Muse in Lingerie_Lingerie 1

by Penelope Sky

  I took another drink. “My personal life is none of their business anyway.”

  “Vanessa?” he asked. “What about her?”

  She was so honest and innocent that lying to her made me feel shitty. “My personal life is none of her concern either.”

  Carter finally dropped the argument and drank from his glass.

  “The truth stays between us. Alright?”

  He downed the contents before he set the empty glass on the table. “Fine. But I get a go every now and then.”

  I unleashed a silent threat with just my eyes. No other man would have my muse. No other man would even get to look at her. She was all mine, my private fantasy. “No.”

  “If she doesn’t mean anything to you, why not?”

  “Because her pussy is worth a hundred million dollars—and I’m the only one that gets to fuck it.”

  * * *

  I returned to the villa that evening and left my car in the roundabout so one of the staff could take care of it. My secure garage was around the backside of the property, directly underneath the house and with an assortment of different vehicles. I had SUVs, sports cars—a wide collection.

  I stepped inside the house and handed my jacket to the maid, Beatrice.

  “Good evening, sir.” She placed my jacket over her arm, about to take it to be dry cleaned once she left my sight. “Dante is serving dinner in the dining room. Your guest is already there.”

  She’d better be in the lingerie that was left on the bedspread.

  I moved across the house to the large dining room that I had for dozens of guests. A grand table sat in the center, surrounded by windows that overlooked the grounds. Paintings hung on the wall, and the crystal chandelier reflected the light from the candles.

  My muse was there, sitting in the diamond dress she’d worn in the fashion show. She hit the runway and sparkled just like the dozens of one-carat diamonds sewn into her clothing. A diamond necklace hung around her throat, and her hair and makeup were done like she was about to make another appearance on the catwalk.

  Good, she listened.

  I sat across from her and placed my napkin over my lap.

  She looked like a beauty queen sitting perfectly upright. She held the right posture, her hands by her sides. Her blue eyes were narrowed in discomfort.

  Dante filled our wineglasses and removed the silver lids over our plates. The sizzling salmon grilled with rosemary and herbs sat on the plate along with a side salad and a thin slice of French bread. He excused himself from the room and left us alone.

  I started to eat.

  She paused before she grabbed her fork and knife. “I don’t want to dress like this for dinner. It makes me uncomfortable.”

  I cut into my fish, my eyes on my plate. “I don’t care how it makes you feel.”

  “I don’t want Dante to see me in something that barely covers me up.”

  “He would never touch you.” Like always, Dante’s cooking didn’t disappoint. The fish was thoroughly cooked, and the juices were delicious. He knew I had a strict diet, and he managed to incorporate delicious selections for me.

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  I finally looked up when I realized she wasn’t eating. I stared at the most gorgeous woman in the world, her cleavage on display for me to enjoy. Her rosy skin was perfect against the silver color, and the diamonds matched her value. Only a perfect woman like her deserved to wear the most expensive piece of lingerie ever made. “You can wear that in front of millions of people, but not Dante?”

  “It’s different, and you know it.”

  “Eat.” I pointed at her plate with my fork. “It’s delicious.”

  She finally picked up her fork and stared at her food. She took a pause, deliberating before she finally took her first bite. She chewed quietly with her small mouth, having the manners of someone with high class.

  I watched her eat, fascinated by the way her mouth moved. She didn’t smear her bright red lipstick or make a single smacking sound with her mouth. When her mouth was full of my come, she’d had to swallow a few times before she could get it all down. It was impossible for me not to think about that moment whenever I looked at that tiny mouth. “You’re right. It is.”

  Utensils tapped against the plate as we ate in mutual silence. I’d never had a woman over here for dinner before. I’d never had a woman over here at all, actually. When I picked up women on the town, I always used my place in Milan. Out here in the countryside, it was my time to be alone. But I didn’t want to keep Muse in the city, not when there was nothing for her to do. She would just stare out the window like a lonely cat. Here, she had the entire world at her feet.

