Sasha's Portrait (8 page)

Derrick felt her response, the heated wetness coating his fingers, the tightening of her slick walls as she neared climax. Quickly, ruthlessly, he removed his hand and mouth from her, denying her that pleasure as he stepped back and swatted her buttocks again and again, noting the bright redness of her cheeks, the light sheen of perspiration coating her soft skin, and the flush of pleasure on her face.

“Derrick, please,” she begged, pulling on her bound hands, her lithe body swaying to and fro. “Touch me again. Please.”

“Like this, Sasha?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her cunt, rubbing his thumb over her engorged clit as he struck her hard across the top of her thighs.

“Yes! Oh, yes, please don’t stop.”

Derrick chuckled and once again removed his hand from her desperate pussy. “Not yet, baby.” Three more lashes covered her buttocks and caused her to cry out in both pain and unfulfilled need. Dropping the belt, he caressed her hot ass; his voice soft and soothing as she shook. “Shh. Soon, Sasha. I’ll let you come all you want. But, first, we need to finish your punishment.”

Sasha moaned in relief and frustration as Derrick released her hands only to tie them again behind her back. Her buttocks ached warmly, feeling swollen and tender, much the same as her pussy did. Tears of frustration threatened to spill, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate she really was.

Derrick led her back to the padded bench. “Kneel on it,” he instructed.

Sasha obeyed; her heart skipping as she turned to look at him. “What are you going to do?”

Derrick pushed her shoulders down until she was lying with her ass up; her hands bound behind her; her face resting on the seat. His hand ran over the curve of her reddened ass, his fingers lightly grazing her anus. “I’m going to fuck you here.” He slid one finger into her tight hole, again noting how easily it went in. “What have you used here to make it so easy for me to finger you?”

Mortified, Sasha mumbled, “A butt plug.”

“How often, how big?” He continued to finger her forbidden hole, just barely entering her before slipping back out.

Sasha gasped, liking the way his finger felt there. There was something about being touched there, entered in her back passage, that felt so decadent, so wrong, yet highly stimulating. Or maybe it was the lewdness, the degradation of it that enhanced the stimulation. “Only when I masturbated. The plug isn’t very big.”

Derrick’s free hand had unfastened his jeans and freed his stiff cock which he now held easily in his hand. Sasha was watching him stroke himself, her eyes large and excited as awareness seeped in of how he was going to fuck her. That look of uncertainty coupled with lust turned him on further, hardening his cock, making him ache to shove it into her and hear her scream in pleasure. But, he knew he’d have to take her slow and easy this first time. Butt fucking could be a highly enjoyable experience for the woman, or a totally humiliating and painful one. For a man, it was erotic as hell, that complete surrender from a woman, allowing him total domination and control.

“I’m going to take you there, Sasha. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than a small plug, but I’ll be careful.”

Sasha watched him pull a small tube of lubricant from his jeans. She was excited, scared and nervous about giving him this last access to her body. She had always enjoyed the feel of the plug; it added to her stimulation, intensified her orgasms. Yet, her orgasms with Derrick had far surpassed any she had achieved by her own hand, no matter how much added stimulus she had applied.

Sasha nodded at him, wanting to know if this was another fantasy that was going to be worth trying then storing for future memories, or one she would regret and shove out of her mind as soon as the act was completed.

Derrick lubricated two fingers, spread her buttocks with his other hand and gently inserted them up her rectum. “Relax, push out. It’ll be easier,” he instructed as he felt her tighten up. “Turn your head, Sasha, and look at the people on that boat over there while I prepare you for my cock.”

His words sent a shock wave through her. It was difficult turning her head with her hands bound behind her, but she managed. The boat was close enough that they would be able to see two people engaging in sex but not near enough to see their faces. “Oh, God, Derrick, I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered as one man lifted a pair of binoculars to his eyes. “It’s too much.”

But even as she denied her willingness, she was pushing against his invading fingers, loving the feel of them moving in and out of her forbidden hole.

