Author's note: I recommend you read the earlier chapters before this. The chapter isn't standalone.
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It's late morning when we head out. The sun is up in all its glory, tearing through the clouds to kiss us good morning. A sandwich and coke at a local eatery completes breakfast and as we walk back home, Edward wraps his hand round my back. The streets are quite empty and his hand gets very naughty very quickly, wandering down to my ass and pinching it from time to time. No one notices and not a word is said between us. From gentle pats to quick rubs, my ass gets it all. We enter my house and dirty me takes over completely. He didn't come earlier today and that's a shame. I decide to use my superpower. I close the door and turn to him.
"Edward, would you say that I was a good girl when you spanked me earlier?" I ask, putting on the most innocent face I can.
"Yes," he says, dragging the word and tilting his head slightly.
"And good girls receive rewards, don't they?"
"Correct." His face and tone turn suspicious and I think he knows where this is going.
"So, I get a reward," I say not able to hide my smile.
"Yes, you do. What do you want?" He's grinning and he damn well knows what I want.
"Silence and no touching until you come," I say and walk up to him.
"You have it."
I take his hand and lead him to my bed. I remove his shirt and pants. He's wearing red boxers and I decide to leave it there. I'll get back to that. He looks at me from head to toe and I realize that I'm still dressed. Even better. I just beam at him.
"Lie down on the bed, baby," I say, trying to imitate his voice.
He just grins and obeys. Fuck, he looks hot, his muscles almost shining and his cock jutting out of his boxers. His chest rises and falls calmly. The man who turned my ass red just hours ago is lying on my bed and has promised me not to touch or to speak. I climb on top of him, my legs astride his hips. He puts his hands behind his head and I get to work. A quick peck on his nose and then I lose control. I hold his cheeks and end up planting kisses all over his face. Eyes, lips, jaws, every inch of skin on his face. He closes his eyes and allows me to. I don't want to inflict any pain but I like this temporary control. His body is mine to do whatever I like. I lower my head to his neck and then to his chest. His breathing quickens as I gently bite his chest. I lick the spot where I bit him and he moans lightly. I go lower still and my hips meet his cock. I can feel it quiver between my legs. I briefly lift myself and take off my dress. He opens his eyes and they meet mine as I lower my head to his cock. A mischievous smile breaks out on my face and I lick the head of his cock, still looking at him. He almost winces and I do it again. And again.
He bangs his hand on the bed and I respond by wrapping my hand around his erection. He closes his eyes and turns his head sideways. His pre-cum is delicious and this time I wrap my lips around his cock drawing a grunt from him. I hold the base of his cock with a hand and suck him, swirling my tongue around his cock. My other hand finds its way to his sack and I pinch him very lightly. He lifts his hips up, pushing his cock deeper inside me and hits the end of my mouth. I look up and his eyes are closed tightly. I take his cock out of my mouth and stroke him with my hand as my tongue darts to his balls. With every lick, his groans get louder, more animal like and I'm causing it. He's going crazy because I'm driving him. I take him in my mouth again and suck him faster. He comes with a loud grunt and his cum fills my mouth. I feel his hand on my head but he doesn't yank me up. Instead he just rests it on my head. I swallow as much as I can and whatever I spill, I clean it with my mouth immediately.
"God...," he says, as his cock softens in my hand. He strokes my head and I just stay still waiting for him to recover.
"Come up here," he says after a while and I scoot up to him.
"That...was amazing," he says, his breath heavy.
"Thank you," I reply.
"You still want your painting class?"
"Yes."
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Inside his house, we walk past the kitchen and enter what is literally his drawing room. There are papers everywhere. Sketches, half done paintings, completed paintings - it's just art everywhere. In the center of the room, there's a board resting on a stand with a canvas pinned to it. He just seems to have started it. It's still a rough sketch of what looks like a city skyline. He unpins the canvas and replaces it with a clean white paper. There's a table with a chest of drawers next to the drawing board. A few bottles of paint, a palette and a whole host of brushes rest on the table. He removes all of them and places them in one of the drawers. From the lowest draw, he retrieves a small palette and three paint bottles and places them on the table.
"Undress," he says and walks out of the room.
Naked painting classes! I like that idea. I remove my dress and wonder if he'll undress as well. Maybe we could fuck as he teaches me how to paint. A sharp spank lands on my ass and I jump.
"Ow... What was that for?" I ask in a mock angry voice.
"Your ass looked very inviting. And, wear this," he says tossing me a T shirt. I don't get naked classes after all. I wear the shirt and it just about covers my ass. The shirt smells like him - a deep musky scent. It smells sexy. He has a small bowl of water in his other hand. He keeps it on the table and turns to me.
"Water colors are a good starting point," he says and my learning begins.
Holding the brush correctly seems to be a rather important thing. He spends minute after minute adjusting my fingers around the brush, ensuring that I hold it correctly. We start off with something called 'strokes', small diagonal lines. He mixes water and black paint on the palette as if he's been doing it all his life and shows me how it's done. It looks simple enough. Short, black diagonal lines. He gives the brush to me and I promptly mess it up. I am doing exactly what he did. But they look different. Mine just looks like fat blobs of paint were dropped on the paper.
"Don't rush it. Relax your hand and allow your heart to paint," he says. I don't know how to do that. It's tough enough painting with my hand. When I mess it up again, he stands behind me and holds my hand in his.