  Her pretty voice broke the silence. “How was work?”

  I spent most of my day crunching numbers and going over the schedule for the next few months. The most daunting task was finding a replacement for my most famous model. I hadn’t even begun to deal with that nightmare. “That line of lingerie I debuted is selling all over the world. We didn’t meet the distribution deadline for America, so people are only getting the option to preorder. But I’ve never seen so many people preorder my fashion before. My brand has been propelled to a new level. It’s exciting…but a bit terrifying at the same time.”

  “Terrifying how?” She cut into her fish and kept eating. She usually paired her bites with a bit of her salad. She didn’t touch her bread.

  I dazzled the world with my creations, showed the world a line of fashion that women would die for. Men wanted to cover their mistresses with only the finest lingerie, and women wanted to be adored in the fabric. People weren’t just obsessed with my new model—but everything that she inspired. Now they would wait anxiously for my next collection. “How will I top that?”

  “How long have you been doing this?”

  “Nearly a decade.” I sipped the white wine, the bottle that Dante had recommended to me. He was knowledgeable about everything when it came to food. He was also a great manager, making sure the rest of the staff fulfilled their responsibilities on a daily basis. He was rewarded handsomely with a salary people would kill for.

  “Then you’ve done it before.”

  “But I’ve never made this kind of a splash. Barsetti Lingerie has always been known for its premium luxury. It’s always been a recognized brand. If my name is on it, you know it’s quality. But now my name is famous in a different stratosphere. It’s attracting attention in a whole new way. My sales have suggested I’m more than just popular. Now that I’ve raised the expectations, anything less than absolutely perfect won’t be enough. I can’t disappoint my critics, my customers.”

  She finished her fish and then rested her fingers around the stem of her glass. “You won’t.”

  I didn’t deserve her confidence. She didn’t know me well enough.

  “You won’t because you care too much. You won’t release your next designs until you’re absolutely certain they will kill. And I can help you with that. Like I said, I want to be of use to you…since you saved my life.”

  I loved hearing her gratitude. She hated this situation because all of her freedom had been stripped away, but she was grateful for it at the exact same time. Without me, her fate would have been terrible. Now I had an obedient woman that I didn’t even need to chain. I didn’t see her a slave—not when she was indebted to me. “You will be of use to me, Muse. You can count on it.”

  * * *

  I shut the door behind me then pressed my chest into her back. The halter top dress she wore revealed the gorgeous skin of her back. I pulled her hair over one shoulder and kissed her bare skin, tasting her sweetness. It was nothing compared to the erotic taste between her legs, but I enjoyed it all the same.

  I kissed the shell of her ear and slowly moved my hands underneath the short dress she wore. I felt her soft skin, my callused fingertips gently caressing her. I moved across her belly button and then slid farther up, anxious to feel those perky tits. I’d seen her completely naked only onc
e. That was when she’d stood on the stage at the Underground. I didn’t feel an ounce of arousal then because I was too pissed she was up there in the first place.

  She was mine.

  But now it was just the two of us.

  She was my muse.

  My fantasy.

  I untied the string around her neck and let the dress come loose. It slowly fell forward, slipping down her body until her tits were revealed. My hands slid over her dress until I felt the curve of her tits. I pressed my mouth to her ear and breaths as I cupped each one, feeling their firmness. My fingers squeezed hard, her tits filling out my large hands perfectly. I felt her nipples harden in response, gentle bumps forming on her creamy white skin. I squeezed them again as I stared down at her body, my cock harder than it’d ever been before. “My muse…” My thumbs flicked over her nipples, and then I kissed her neck.

  She was fucking perfect.

  I had stared at her gorgeous figure under the bright lights of the stage. I’d studied the way her body moved, the way her hips shook as she paraded across the room like a queen. But now she was physically in my hands—and she was my property.

