by Sadie Grey
He paused with his hand on the doorknob, without looking back. “Go take a shower. We have more work to do.”
The door swung open, bathing the room in harsh daylight. Then he was gone.
The Art of Love Part 4
Chapter 15
I lost myself in the shower’s warm embrace. Steaming water kissed my flesh, and I slowly turned my body beneath the soothing flow, letting it caress every inch of me. Knots of tension drained from my tired limbs, but it did nothing to wash away my tangled thoughts.
I was the one who had insisted there would be no sex today. Then I stupidly tried to seduce Dominic. The fact that I had broken my own rule was bad enough, but the fact that he rejected my advances made me feel even worse. I felt like a fool, and I wasn’t sure if I could face him again, even though I had almost fifteen more hours to go.
Even aside from my failed attempt at seduction, he had me all twisted up inside. Every time I thought I knew what was happening, the world shifted around me.
I tumbled through a midnight world of wild abandon. A world beyond my limits and through the looking glass. A place where I had no more secrets. Dominic ripped away the mask I wore for the world and for myself. It was liberating and terrifying.
I felt like a different person now. I could feel the change just as surely as I felt the water cascading down my back. I just wasn’t sure if I was changing for the better.
I grabbed a bar of soap from the edge of the tub and started scrubbing away the images painted on my skin. It was clear that today was not about creating any traditional forms of art. Today, I was the canvas. I was the sculpture. I was his newest creation. And as the red numbers of the twenty-four hour countdown clock spun inevitably closer to zero, I had to wonder.
What will I look like at the end of the day?
I pushed those thoughts away and lathered the soap on my skin. All my uncertainties and anxieties could wait. I just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace before I went back out there and faced whatever was coming. For now, I was alone in the eye of the storm.
And then I wasn’t.
I couldn’t explain what happened, exactly, but I sensed a change in the air. Some shift in the energy. A tingling on my skin.
“Hello?” I called out, immediately feeling foolish.
There was no response other than the tinkling splash of water and the swirling of steam. I shook my head and chided myself for being paranoid.
Then the shower curtain was yanked sideways. Cool air assaulted my skin. I flinched and my arms flew to cover my breasts and my sex. Dominic stood outside the shower, cloaked in mist.
“What the hell?” I cried out.
He looked at me with his blue eyes. They traced the slick curves of my body. He made no secret of it.
“Uh, excuse me,” I said. “I’m trying to shower, thank you very much.”
“We need to talk,” he said.
“So you decided that now would be a good time?”
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked.
I thought about it. I did and I didn’t. I was pissed off at him for rejecting me, but I was also glad that he had shown restraint, even when I hadn’t. I wasn’t exactly comfortable having him watch me while I was in the shower, but after that bitter sting of rejection, I felt a certain amount of satisfaction knowing that he still wanted to see me naked. I’ve always been self-conscious about how I look, and there was a simple pleasure in having a man this gorgeous openly admiring me.
“You can stay,” I said finally. “But try not to stare.”
“Why?” he asked.
I turned my back to him. “It makes me uncomfortable.”
“You have no reason to be embarrassed.”
“I don’t care. It’s just not proper.”
“Just pretend I’m not here.”
“Right. Like that’s possible.”
I lathered up my hands again. If it was possible to shower angrily, I did it. I rubbed my body with the soap in quick, brisk movements, and I kept my back to him. Still, I could feel his eyes roving across my skin with an almost physical touch.
“About before,” he said quietly. “I had to say no. I hope you understand that.”
I continued showering and said nothing.
“I made you a promise,” he said. “And I intend to keep it. I hope you’re not upset.”
I was upset, but I didn’t want to say it. My continued silence was answer enough.
“The irony of the situation is that I’ve been encouraging you to take risks, and when you finally did, I had to say no. It’s unfortunate, but it had to be done. You may have been the one to ask for the no sex rule, but when I envisioned how this day would go, sex was always off the table. Sex complicates things too much. What you and I are working on is more important than sex.”
I didn’t know if I believed him or not, but I knew if I argued with him, he would just find a way to show me I was wrong. I felt like he’d been doing that all day. The man had a way with words that I couldn’t compete with. I’d never win a verbal argument, but perhaps I could try a different tactic to test out his devotion to the no sex rule.
