Mars Antonio. A young, upcoming art critic. Known for his fantastic eye for detail and his side hustle, buying art for wealthy patrons. Besides his great eye for art, he was also extremely attractive. Standing at 6' 2", with dark brown skin that looked as if he absorbed the sun like a sponge. He had broad shoulders, hazel eyes, an athletic build and short dreads that were always in a bun. His trimmed facial hair also framed his jawline nicely.
Men wanted to be him and women wanted him in them. A gorgeous, intelligent, art lover was not easy to come by at all but here he was. A lover of the finer things in life, from art, clothing, wine and women.
Today, he had a VIP ticket to a new art exhibition and a buyer on his ass. They wanted something for a special room in their house and they gave him two requirements.
Sexy and Tasteful. Anything else goes. And so, here he was. The Roma Art Gallery was not new to him but tonight as soon as he entered the exhibition hall, that was another story completely. The usual bright room's lights were dimmed red against the cream walls, the atmosphere felt warm, almost as if it was lit by candlelight. Mars signed his name for a raffle and minutes later found himself in the center of the exhibit. It was then he completely realized that in a BDSM exhibit. That was when he felt his cock begin to rise in his pants.
BDSM was a thing he was well acquainted with. And yet, though sex and art go hand-in-hand, he had never been to an exhibit completely about it.
Sex and bondage-focused art filled the walls. A woman strapped in a sex swing for a demonstration sat next to a well-known male artist in the city. He had brown eyes, light brown hair and a warm tanned complexion. He stood about 5' 11" and, despite his stocky build, his muscles bulged and sculpted his body perfectly. In some ways, he looked like a guy on the cover of one of those old-school romance novels.
He was shirtless, with loose black pants on and completely spattered in paint.
Mars raised an eyebrow as he walked over to see what was happening, or at least what he may have already missed.
"So, Sabatini. What's going on here?" Mars smiled.
"Oh shit, Mars. How you doing, man?" He approached like he was going to embrace him but quickly thought the better of it.
"I'd hug you but uh..." Sabatini gestured to his body, which was spattered in black, and red paint.
"Yeah, I see that." He laughed. "So paint? Harness? And...?"
"Oh yeah. Right, right. Christina, meet Mars Antonio. Renowned art critic and one of my closest friends. Antonio meet Christina Bhat, my assistant and fiancé."
Curious, Mars stepped around Sabatini to take a closer look at the woman in the sex swing. As the four tall bars pushed from the ground, he saw a beautiful brown woman, with soft features, a nose piercing and long silky raven hair. She wore a short and thinly veiled night dress and 6 inch heels. Mars eyes roamed, as he took her in. Her dainty wrists were cuffed tightly to two poles above her head. Meanwhile, her thick, curvaceous legs were spread wide and strung up against the other two poles, exposing her black mesh panties that were clearly being eaten away by her plump, phat ass. The harness dropped from the center of the swing, hoisting her waist up and holding her completely in place. As they made eye contact, she forced a smile through the gag shoved into her open mouth. She mumbled through the gag, saying what Mars assumed was a hello.
"Hello to you, too." He smiled, before turning back to Sabatini.
"You sure know how to pick 'em, huh?"
"Right?" Sabatini smirked "Beautiful, intelligent, helpful and super kinky. She's perfect."
Mars and Sabatini exchanged words for a while, talking about life and Sabatini's inclusion into the exhibit with his demonstration. He explained how sex was an exchange between two people and that he was going to fuck her in front of everyone, allowing the paint to transfer from his body to hers. Showing that you still leave a mark on anyone and everyone you sleep with. Either positive or negative.
"Huh, cool. I'll be back to watch that."
"Alrightly. I'll leave you a front-row seat."
With that, Mars turned around and continued to explore the exhibit once again. As he ventured around, eyes scanning each piece, looking for something for his buyer. He noticed the servers walked around the exhibit all wore full black latex body suits with white or red bondage rope harnessed around their bodies. They were all walking pieces of art and he couldn't help but savor the sight as his cock twitched beneath his pants. It was eager to come out but he knew this was the time for work, not play.
They walked around with black trays in hand, some with Hors d'oeuvres and others with glasses of wine.
Mars smirked to himself as he watched the slim thick server walk past. With a round phat ass that was completely bound and strapped together by rope, he could easily have been distracted by a number of things. But, right now what he wanted was what was balancing in her hand.
"Excuse me, miss/" He said, stopping her in her tracks. Her eyes met his and instantly brightened.
"Hello, Mr. Antonio. I hope you're enjoying the exhibition." She smiled.
"Can I offer you a glass of wine?"
"Actually, yes." He said as he took a glass of red wine off the tray. "Thank you, beautiful."
"N-no problem." With a quick smile, she sashayed away, and Mars watched as she did. Her hips swaying as she walked, ass bouncing delightfully in the tight latex. A deep uncontrolled growl left his lips.
Fuck... I've got to keep it together.
He roamed from spot to spot, with a glass of wine in hand, greeting familiar faces and taking long looks at the extravagant displays. The art was sex and the sculptures were pure kink. He saw set ups for different displays and demonstrations like glory holes and a bondage knotting workshop.
However, it was the set piece in the center of the floor was the one thing that sparked his interest.
Live Demonstration in 1 Hour.
Interested, he noted it down in his head for later.
As he walked down a hall, there was something that caught him by the corner of his eye. Stepping back, he turned around and slowly found himself walking towards the piece that he nearly passed. It was like anything he had seen before. A new artist, maybe?
Either way... he stopped.
Transfixed by it.
The image was of a woman, black and beautiful. She wore a tight corset and held the walls. While a Grecian sculpture of a man, sat shirtless, tied to the chair, staring at her in awe. Mars took a sip of his wine as his eyes danced around the portrait.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
A soft voice asked from behind him.
He turned around, eyeing the woman next him. She had long braided black hair, wrapped and pinned into a high bun. Her dark skin contoured nicely with her crimson lipstick, and blended eyeshadow.
She wore a black, open high-fashion blazer, with the sleeves pulled to her elbows, exposing her simple, red dress shirt. It was buttoned down, exposing more than a hint of cleavage as the shirt struggled against her massive breasts that sat on her toned curvaceous figure.
The dress shirt was tucked into a pair of black dress pants that sculpted her ass and fell right above her ankle displaying her red-bottomed, Louis Vuitton stilettos.
"Y-y-yeah... Yes. Yes. It is." His voice caught in his throat as his eyes slowly went back to the painting on the wall. "Beautiful... but torturous, no?"
"How so?" Her voice was smooth as silk, leaving her lips and entering his ears. He could feel his erection growing and stabilizing, just knowing that he was in her presence.
"It's a man... strapped down and a woman standing over him. You can see the lust written all over his face and the delicious satisfaction on hers. Being tempted and tortured, unable to take what he wants."
"Fair assessment." Moving from one side of him, she brushed her hand against his back and slid it across to the other side. "However, incorrect."
"What? How am I...?"
