An Artist's Touch Pt. 02

It had been a week since that night in his apartment. Every night before bed I would close my eyes and see him eating me out. I could hear him calling me his good girl. I didn't think he would've made such an impression on me but I found myself texting him that Saturday.

"Buy me a Vodka Martini tonight?"

He had messaged me to wear something that showed every curve and no underwear. I chose a red tight mini dress. My nipples poked through alert and I could feel my wet pussy enjoying the breeze. An erotic tingle of anticipation spread through my body as I looked outside my window waiting for his arrival. He had wanted to pick me up because he was taking me to a special "artists only" bar. I tried to act cool and collected as I walked to his car but I could feel the increasing heat between my thighs.

He pulled me into a kiss before opening my car door. "You look so hot tonight." He got into his seat and started driving. He put his hand on my thigh causing butterflies in my pussy.

"I'm glad you hit me up.... It's been way too long."

"It's only been a week," I laughed at him.

His hand started traveling up my thigh higher and higher until he softly cupped my pussy. I knew he could feel how damp I was. One of his fingers started caressing my lips teasing me until it slowly inserted.

"For just a week... you're really wet and tightly clenching my finger," he said with a smart ass smirk on his face. He took out his finger choosing to rub circles on my clit instead. My breathing became deeper and my hips squirmed against his car seat wanting more.

"More please," I whimpered. But he pulled his hand away causing me to pout at him.

"I owe you your vodka martini first." He began to park and I looked around to what looked like an abandoned street full of warehouses.

"So instead of fucking me like I want... you're dropping us off in the middle of nowhere?" I snapped sarcastically at him.

He laughed at my sexual frustration as he walked over to help me out of his car.

"First there's something you've got to see and trust I will have you screaming my name again at the end of the night." He pulled me into a deep kiss causing my annoyance to melt down.

We walked up to a black warehouse where he punched a code into a keypad causing a door to open. I followed him down some stairs where a guy was holding a list. He gave his name and the guy let us into an elevator. I studied him as the elevator traveled up. This nerdy tiny dude really had me sexually frustrated... how could I have known inside of him was a bossy freak. I glanced down at his hand... remembering how his fingers had just been inside me. I felt my pussy throb. The doors opened to a very dark bar. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dark booth in the corner. He ordered my vodka martini as I people watched. There were art pieces scattered around the bar and there was a mini stage where a girl was drawing some very erotic sketches.

"They have live art here. You can really get inspired by whoever is up there. For example look at the curves on her sketch.... Soft strokes but bold so we can appreciate the body of her work." His hand had started tracing patterns on my thigh as he spoke.

"I think of you as art that I'm appreciating when my hands caress all over you...," he whispered into my ear. I felt a gush from my pussy. To distract myself I slammed down my Martini in one long gulp causing him to chuckle.

"I'm actually showing something tonight... inspired by you."

I felt my brow raise in wonder as I picked up the next martini the waiter placed on our table.

"It's a piece of art I painted the day after we slept together. It's hung up in the art room through those curtains over there. When you're ready we can go see my piece among the rest of the gallery."

"You didn't paint me naked did you?" I chuckled in between sips.

"Ummmm not in the way you think," he responded with a semi nervous tone in his voice.

"That tone doesn't make me concerned," I replied sarcastically. I got up grabbing his hand motioning to go see the little gallery of art.

We walked past the curtain and my eyes started scanning for his work. There were a couple paintings and sculptures. I noticed a big red painting at the end and I knew that was his. My silhouette in his bed surrounded by splashes of different colors. I don't know how he did it but my skin looked so lifelike in the painting. You couldn't see my face but there was an erotic way to the positioning of my body. It felt like you were lying with me and any second you could pull me close to you.

"Wow it's beautiful. The details of my body and colors are blended beautifully. Looks so lifelike as if I'm about to pop out of this frame. Thank you for making me look more ethereal than I really am," I chuckled in a joking tone.

I was suddenly pulled by the wrist behind another curtain into a dark hall.

"Don't do that. Don't tone down how beautiful you are. Own it," he said pulling me in to him and laying a hungry strong kiss on my lips.

I deepened the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck. In return his fingers started digging into my ass. He massaged my ass lifting my red dress higher and higher as we made out. He laid a spank on my bare ass causing me to groan into his mouth.

"Fuck I need you right now," he growled at me.

"Then have me," I said with a smirk as I pulled him towards a nearby janitor's closet.

We crashed against a wall lined with cleaning supplies. My tongue fought against his as he claimed my lips. I wanted to submit to him but not without some fight first. I landed a bite on his lip and in retaliation his hand suddenly wrapped around my throat.

"No. I am going to have you on my terms and rules. Or else I won't fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Understand?"

I gulped against his hand and whispered, "Yes."

He yanked up my dress exposing my bare pussy. He cupped me in his hand.

"Fuck. Is that all for me?... I can't wait to feel that heat gripping my dick." He began teasing my slit with the rub of his fingers. Then one slowly started passing the lips slowly. I could feel my pussy dripping onto his hand. His finger began to slowly rub my G-spot causing me to groan and bite my lip. I wanted him so bad.

