try, Derrick.”

“Someday,” he whispered against her lips as the belt landed with a swift and brutal sting across her ass, “you’re going to call me Master.” His fingers pinched her nipple as he struck her again, his lips drinking in her gasp of painful pleasure.

Sasha whimpered as the lash of his belt raised a fiery, stinging heat across her buttocks. Jerking in her bonds, she tried to get closer to him; her mouth clinging to his in needy desperation; her nipples aching tenderly from his hard fingers. He never let up on his strokes as his mouth left hers and traveled to her sore nipples, suckling first one and then the other. Throwing her head back, she arched into his mouth while thrusting her hips back to accept each stroke. When his hand cupped her sopping cunt, a long finger sliding easily between her folds; she cried out, the pain in her buttocks intensifying, bringing her to immediate arousal. His mouth continued to suckle her breasts, his teeth biting, his tongue caressing, as his finger lightly grazed her swollen clit, causing her to cry out and shove against his invading hand.