Deceived - Part 2 Paris (9 page)

As I picked up my purse from my desk and shut off the lights in the office, Francisco pulled me close to him and kissed me hard. I could feel his hips rocking up against my pelvis as he claimed me with his tongue.

“Let’s get out of here. I am so happy about tonight. Now I want to make the night even more special, with you, Chloe my beautiful lady.” His grip was rough and he pressed me hard against his body, running both hands up into my auburn hair loosening the pins, so it fell down around my shoulders.

Releasing my mouth from his possession, he swept my hair aside, exposing my skin as he trailed a path of feather-light kisses down my bare neck, sending chills up and down my entire body.

“You are an exquisite beauty. That thought ran through my mind, the moment I laid eyes on you, Chloe. I want to paint you...allow me paint you,” he said in a lowered voice.

I dropped my head and rolled it to one shoulder. I couldn’t resist. He was a master at the art of persuasion. “Mmmm...yes, let’s go.  I’ll grab a leftover bottle of champagne and we can get out of here,” I murmured.

“Your skin is so soft,” he mouthed into my neck. I could feel the heat of his breath softly palpitating my body and sending my heart rate sky high. “I love the taste of your skin. I want to taste all of you. I want you to give yourself to me tonight...all of it. Every part of your body will be mine tonight.”

Every muscle inside me was taut with lust so it was a very easy decision, “Let’s just get the hell out of here.” We hurried out the door like a whirlwind, past Ryan who was talking and leaning even closer to his new friend. We were like two teenagers, raw with hormones.

His flat was open and free, just like Francisco. It accommodated his studio also, a place where he could live and work at the same time. The furnishings were sparse, most of his studio took up the open space, but it was warm and inviting in the living areas. There was a large creamy white tarp, with random color splats of paint spilled all over it, lying on the floor near a soft brown couch. I briefly had an image of the two of us rolling around in those paint splatters, but shook it out of my head. Brushes, paints and all the other painting paraphernalia were housed on shelves on the adjacent wall.

“Sit. I’ll get some glasses for the champagne.” He motioned to the soft looking couch.  

“Francisco, this is just like I had pictured an artist’s flat,” I said as I scoped out the room with a 360-degree visual sweep. “Do you enjoy working in the same place you live?” Strangely, I felt a little unnerved being here alone with him, his intense passion around me at every turn.

Coming over to the couch with the glasses, he sat next to me, gazing at me with his sea-green eyes, his long strands of sandy blonde hair bobbing around his face. It was obvious that he didn't want to make small talk and he continued the focus of the conversation on me, planting a light kiss on my lips, as he handed me my glass.

“When you are in front of me, I can’t think of anything but you. You are divine, a feast for my eyes,” he murmured. “I want to paint you, like I said. I want to capture your beauty.”

I giggled like a school girl, flattered that a famous artist like Francisco found me so beautiful. “No...really? Me? I’m sure you can find better and more stunning models than me here in Paris of all places,” I objected and looked away.

“But you are my sweet lady. The most beautiful woman in Paris tonight,” he said and stood up, taking my hand to lead me to his studio area. “Here. Come sit here.” He pulled me to a red velvet Louis XV chair sitting on the creamy paint spattered tarp.

“Oh...no...no...I don’t think...” I protested.

“Here, sit like this.” He put his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down to the chair and arranged my arms and legs into a striking pose as I sat.

“I feel silly. What do I do now?”

Standing over me, he looked down and took my face in both of his hands, giving me a short kiss on the lips, without taking his focus from me. Stepping over to the shelves, he picked up some brushes and paints and positioned a canvas already mounted on an easel, where he could get a proper view of me.

“Just sit there and look pretty, my lovely lady,” he said as he began working with the paints. He studied my form, his eyes drinking in my figure.

“Turn  your head a little to the right. ” Cocking his head to one side, he furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. “Hmm. I think something is wrong.”

“What? What’s wrong? Should I turn...?” He set down his brush and moved towards me, stopping just in front of my body.

“You have on too many clothes. I want to paint your true form,” he said as he walked around the chair, running his fingers up my arm and across my shoulders. His fingers stopped at the strap of my dress, as he slowly slipped a finger under the strap pushing it off. I could feel the heat of his body behind me.

“Oh, yea, well, I don’t know...” I knew he was teasing and playing with me a little, though I found it kinda hot. I figured two could play this game. “You take something off first,” I prodded.

He laughed lightly as he caressed both of my shoulders with his strong hands. “Okay. You win,” he said as he walked back around in front of me. He stood there looking outrageously sexy with his long hair falling in his eyes and pulled his shirt off over his head throwing it to the side. The muscles of his bare chest rippled beneath his skin and we both gave a little laugh at his Chippendale move.

“Woo hoo!” I sang out.

“Now it’s your turn, sexy lady,” his voice deepened as his eyes begged for a look.

Slowly and seductively, I pushed the other remaining dress strap off my shoulder, teasing my top down lower and lower, until it fell down around my waist and I stopped. Sitting there in my bra he cocked his head to the side again, pouting his lower lip and said, “Ah no, the bra must come off too.”

“Wha-a-a...no way,” I mocked.

“Fair is fair, I am bare chested and so must you be, my lovely,” he smiled flashing his charming smile. How could I resist?  

“Ugh! All right,” I groaned reluctantly and I could see the pleasure in his eyes as my soft curvaceous breasts bounced out from their restraints.

“Ooooo, you’re so fine,” he hissed through his teeth. Licking his lower lip, he picked up his paint brush and began painting, but it didn’t last long. He paused and raising an eyebrow, he set aside his tools, then walked forward towards my chair again.

