Scarred Beauty (18 page)

When the sun went down, he switched on the
light. She placed the paintbrush down, giving him the perfect time to embrace
her.

“Sorry, I haven’t been the best company today,”
she said.

“No. The day has been perfect. You really love
to paint.”

“Yes.”

He stared at the work on the two canvases she’d
done. There was a charming sense of inexperience in the way she held the brush,
which could only draw people in. Through her paintings the viewer went on a
journey. He saw the catch of her work and knew she’d be a huge success if she
ever wanted to expand her artistic venture.

“You can make it up to me now,” he said as he
led her through to the bedroom. He’d made the bed, but he wanted to see it
ruffled again.

Isaac stripped the shirt from her body until she
stood naked before him. He removed the clothes he’d put on to observe her.
Taking her in his arms, he kissed her, running his hands all over body. She was
so responsive to his touch.

Pushing her down on the bed, Isaac stared at the
tight ring of her ass. He wanted to claim her in every hole. Would she let him
take her ass?

He was about to find out. Pulling the tube of
lubrication out of the drawer, he coated a good amount on his hands. He wanted
her to enjoy what he was about to do.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to make you feel good.”

He fingered her clit as he rubbed his wet finger
over the pucker of her ass. She moaned, and he kept up the touch on her nub.
Using his middle finger, he pressed against her asshole and felt her
immediately stiffen and move off him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you, Elle.”

“But you can’t go there. That’s ... wrong.”

Isaac chuckled.

“Baby, it’s not wrong. I swear you’ll love it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then, I’ll stop and won’t do it again. I
promise.”

She nodded her head and went back on her knees.
He saw how tense she was and knew he would have to go easy for her to enjoy it.

Pressing his fingers against her clit, he began
to press a finger on the tight ring of muscles.

“Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re trying to shove your finger in an out
hole, Isaac. How can I relax?”

He smiled and knew he would have her screaming
for more by the night was done. Pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt,
he pushed his finger past her muscles. Her ass gripped him. The heat burned
him. She was tight and snug, and he wanted his cock inside her.

She moaned as she began to press back on his
finger.

“Do you like it?”

“No.”

“I think my woman is lying.”

He added a second finger, watching as her ass
opened up to take him. Her cream was leaking all over the place. Elle had a
kinky side, which he liked.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she screamed. He smiled and bought her to
an earth-shattering climax. Smearing more lubrication on his cock, he pressed
the head against her ass.

“Yes,” she said with a moan.

“Hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

****

Noelle moaned as his cock pushed past her
muscles and into her ass. She couldn’t believe what was happening. When he’d
tried to put his finger inside her, she’d been frightened. That fear had
quickly turned to intense pleasure as the small burn of pain seemed to radiate
through her body. Her clit pulsed, and before she could stop herself she was screaming
for him to go deeper.

Biting her lip, she tried to relax her body as
his cock pushed inside her ass. She felt stretched as he eased inside her.

“I’m almost inside you, baby. You feel so
fucking hot.”

She pressed her head against the blankets as he
pushed in the last few inches.

“Stop, please.”

“I’m in, baby. You’ve got all of my cock in that
tight ass.”

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. He
stretched her completely and made her feel so full. Moaning, she squeezed every
part of her as he began to slowly pull out of her.

“No,” she protested, only to cry out as he moved
back inside.

The way he thrust inside her, slow and deep,
made her weep with gratitude. If he was to pound inside her, she didn’t think
she would be able to cope.

“Do you feel all of me inside your hot ass?”

“Yes.”

He slapped her ass making her yelp and push back
onto his hard cock.

“Tell me what you want?” he said.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Where do you want me to fuck you?”

She bit her lip. Saying the words would make
what she was doing more real, and she couldn’t do it.

He slapped her ass. “Say the words, Elle. Tell
me what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re fucking me,” she said.

Another slap landed on her ass. She hated the
way it made her hotter for him. The burn went straight to her clit.

“You’re fucking my ass,” she screamed.

He fucked her, strumming her clit as he took her
ass.

“Look at us, Elle. Watch as I fuck this ass and
make it mine.”

She lifted her head and saw their reflection in
every mirror she looked. The intensity of his gaze made it hard for her to
breathe. Something far deeper than fucking was occurring as he stared at her.

“I’m inside you,” he said.

The pleasure increased as he fingered her nub,
pushing her over the edge of oblivion. Without thinking she began to fuck her
ass back onto his cock, forcing him to go faster. Isaac held her with his hands
at her waist as he fucked her.

Nothing else mattered to her.

“Fuck, such a tight little ass.”

He thrust inside her two more times and growled
as he came, slapping her ass three times. She felt him jerk inside her as he
came. His cock grew thicker with every pulse of his thick sperm.

She collapsed on the bed. The only sound she
could hear was the sound of their deep breathing. Isaac pulled out of her ass
and picked her up in his arms. He stood her upright as he ran a bath, the
lemony bath fragrance permeating the air as he filled the tub. She watched him
as the turmoil of what happened built inside her.

He carried her over to the tub and settled her
inside the hot water.

The hot water felt great as her muscles were
protesting from the treatment.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Scared. Worried. I’ve never done anything like
that,” she said. She figured being honest was the best course of action.

