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An Artist's Kiss (MF)

Dark Desires 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 101,364
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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]

Isabella Coburn, 50, left the nude modelling world years ago, but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubenesque, older woman to pose for him. Determined to win her over, Gabriel does it the wrong way—he attempts blackmail, then forces his attentions on her. It is only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.

Isabella has had a secret since she was 19, a secret she has only shared with one other person, who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then, she considers herself perverted, sick, and tries to forget. Now she has met the one man who makes her dark desires clamor to be free—desires that Gabriel is only too willing to satisfy—and she is running scared.

Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is, or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for all these years?

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.

“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.

“True, but you said you wanted an older woman, and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”

Furiously, Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”

“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before, although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books, but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have, or might know, someone.”

“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties, or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”

“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”

Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.

A foreshortened figure of a gaunt, naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy, there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out, or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately, and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece, but it certainly demanded attention.

There wasn’t much work left to do on it, and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.

Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”

“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.

Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully, he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.

They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.

“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”

Ian sighed loudly.

“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years, so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”

Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.

“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas, so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks, so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”

He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas, but until he had an actual woman in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.

“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people. Anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”

“Thanks, Ian.”

“If she doesn’t have a model, then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”

“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”

Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Bedroom.”

She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked, he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.

“Bend over.”

When she complied, he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed, then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.

“Mmm, what a delightful view.”

Her wet, shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react, he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek, she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

A ragged “more” was all she could manage.

Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps, he bent forward and bit.

“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.

Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her more.

“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.

“Red,” she gasped.

Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand, he pinched her clit, while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit.

When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain, but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.

Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud, and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again, so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on, he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.

Roughly, he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit.

“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”

His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight, velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.

“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned.

She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start, he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.

Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering.

 As he continued pumping in and out, Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.

Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with.

She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time, he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.

“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

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