She laughed like I’d just made a joke.
“Do you?” I pressed.
Her chuckles died away when she realized I was being serious. “I wasn’t offering, if that’s what you’re asking. But I suppose if I’m never going to leave, at least it’ll give me a way to have children. And you’re a very handsome man, so I know I’d have handsome sons.”
“And beautiful daughters.”
She smiled and her eyes softened.
I hadn’t had Muse for very long so I didn’t see that far into the future, but she was my biggest inspiration. She was my ultimate fantasy. If a woman were to bear my children, who else would be better?
No one.
I finished the piece and stepped back to examine it, to see the entire image together.
She stared at it too. “I like it. But it looks complicated to get on and off.”
I grabbed one of the straps and tugged on it. They were created from nylon so they stretched far and tightened back to their original elasticity. I shifted them on the mannequin, making the crotch of the figure visible.
She raised an eyebrow. “So…there’re no bottoms?”
“No.”
“Huh…”
“The straps can be adjusted so the tits can be exposed. That way it really moves like rope.”
She continued to stare at it, the sides of her robe coming loose from her shoulder. “Not gonna lie…pretty hot.”
I chuckled. “People say I’m a brilliant designer…I just know how I like to fuck women. And I’d love to fuck you wearing this.”
“Then when will it be ready?”
Instantly, my cock hardened in my slacks. She used to be timid and cold, but now her eagerness was beginning to grow. Perhaps being a little nicer to her really was worth it. I thought I wanted to treat her like a prisoner, to push her down and take her whenever I wanted. But watching her want me was much more rewarding.
I tossed the thread on the table and placed the needle in my pocket. I slowly walked toward her, my shoes lightly tapping against the hardwood floor. I stopped and stared at her, looking into her bright blue eyes. My fingers went to her chin and slowly lifted her gaze, forcing her to look at me harder. I dragged the back of my forefinger down her neck and to her collarbone. “You want me, Muse?” My fingers moved farther down her stomach until I reached the sash holding her robe together. I pulled on it, making it come loose and reveal her perfect body. “You never have to ask. You can have me whenever you want.”
“Right here?” she whispered. “Right now?”
I gripped the edges of her stool and leaned down, bringing my face level with hers. “Anytime.”
Her fingers reached for my tie, and she slowly dragged me toward her. Her eyes were focused on my lips.
Kissing still felt wrong, like it was something I shouldn’t be doing. But I enjoyed every second of it, enjoyed kissing her more than any other woman in my life. She might be inexperienced in every other way, but she certainly knew how to move her lips.
My mouth pressed against hers, and the second our lips touched, I stopped thinking about everything else. Nicole could walk in at that moment, but that wouldn’t stop me. The quicker I gave my design to her, the quicker it would be produced. But now that was the last thing on my mind.
Muse was the only thing I was thinking about.
Her hands moved up my chest, and she slowly popped open my buttons. My tie was next, and soon she pushed my shirt off my body. It hit the floor quietly, and then her hands explored my bare skin.
Her nails dug into me, accompanied by her moans. She was already writhing against me, and I’d barely touched her yet. Maybe my lingerie turned her on the way it turned me on. Maybe she was jealous of the way Veronica and Juliet touched me. Maybe my focused expression turned her on.
Whatever it was, I didn’t give a damn.
She got my slacks loose, and I pulled my boxers down slightly until the top of my cock emerged.
I lifted her from the stool and carried her to the bed in the corner. I used the bed for photography and so the models could be comfortable during long breaks. I never used it for sex, but now that was about to change.
The second I set her down, she yanked my slacks and boxers down to my knees.
I kicked off my shoes and crawled on top of her, my lips pressed to her mouth. “Tell me how you want me, Muse.” It was the first time she’d made a move on me, the first time she’d wanted me. It was a different kind of fantasy. I enjoy watching other women want me, but to have the most gorgeous woman on the planet want me…was completely different.