I twisted my body sideways a bit, just enough so that he could see more than just my back. I rubbed the soap along my arms in smooth, lingering motions, stroking up and down my wet skin. I didn’t know much about being sexy so I imagined that my hands were his. Where would I want him to touch me?
My fingers trailed over my breasts, charting winding circles between them and teasing my nipples until they hardened. Suds dripped down my body. I arched my back and thrust my chest out while I continued to caress myself.
I risked a glance at him. His eyes were glued to me with a hungry expression. Despite the warmth of the water, I felt a shiver run through me. I said nothing, but I silently cheered. I could tell I was having an effect on him. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My hands explored my body while he watched. I was feeling the effects, too, to be honest. My pulse quickened and a quiet moan escaped my lips, barely audible over the sound of the water pouring down on me.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. The intent expression on his face elicited a coy smile from me. My body turned to face him fully. My hands danced down my breasts to my stomach to my hips. I placed one foot on the edge of the tub exposing the soapy spot between my legs. His eyes drank in the sight of me.
I leaned forward and placed my hands on my ankle. My breasts hung full and heavy in front of me. My hands massaged my ankle slowly, then my calf, then trailed up to my knee and to my thigh and in between my legs. I let them linger there, stroking myself.
My fingers toyed with my slit. I looked at Dominic through half-lidded eyes. I could see the evidence of his arousal. My hips began to roll in time with my stroking. His eyes followed them as if hypnotized. I slid a finger inside me and he groaned with frustrated desire.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked seductively.
He nodded.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to join me?”
I could see the conflict warring within him. His brow was furrowed and his neck muscles were tense. His body seemed to tremble with barely suppressed eagerness.
I moaned and bit my lip. “Do you want to join me?” I asked again.
“Absolutely,” he said and took a step towards me.
“Too bad,” I said and slammed the shower curtain shut between us.
He made an angry sound and then I heard the bathroom door slam behind him. I did a little victory dance. I knew I had made him angry, and I knew what I’d done was mean, but in that moment, it felt so good to be in control again.
I finished my shower in peaceful silence, trying to ignore the feeling of dread that sat in my stomach.
Chapter 16
I emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped snugly around my torso. Dominic was standing across the studio, staring out the window. The cool light of the afternoon lit the angles of his face. I
approached him and he refused to look at me.
“Are you mad?” I asked, knowing the answer but also knowing that I had to say something.
In response, he turned his back to me.
“You see?” I asked. “Rejection hurts, no matter what the reason behind it.”
“Your rejection was cruel,” he said softly. “Mine was not.”
I sighed. It was easy to forget that even strong men like him could get their feelings hurt and pout like everyone else. I wanted to be annoyed by his moodiness, but I found it kind of adorable. It made him more human.
“I didn’t mean to be cruel,” I said.
He kept his back to me and said nothing. I traversed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. His muscles tensed at my touch. I laid my head on his back and whispered to him.
“I’m sorry, okay? I was just playing around.”
I could feel him relax. He put his hands on mine and gave them a brief squeeze.
“No,” he said with a sigh. “I hurt your feelings, and you retreated into your old defense mechanisms. You needed to be in control of the situation again. You needed to be the one to reject me.”
“I didn’t really think about what I was doing,” I said. “I just did it.”
“I know. It’s automatic for you. When things don’t go as expected, you get angry. You lash out. You need to learn to take the unexpected in stride. You need to be flexible and go with the flow.”
I pulled away from him and he turned around.
“I thought that’s what I was doing when I tried to kiss you, but you pushed me away.”
“You did,” he said. “You let your passion guide you. It was the right thing to do, but I did the right thing, too, by saying no.”
“I don’t understand you sometimes. I feel like there’s no winning with you.”
“This isn’t about winning and losing,” he said. “This isn’t a game.”
“I don’t know what this is,” I said, the heat rising in my voice.
“It’s an opportunity.”
“An opportunity for what?”
“That depends on you. Maybe you leave here with nothing but the money. Or maybe you leave here with something more.”
“Like?”
“Like the secrets to love, life, and happiness. Or maybe just a different perspective on the world.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t need your help? I like who I am.”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know. But what gives you the right to judge me? You barely even know me.”
“I’m trying to get to know you. And I’m trying to help.”
“I don’t need your help,” I said. “And I don’t need your charity.”
“No,” he said. “You need my money. And if you want to get paid, you have to do what I say and you have to play by my rules. Correct?”