  I pulled the dress back over her head, and she lifted her arms in cooperation. Her breathing had picked up. I could see it in the way her chest rose and fell. The muscles of her back were all tight in anticipation. Her lips were slightly parted so she could draw in more breath.

  I dropped the dress on the ground.

  Now she stood in her heels and the thong, her round ass perfect for a slap. My hands trailed down her back, my finger feeling the ridges over her spine. I followed the steep curve and reached her luscious behind. My finger hooked into her panties.

  I didn’t know how I would take her. I wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable, but for the first time, I wanted it to be good. I wanted her legs spread underneath me, every inch of my dick buried inside her. I wanted to give her every drop of come, to take away her innocence and make her feel like a real woman.

  My hands shook just thinking about it.

  Paying that kind of dough for her was a hit, even for me. But now that I felt her tremble at my touch, I knew she was worth every penny. Not only would I have her now, but I would have her all I wanted—as long as I wanted. She was a treasure I wouldn’t share with anyone else. She was exclusively mine.

  I pulled her panties down, tugging them down her tanned skin and over the huge curve of her ass. Slowly, I removed them, dragging them down her thighs. I lowered to my knees at the same time, undressing her slowly. My lips kissed each of her cheeks and the backside of her thighs until I helped her step out of the thong.

  That’s when I spotted the pussy juice in her panties.

  She was wet for me.

  I rose back to my feet, a maniacal smile on my face. She could pretend she was only here because she had to be, but she couldn’t pretend not to be attracted to me. She fought the urge to come as some kind of silent protest, but that hadn’t worked. Her body wanted me as much as mine wanted hers. I felt the connection anytime I touched her. And now that I’d rescued her, dropped a bunch of change to own her, she respected my power.

  Now my dick was a little thicker.

  I slowly turned her around so we were face-to-face, spotting the redness in her cheeks. Her slender shoulders led to an even more slender neck. Her body was endless curves, soft skin, and pure beauty.

  I could stare at her all day.

  I slowly backed her up to the bed, my dick eager to be inside that slick pussy for the first time. I was already possessive of her, but I knew my attachment would only intensify once I’d fucked her.

  She moved with me, her hands gliding to my chest. Once the back of her knees hit the bed, she was supposed to scoot up onto the mattress. But instead, she leaned in to kiss me.

  I pulled my face away, never allowing her lips to touch mine.

  She stilled at the cold rejection, her eyes shifting back and forth in alarm. Her hands slowly slid down my body and stopped at my stomach.

  “I don’t kiss.” My hand moved up her back, directly over her spine.

  “Why?”

  I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor without taking my eyes off her. Her bust was large in comparison to her petite rib cage. Every time she breathed, her tits seemed to swell. When she held herself with perfect posture, it made her body that much more hypnotic. Her waist curved in before it lengthened into the wide hips I loved to grab. I wanted to drag my lips all over her body. “I just don’t.” I grabbed her plump ass and set her on the bed.

  Now the sexy expression was gone from her eyes. She didn’t look at me with desire, the way she did when my dick was in her mouth. The look she gave me was completely different, like I’d just sucked all her spirit away. “Why?” She repeated the same question a second time, demanding an answer even though she couldn’t demand anything from me.

  “Doesn’t matter.” I dropped my jeans and my boxers then moved on top of her on the bed. I scooted her toward the pillows so I would have plenty of room to fold her underneath me.

  “It matters to me.” She pressed her hand against my chest, like the action could somehow steady me.

  “When you kiss and fuck, it’s lovemaking. When you just fuck, it’s fucking. I don’t do lovemaking.”

  “So you never kiss anyone?”

  “Never.” I liked the way her hair was spread out around her, stretching outward across the bedspread. Her blue eyes were bright like the diamonds that had just covered her body. She was tense with fear, and I liked that she was afraid.

  “Do you not like it?”

  “I love it. But I never want to feel anything. I like not feeling anything at all.”