Derrick chuckled. “I’m finding that difficult to believe. Your body, as usual, is speaking loud and clear for you. You’re loving this. Just think of how exciting it’ll be. Me taking you this way while they watch, wishing it was them buried deep in your ass, making you buck with pleasure.”

She couldn’t deny it. Her pussy swelled, and her creamy essence oozed out, making a liar out of her. She reminded herself he would be gone soon, and all she would have left would be memories. Very erotic, spine tingling, mortifying, exciting memories.

Derrick moved behind her and grabbed her reddened buttocks; his thumbs spreading her cheeks wide. “Now, Sasha,” he commanded her, his tone brooking no denials. “Watch them as they watch us, as I take your ass here, outside, with the sun beating down on us, and the water lapping the boat the only sound other than your cries of ecstasy.”

Sasha took a deep breath as he slowly entered her, forcing herself to keep her eyes glued on the small figures enjoying her exhibitionism. She moaned as his cock stretched her, the pain sharp but bearable. When he had lodged himself fully inside of her, she released her breath and was grateful he gave her a moment to get used to this foreign invasion. She was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the pain subsided, leaving her aching for more. When more wasn’t forthcoming quickly enough, she wiggled her hips and implored, “Derrick, please, take me. You’re driving me nuts.”

“I knew it wouldn’t take you long to succumb to your driving libido,” he said smugly as he pulled back and then pushed back in slowly.

It was too much, she thought as she shoved her hips back at him, taking his thrusts eagerly now; her breath catching at the utter feeling of total possession. He had kept her on edge for too long, tormenting her senses with light touches and hard swats, keeping her orgasm just out of reach as his painful spankings and knowing hands drove her higher and higher. She shoved against him, her eyes open, watching herself being watched, silently begging him for more.

When her writhing body wasn’t enough, she resorted to pleading, just as he wanted her to. “Derrick, please. If you don’t fuck me harder and touch my pussy, I’m going to scream from frustration. Please, make me come.”

She was right where he wanted her, out of control and so needy she was begging for her release. His own climax was nearing; the sight of her ass taking his cock so eagerly; her cries of total and complete surrender, too much for his own self control.

“Now, baby,” he ordered, his cock driving harder, deeper into her rectum while he slid down between her legs, his fingers slipping easily into her sopping, dripping cunt. The minute he touched her swollen bud she erupted, her silken walls grasping his fingers as tightly as her ass grasped his cock. She didn’t hold back her cries; the sound music to his ears as he drove her over the edge.

Sasha was lost in a maelstrom of sensation. Her orgasm burst upon her in a heated explosion, enveloping her entire body, soaking her in pure, unadulterated pleasure. It went on forever, the invasion of his cock up her ass, his fingers moving quickly against her clit, the padded bench rubbing her nipples roughly as she slid against it with her jerking movements. One minute, her world was a kaleidoscope of colors, the next, it went black.

Derrick pulled his spent cock from her ass, loving the way it still gripped him as if reluctant to release him. Sasha was still, her eyes closed, experiencing what was commonly called the ‘little death’. That he brought her to that made him feel both smug and possessive. Smug he had felt before, and often. Possessive, never.

Lowering her hips, he pulled up his jeans before untying her hands. Grabbing some ice from the cooler, he rubbed the cold cubes over her face, rousing her. Her eyes opened slowly, the blue orbs filled with stunned awe.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Derrick ran more ice over her face and neck as she lay there calmly. He liked tending her, fucking her, spanking her and watching her sexuality blossom under his tutoring. A few weeks with him and she’d make an excellent sub. He was surprised at how badly he wanted more time with her. He had no trouble getting women who were experienced in the lifestyle he loved, eager to do his bidding. Why he wanted to saddle himself with an untutored, reluctant pupil who kept denying she wanted anything to do with submitting completely to him was beyond him. Maybe he simply needed a challenge for a change.

Rising, he stared down at her. She was beautiful, sexy, and endearingly open. And he wanted her. “Get dressed, Sasha. I want to talk to you as we head back to shore.”