Suddenly a knock erupted from the door. "Hey man I need the mop. Not mad but you can't be in there," the voice told us. I started giggling which caused us to both start laughing.

"Yeah sorry we'll be out," he managed to say between his laughs. We quickly fixed ourselves and ran out. The guy who worked at the bar just winked at us as I blushed madly.

Back in his car we were both reminiscing on being caught. "Well they won't remember me for just my art," he choked out between laughter.

"I can never show my face there again," I said as I sunk into the seat embarrassed.

"No. No. The people there will forget and I'm sure we're not the only people who's tried hooking up there. Artists are horny people,"he assured me as we pulled into his building parking spot.

"Let me make us some drinks," he said as he opened his apartment door.

I nodded in agreement. He went off into the kitchen as I wandered through his apartment. He had a bunch of random photos on the walls. There was a photo of him hugging a random woman. I felt a twinge of jealousy that surprised me.

I felt him press up behind me into a semi hug as he gave me my drink. To drown that silly jealousy I chugged down the martini. I felt angry at myself for letting that emotion into my mind. We were just having fun.

He watched me curiously as he sipped his whiskey. "So this was when I went to Japan with my ex last year," he motioned at the photo.

"Oh so this is HER?" I felt myself say in a petty tone.

"No that's my sister in the photo... we were visiting her," he smirked at me in a way that I knew he had made a mental note of my tone of jealousy.

I looked down at my feet feeling myself blush with embarrassment, "ooooh... she's pretty."

He chuckled as he placed his glass down and pulled my chin up with his other hand. He starred into my eyes. His brown eyes seemed to search for something in my own. The energy between us shifted. I felt waves of crackling energy passing through my body with each second he starred.

He did not kiss me firmly but rather pressed softly into my lips. A whisper of a kiss... gentle and kind. His thumb began to caress my face and I felt us press closer.

He began to kiss around my face. I was scared. I didn't want to feel anything besides desire with him. Yet in these seconds I felt peace. I felt safe. The panic that followed that realization in me felt the need to change the situation.

I pulled away and started to frantically unbuckle his pants.

"This is what I want," I said as I pulled out his cock with my hand. I began to rub him with my hands. I saw him press his brows together in confusion but he quickly masked it when I pushed him back into a chair. I didn't want to tease anymore... I wanted what my pussy ached for. I sat on his lap and began grinding my pussy on him as I pressed his face on my chest.

I felt him biting and sucking my nipples causing me to press my pussy down on him harder. I led my own fingers to circle my clit. I could feel myself rising. The tingle of my pussy traveled up my body causing a growing heat. I was close but I needed him in me. I sat up and grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with my pussy.

"Wait I... "

Before he could finish his sentence I slammed myself down on his cock. That feeling of fullness...

I sat for a second just savoring the heat of his dick in me before the heat reminded me what I needed to do. I began to bounce up and down. I focused on my own pleasure with each move. I could hear him breathing faster.

"I'm supposed to be in charge... I'll finish too soon if you..."

I covered his mouth as I closed my eyes. I altered between bouncing and grinding. Yes. Yes. Yes. The tingling was building in my stomach. My nipples were alert at what was coming. I heard him groaning under my hand but I was losing myself in me. I didn't care about him. I was using him as a fucktoy... right?

He stood up holding us together and began walking but I didn't stop. I wrapped my legs around him as I continued to grind my hips on him. I needed to come. Why wasn't I there yet?

He suddenly lied us down and started thrusting hard into me. Fuck... I think he was mad.

"I control the pace. You want to be fucked... here it is," he whispered as I groaned with each thrust. This is what was missing. I needed to be dominated.

Each thrust scooted me farther and farther up the bed. The hard slaps of our thrusts echoed in the room. My pussy ached. He was getting quicker and I was so close.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I chanted.

"Cum for me," he growled. The build up released a wave of warmth throughout my whole body. I felt myself shaking as I came. My pussy milked his cock and I felt his warmth flood inside me. He collapsed on me as we both panted loudly catching our breaths.

He started to kiss my shoulders softly which made me sigh with tired closed eyes.

"More," he said with each kiss on my skin. I felt his fingers rubbing around playing with the cum leaking out of my pussy. I felt the tiny embers of heat waking up again in my pussy. He rolled me onto my side as he spooned me. He began kissing my back and with each kiss I felt him growing harder against my ass.

"Lift your leg," he whispered as he raised my thigh with his hand. He slipped his cock in between my legs and began rubbing perfectly against my lips.

He slowly entered me. I had been so tired but this woke me. I began to thrust back on him. He gripped my tits and started increasing speed.

"Moan for me. Just for me. This cock owns your fucking pussy," he growled into my ear. I could hear the suctions of my cum filled pussy gripping his cock. Fast and faster he rubbed inside me. I could feel my body losing control. I started to scream as an orgasm broke through my body. It's heat spreading from my toes to my head. I felt the tingles from my sex high. My conscious fell into darkness as I knocked out into a deep sleep.