  “Why don’t you want to feel anything?”

  I came in here to fuck her, to claim my reward for saving her life. I wasn’t in the mood for chitchat. “Enough with the talking.” I spread her legs with my thighs and tilted her hips until she was angled perfectly underneath me. I could barely keep my breathing even because I finally had this woman spread underneath me, ready to be fucked good and hard. I wanted to stretch her and make her bleed for the first time.

  She tensed underneath me, consternation spreading over her face. She didn’t move with me the way she did the other night. She gripped my arms hard to steady herself. She wasn’t fluid and free. She wouldn’t even look at me.

  I pressed my crown to her entrance and pushed gently.

  “Conway…”

  I ignored her and kept pressing, trying to push into her tight entrance. But she was so tight I couldn’t break through. It would take work for me to sink inside. But the wait would be worth it. Feeling her resistance was only a turn-on. Untouched and innocent, her body wasn’t used to taking a man.

  “I…I don’t want this.”

  I looked into her eyes, watching the fear grow inside.

  “I want it to be different. I want it to be mean something.”

  I kept my dick pressed against her, but I didn’t try to push farther inside. “I don’t care what you want. I bought you—and I can do whatever I want.”

  “Conway, please. I’ve been waiting my whole life for the right guy. I know he isn’t you…but I don’t want it to be like this. I want you to touch me, to kiss me, for it to be gentle and slow. I know it’s stupid—”

  “It is stupid. People think losing their virginity is supposed to be a magical experience. It’s usually not. It’s awkward, bumpy, and painful. There was never going to be a Prince Charming to make your first time any different. Why should I?” I saw her as a physical possession, something I’d spent a fortune on. She was the key to my success, to making me the greatest designer the world would ever see. My lingerie would still thrive even long after I was gone.

  She kept her legs open, but her eyes showed her disappointment. “I know you saved my life. I know you paid a fortune for me. I know I should just shut up and take it…but you’re keeping me for the rest of your life. I guess it’s just one favo
r I want to ask.”

  “You think you’re in any position to ask for favors?” My dick was hard, and I was horny as fuck. I should have sunk inside her by now. I should be surrounded by her warm tightness. I should be ramming her right this second, getting off to the incredible pussy that tasted amazing.

  Defeat finally entered her eyes. “Fine…” She widened her legs farther, surrendering to me completely. The argument was finally over, and she was ready for me to take her exactly how I wanted.

  As hard as I was, I hated that look in her eyes. I hated her disappointment. It hurt me in ways I couldn’t explain. I should just use her the way I promised I would, but something held me back. I wasn’t a good guy and never claimed to be one, so there was no guilty conscience stopping me.

  But I couldn’t do it.

  I wanted to fuck her so goddamn bad.

  But I didn’t.

  I growled under my breath then got off her, all the muscles in my body flexed with fury. My arousal had given away to rage, and I wanted to punch a hole in the wall since I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

  I grabbed my boxers from the floor and pulled them on. I didn’t bother putting on my jeans. Instead, I snatched them off the floor and threw them over my shoulder. I marched out of her room and headed to my bedroom at the very end of the hallway.

  I slammed the door harder than I meant to.

  My master bedroom had a living room with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the rest of my land. There was a large fireplace in the corner, perfect for the nights when the fog settled over the grass. Sometimes I read by the fire, but most of the time, I just drank. I tossed my pants on the couch and headed into the bedroom where my king-size bed lay. There was a fireplace in there too, along with a walk-in closet and an enormous bathroom.

  My dick was so hard I thought it might explode.

  Unless I jerked off, it wasn’t going anywhere.

  I was disappointed in myself for listening to my slave, treating her like she had rights or something. But I was also turned on as fuck that she had this invisible power over me. She had the ability to make requests when no one else did. No one else could get away with that shit. If anyone else had been bought for a hundred million dollars to save their life, they wouldn’t dare pull a stunt like that.