“There is nothing to be frightened of. I care
about you, Elle, and I would never do anything to you that you won’t enjoy.”

Feeling a little better, she settled down and
let him wash her body. All of her rioting thoughts could go to hell. She was in
Isaac’s arms, and she was happy.

Chapter Twenty

After their hot bath, they lay in the bed in
each other’s arms.

“Elle?”

“Yes.” She looked up at him. He was staring at
her hair, his hand filled with her dark red locks.

“I know this isn’t your normal colour. Why do
you dye it?”

“Because I got tired of men checking me out
because of my hair. I’m not shallow, but it would seem blonde usually meant
guys wanted to check you out. When I turned around they would freak out and
pretend to be looking elsewhere. That’s why I dye it.”

“What colours have you used before?”

“I’ve done black, and when I first began dyeing
my hair I turned it blue for Halloween. Brad hates it when I do it.”

“He sounds like my kind of guy,” Isaac said.

“Don’t you like my hair?” she asked.

“Elle, I love your hair, but I want to see your
real colour, especially seeing as the hair around your pussy is a lovely shade
of blonde.” He put his hand between her thighs, making her gasp.

“How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Make me stop thinking?” she asked.

“You’re easy to please.”

She slapped his chest and giggled as he tickled
her belly.

“Stop it. Stop it.”

“I’ll stop if you agree to wash it out,” he
said.

“What?” It was her turn to ask the questions.

“I bought this the other day. I want to see you
with your proper hair colour.” He reached over to one of his drawers and pulled
out the hair rinse which came with the hair dye. You could either rinse it out
gradually or use the conditioner which came with it to rinse it out
immediately.

Taking the box from his hands she stared at the
instructions before turning back to him.

“I want to see the real you, Elle, without the
fake hair.”

Tears filled her eyes at the big step he was
asking for. Biting her lip, she weighed up her options. There was no way she
could deny him, but could she be her natural self around him?

Getting up from the bed, she took his hand and
walked into the bathroom.

Setting up the lotion didn’t take long. She was
so nervous in case he didn’t like her with her natural hair colour.

Neither talked as they worked in the bathroom.
Isaac helped soap her hair and rinse the dark red dye out of it. The process
seemed to take forever. Noelle watched the colour disappearing down the sink,
each wave of water getting lighter and lighter until the water out of her hair
ran clear.

“Could you give me a moment? I’ll dry my hair
and come out in a minute.”

Isaac cupped her cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting
too long.”

She nodded and watched him leave the room.
Taking a deep breath, she began drying her hair. Staring at her reflection in
the mirror she saw past the scar on her face to see the woman within her.
 
The blonde hair was different. After having
the red hair for a few weeks she’d gotten used to the garish colour. When every
inch of her hair was dry, she placed the dryer on the counter.

There was a full length mirror on the wall
opposite.

Turning round, she stared at her reflection with
her blonde hair and removed her robe. For the first time in over ten years, she
looked at her full body in the mirror. The scars that she’d held in so much
regard over the years had faded. Her body was her own. Wrapping her arms over
her breasts, she let the tears of freedom fall. Isaac had done more than make
her fall in love with him. He’d given her a chance to live again.

Putting the robe back on, she walked out of the
bathroom, into the bedroom. She frowned when she saw what Isaac had done.

The easel was in front of the sofa. He’d
arranged it so she could sit and paint near a mirror.

“You look gorgeous. Your blonde hair is a much
better colour for your beauty.” He cupped her cheek, kissing her.

“What is all this?” she asked.

“I thought you could paint a portrait of
yourself.”

“I don’t know.”

“Please. For me.”

She looked at him and saw the earnest way he
stared back at her. Biting her lip, she moved over to the set up of her
apparatus. He’d bought some pencils for her to sketch with, and as she sat
down, she noticed the angle was perfectly aligned with the mirrors for her to
see at all angles.

Her palms were sweaty as she picked up her
pencil. She hesitated a few times before she put the lead to the paper. Soon,
she was so absorbed in what she was doing, that she didn’t see what Isaac was
planning.

“Lift up, baby,” he said.

Noelle looked at him and blushed when she saw
him naked. She did as he asked and gasped as he lifted the robe out of the way
and pressed himself inside her wet cunt.
 

Isaac made love to her as she finished off her
portrait. How she managed to concentrate on the sketch was beyond her. When she
finished, even though she hated it, she knew she would never change it. The
conflicting emotions on her face were drawn perfectly. To distract her, Isaac
made love to her for the remainder of the night way into Sunday morning.

****

On their last night together, Isaac took her out
to a French restaurant. She was surprised by the amount of attention he got.
The maitre d’ and the waiters practically fell over themselves to attend to his
needs. She found the whole experience strange. Isaac didn’t seem to notice of
the other customers. Several people stopped by the table, and Isaac said hello
and then dismissed them.

“You know a lot of people,” she said.

“A lot of people think they know me.”

Noelle found everything about their meal strange
but overall thought her first experience on a date extremely appealing. Isaac
was attentive, and as it was their last night it was the perfect end to the
best weekend of her life.