“Now what?” I asked, puzzled by his abrupt change in mood.

“It needs more. Something more graphic and exciting.”

Despite the fact that I knew this was all part of some kind of sexual role play, my interest was piqued.

Once again he circled around my chair until he was behind me. I felt the soft touch of his fingertips, then his hands on my shoulders, sending tingles reverberating through my body.  

He slid his hands, palms flat, down my front over both of my breasts, squeezing and massaging, one breast in each hand. I reached up with my arms over my head, running my hands up his tight muscular arms, arching my chest, filling his grip with my breasts. Sensual pleasure vibrations raced to my loins, as his warm hands raked over my budding pink nipples. I tipped my head back in submission and he leaned over kissing me from his stance, his fingers pinching and rolling each firm nipple, his soft tongue aggressively swirling against mine. Breathlessly he pulled away, saying, “This is what we need...”

I heard the jangling sound of his belt buckle being unfastened and before I could speak, he wrapped the belt around both my upper body and the chair, pinning my arms to my sides. He strategically positioned the belt just under my breasts so they were pushed up, leaving the nipples exposed, fastening it behind the back of the chair.

“I’m not sure about this...” I tried to speak, but he put a finger over my lips to silence me. I wasn’t certain where this was headed, but I realized that I wasn’t really restrained, it was just for effect, for erotic purposes, so I played along with the fantasy. I opened my mouth and took the finger he had placed on my lips between my teeth, gently biting it, and then sucked on it hard. He exhaled a whimpering pleasure sound and using his now wet finger, he rubbed the moisture along the edges of my lips.

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the throat. I was shocked by the impact of his grip and a wave of apprehension swept through me. I wondered for a second if he was going to choke me, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed his hand up my neck to just under my chin, forcing my head back and my lips to part slightly.
God, that was an erotic move.
I seemed to be more afraid of my enjoyment of it, than of him and it left me panting, as I gazed into his fiery eyes, his long hair falling down. Tossing the long locks out of the way, he smothered my mouth with breathless kisses.

When he pulled back, my head was spinning with bewilderment, but my body ached for more. A storm was rising inside of me and his teasing seduction continued to torment my senses. My awareness was blurred by the pleasure chemicals pulsing to my brain and in what seemed like a second, he reached for his crimson paint and brush. Kneeling in front of my chair, with my arms pinned and my breasts squeezed up, he whispered, “Close your eyes. Feel this...makes you feel so fine...it’s such a rush.”

I obeyed and tipping my head back, eyes closed, deliriously I waited for a tactile sensation to flood my senses. The anticipation of not knowing when I would feel it acutely heightened my arousal. Soon, I felt a cool soft swirling sensation around my right nipple. I smiled softly. The delicate boar’s hair bristles fluttered and tickled my already erect nipples, first one and then the other as he gave ample attention to each. I opened my eyes and saw Francisco painting me.

He set the paint on the floor and standing up he unzipped his pants removing all clothing he had left. He was a magnificent sight, standing naked in front of me, gripping his massive cock at full erection in one hand while rubbing his groin area with his other. Mentally, I caressed his qualities and bolts of electricity shot through my body, shaking and rattling my nerves to the core.

“Your turn, my lovely,” he murmured, his eyes burning like fire, gently stroking himself as he sublimely evaluated me.

“I can’t...you have me all tied up.” I was running hot and deliberately took control. “Do it for me,” I commanded in a seductive low voice, my lust-filled desire matching his fire.

Stepping forward, he knelt down again in front of me. He took a moment to savor the sight, taking in every inch of my body with his hawk-like eyes. He ran his hands up under my dress along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. My mind reeled with ecstasy, as searing tingles surged through my body. Eager to feel my wetness, he pushed a thumb on my clit giving it an electrifying swirl. I arched up against his touch, the sexual tension of my whole being, building and rising inside of me like a summer storm.

Using both of his hands, he slowly pulled my summer dress down. It felt good to be free of it, and I wiggled my hips to assist in the unveiling. He ran his hands along my inner thighs again and then he looped his arms under my knees and buried his face in the lace of my panties, inhaling long and hard. I felt his warm breath through the fabric and saying his name, my body and mind begged him to touch me. I didn't know what I was dealing with, as I felt this thrilling feeling, this carnal healing.

He released his arms and slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties, pulled them down to the floor and out of the way.

“Ah, my lovely Chloe, you are so delicious. When I’m near you, I lose control,” he said as he examined my bare mound with approval. “I like it shaved. I am going to taste your sweetness now.”

I felt the familiar contraction of muscles in my lower abdomen at the mere suggestion of the erotic pleasures I was about to experience, and looking down at his head between my legs, sent new frenzied spikes of pleasure jolting through my veins.

Out of nowhere a clean dry paint brush appeared and he began feathering it up my inner thighs. Up one side and around the outer edges of my pussy, he twirled the bristles, teasing me close to my engorged bud. I arched my hips out as far as I could in my restraints, biting my lip to stifle my pleas to just do it...touch it...rub it...tweak it... just give it to me. Finally, the soft swirl traced straight across my clit in a light enticing sensation, that was further heightened, when he raked his moist wet tongue across its surface in alternating sequence of, first the brush, then his tongue, then the brush again. My upper arms were pinned to my sides but I could still move my hands. I grabbed hold of his long sandy hair, pulling his face into my crotch hard making it difficult for him to breathe. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking and swirling me into madness, a sea storming inside of me. Stronger and stronger, I could feel the rush, he kept it coming, and he did it right. I couldn’t stand it much longer, I needed to feel the release. I was capsizing and I exploded with a long husky moan.