The Maestro
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But nothing had prepared Simone for the exquisite pain she was about to feel. Her head was angled back and Linda could see that her eyes were moist with the pain. When it was over her body slumped on the bed.
'I want to taste her.'
Sebastian removed the bonds but Simone lay lifeless on the bed. They turned her over. Simone's listless doe-eyes stared up to Sebastian. Sebastian undressed and aroused Linda with the sight of his sturdy cock. He removed Simone's gag. His cock grazed the side of her cheek before being greedily taken in her mouth.
Linda thought that the sight of another woman giving fellatio to Sebastian might make her jealous, but it didn't, it only aroused her further. She positioned herself between Simone's legs and took the bud of her sex into her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth. Simone's voluptuous chest writhed in appreciation.
Linda first clasped Simone's reddened bum cheeks in her hands, then ran her fingernails along the burning welt marks that she herself had administered, scratching her already grazed skin. Simone was taking Sebastian in deeply. Her head lay flat against the white sheet of the bed as Sebastian plunged his tool so far down that it must have touched the back of her throat.
Linda lapped at Simone's juiced quim, her tongue exploring everywhere. Simone's legs arched up to get the greatest affect from Linda's tongue. Watching Simone like that, seeing the pleasure she was bringing to her, Linda decided that she would like to see Sebastian fuck Simone while Simone licked her. She exchanged positions with her husband, Sebastian raising Simone's legs high so that he could push hard into her, as Linda sat on Simone's face, leaning over to watch Sebastian's cock plunge into the moist folds of Simone's flesh. It was beautiful to watch as it was beautiful to feel Simone's tongue, prodding inside her, spreading her juice up to the extremity of her clitoris, her finger sliding between her bottom cheeks pressing on her perineum.
She leaned further over so that her chest rested on Simone's middle, Simone having to arch her neck up further so that she could continue licking and sucking her. Linda was close enough now to caress Simone's black fringe of pubic hair, then to go closer placing her finger and thumb around Simone where Sebastian shafted into her. She couldn't resist the temptation: she licked Simone's swollen lips then licked Sebastian's hot meat as he penetrated Simone.
Sebastian pulled out and slid his slicked dome into the parting lips of Linda, going in deep. She had forgotten what it felt like to have Sebastian like this in her mouth, but she had never done it before while a woman was bringing her to orgasm.
His cock was so hard. She wanted it. She needed it now. She withdrew her sex from Simone, turned around and laid on her, sticking her tongue inside her mouth, tasting Simone's mouth, tasting her own love juices while Sebastian entered her. She remembered that first time in the Hampstead apartment. She remembered a hundred times when he had fucked her like this, but this fuck seemed more poignant than all the others, because it was, if not the end of their relationship, then the end of an era, the irrefutable end of something. This fuck she realised was a celebration of that, a rite of passage.
She kissed Simone with a manic fervour, feeling the pressure of her orgasm building inside her, a knot in the stomach a lump in her throat. She was coming. She was coming, floating on the wave of her climax as she felt a gush of Sebastian's hot seed shoot up inside her. She came, still kissing Simone, her body jerking on Sebastian's stiff prick, a liberating, wonderful explosion of an orgasm.
As she stood in the gallery thinking about that evening, thinking a hundred thoughts about Sebastian, she looked into those beautiful limpid eyes, took in the sad-happy smile. It was an end of an era. As in art as in life. There is always a time to move on, to experiment with new materials and new ideas.
The opening night was a great success. The critics had been positive. Maria told her that there had been several tempting offers for her paintings by some of the art dealers she had managed to assemble for the preview.
Of course all the talk was still about Delgado. That was unavoidable. She had thought about going to see him in prison but decided against it. Another era over! She felt guilty about her sense of gratitude towards him. He was, after all, all the things that Alfonso had said about him. It had still been a terrible shock though to see that picture of him as the police had gone to arrest him, those terrible eyes, knowing he'd been found out, knowing his life had been destroyed forever, as he had destroyed so many others.
They had all come forward, fifteen at the last count, all telling the same story of manipulation and deception, and there was no doubt that he would be in prison for a long time. Still part of her wished he could have come, not to see how her work had been admired, but because he was the only one she would never know about for sure. It had worked with all the rest.
She hadn't titled any of the paintings but it had been eerie, as it had been that day when Maria selected as her favourite painting the one that Linda had secretly dedicated to her, in the same way that Sebastian's favourite was the one she had secretly called Sebastian. It was the same with Alfonso and Hugo and Laura, even though the last two she had only drawn from the memory of the story Maria had told. There was a Rebecca painting that Rebecca liked, and even a Damian. It had worked with Suzanne too. She had dragged Paco along, Paco moaning that he knew nothing about art, but seemingly happy to see the radiant English girl again. He had chosen, when Linda pressed him, the picture of the emerald sea that she had dedicated to him, and Maria had chosen the wild furious whirls of purple and red and black that was meant exclusively for her. And so it was with all the others. Only one painting - a favourite with the dealers and the critics - the enormous canvas of greys and black, a shock of lucid white and golden yellow in the centre, went unrecognised by its true owner, the painting that would be known in posterity as The Maestro.
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