Sasha wondered at his abruptness but mentally shrugged and rose to slip her swim suit back on and then the cover before moving to stand by him at the steering wheel.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I have to leave in a few days.” Her face fell, and she couldn’t hide her disappointment from him. So far, so good.

“I thought you’d be here longer. I didn’t realize you had to leave so soon.”

“I have an appointment in Virginia at the end of next week; and, after that, I’m expected back in Florida. I have several very large commissions I need to work on.” His home in West Palm Beach was very secluded, very private, and it was where he did the majority of his work.

Sasha smiled at him, hoping he didn’t notice how disappointed she was that she had less time with him than she had thought. “I hope you’ll keep my gallery in mind when you’ve finished them.”

She started to turn away, but his hand gripped her chin, turning her to face him. “I want you to come with me. Spend a few weeks with me on the road. I want to get to know you better.”

Sasha’s heart stuttered, stopped, and then sped up. The famous, renowned artist and Dom wanted to spend more time with HER, a little nobody who lived alone on a small island, and who, before his arrival, had had only one brief affair in her life?!

Incredulously, she asked, “Why?”

Derrick laughed at her shocked, disbelieving expression, and blunt return. “Because I like you. I like being with you. I like spanking you and making you come, and I love fucking you.”

Sasha’s face warmed at his declaration, but she could detect nothing but sincerity in his face. “But, you could have anybody, and I told you, I’m not interested in becoming your sub.”

“Do you realize, baby, that the more you submit to me the more you protest that you’re not going to do it?”

She was about to vehemently deny it but then realized that he was right. Damn, the man was astute. Then again, he had had years of practice.

Derrick laid his fingers across her mouth, stopping her reply. “Don’t say anything; just think about it over the next few days. I plan on flying to the mainland then renting a car and taking my time driving down the coast. I’d like to take you with me, show you New York, introduce you to more pleasures you’ve only read about. I want to give you the chance to explore your sexuality to the hilt and experience pleasures you never dreamed of. Two more weeks, Sasha. That’s all I’m asking. When we get to Florida, and you’re ready, I’ll buy you a first class ticket, put you on a plane, and you can return to your little island with a wealth of memories to keep you warm through the long, cold winter.”

They were quiet as they returned to shore, each engrossed in their own thoughts. Derrick was hoping she was seriously thinking about leaving with him, not realizing how badly he wanted her to until he had proposed the idea to her.

Sasha was contemplating how badly she wanted to take off with him, spend more time in his bed, learn more about the pleasures she had been missing out on. Her buttocks were sore, her anus throbbed, and her pussy was wet and swollen, again. She loved the after effects of their altercations, loved the way her body felt sore and used and needy all at the same time. She knew about his lifestyle and could guess what he had in store for her. The question was, was she brave enough to follow him blindly down a road that she had no idea where or how it ended? And if she didn’t, would she regret turning down this once in a lifetime opportunity?

Derrick dropped her at her house and then took off to confirm his flight and arrange for a car to be ready for him in a few days. Sasha showered and then padded naked to the room she used as her own personal studio. Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows warming her as she sat at her easel. She had been working on this particular landscape for two months and was nearly finished.

As she sat quietly, she was reminded of her life before Derrick had landed on her doorstep. It had consisted of quiet days and even quieter nights. Her time occupied with catering to others artistic talents and reading about adventures she was sure would never come her way. She had been content, if not happy. She had friends; she dated occasionally, and she had her art. It wasn’t until Derrick had opened up a whole new world for her that she realized how lacking her life actually was.

After only a few days of his overwhelming presence, his dominating tendencies and erotic control, she knew she’d never be satisfied returning to her former ways. He was right; she was playing at her art instead of pursuing it; she read about fantasies instead of seeking to fulfill them; she let life slide by instead of embracing her opportunities. As her hand flew over her canvas, putting on finishing touches with an ease she had been sorely lacking of late, she made up her mind. She would call John tonight and ask him if he would mind the gallery for a few weeks while she took a much needed vacation. He had told her when she bought him out that he’d be happy to fill in for her whenever she needed him to.