I swallowed an angry reply. He was right. I had lost sight of my goal with all of his philosophical questions and the vulnerable situations he had put me in. I wasn’t here to fall in love. I wasn’t here to find myself. I was here to do what he said and to get paid.
“Correct,” I said.
“Good,” he said and pointed at the wall. “We’ve got just under fifteen hours to go. Maybe you’ll learn something. Maybe you won’t. But I am going to proceed as planned. Understood?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You are back in submissive mode,” he said. “You will not speak unless I ask. Understood?”
“Yes. Sir,” I quickly added, slipping back into the role from earlier. I was surprised at how easy it was. Whatever crazy power trip he was on, Dominic still exerted a commanding air about him. His back was straight and his eyes were confident and sure.
“There is an outfit hanging just outside the bathroom door,” he said. “Retrieve it and put it on.”
More outfits. Well, I had enjoyed wearing the last one. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t be too bad. I hurried to the bathroom obediently. Hanging from a peg on the wall was another strange mix of clothing. Thigh high leather boots with long spiked heels, a pair of pink satin panties, and a see-through mesh tank top.
I dropped the towel to the floor and hurried to get the skimpy clothing on. The outfit wasn’t nearly as complicated as the corset from earlier, and I was glad that I didn’t need Dominic’s assistance in putting it on. I wasn’t angry with him, exactly, but I was tired of him looking at me like some pitiful lamb that needed his shepherding. I was a grown woman, dammit.
I slipped the panties over my hips and the tank top over my head. I was just zipping up the second boot when Dominic stalked up behind me. I turned to face him and he looked at me with approving eyes. He handed me a white, featureless mask that looked like a mannequin face. I slipped it on and put the elastic band across the back of my head.
He held out his hand and I took it. We walked over to the mirror so that I could see myself. My breasts showed clearly through the mesh top and the pink panties hugged my sex tightly, revealing the line of my slit. I should have felt exposed with all of my parts on display, but the mask changed the whole feel of the outfit.
Behind the thin molded plastic, my face was completely hidden. Angie was gone. The woman who looked back at me in the mirror could have been anyone. I was anonymous, and in that anonymity, I found a surprising fearlessness. Without a face for the world to see, I was safe from judgment and constraint. I could face anything he put in front of me.
“Are you familiar with performance art?” Dominic asked.
“No, sir.”
“As the name suggests, the art being created is a performance. There’s no painting, no drawing, no sketching. You are the subject and the medium and it only exists in one time and one place and then it is gone forever. In some ways, this entire day is a type of performance art, although you may not agree. Regardless, what’s coming next is absolutely performance art. Follow me.” He walked me towards the door to the hallway.
“Wait,” I said.
He spun around with a severe expression on his face. I snapped my mouth shut.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, sir, but are we leaving the studio?” I gestured at the clothes I was wearing which hardly covered me at all.
“We are going across the hall.”
I raised my hand like a child in class. He frowned.
“What?”
“Sir, who lives across the hall?”
He smiled. “I do. I own the whole building.”
I relaxed.
“Any further questions?”
“No, sir.”
“Good.” He turned around and kept walking.
We stepped out the door and into the hallway. The air was colder out there. Even though I knew we were alone, I felt exposed outside the studio. It had become a place of security for me, where my actions were kept secret and separate from the rest of the world. Now I stepped into the unknown. I steeled myself behind the privacy of the mask. No one could condemn me as long as I wore it.
Dominic opened the only other door in the hallway and gestured me through. I wandered into darkness. It was similar in size to the studio across the hall, but unlike the studio, which was full of warm, natural light, this space was shrouded in gloom. Vague shapes loomed in the inky blackness, made only slightly visible by dim lamps smoldering in distant corners.
I heard a switch flip behind me and a glaring spotlight beamed a column of light down into the center of the room. I gasped at the sight of a naked woman bound to a large metallic frame.
Chapter 17
“What do you think?” Dominic asked from beside me.
Contrary to what I first thought, the bound woman was not entirely nude. She wore a black leather mask that completely obscured her features except for the tuft of blonde ponytail sticking out of the back. Her wrists and ankles were attached to the frame with leather cuffs, forcing her arms out to her sides and her legs spread wide. Studded leather straps crisscrossed h
er body, but they did nothing to actually cover her breasts or her hairless sex.
“I don’t know what to say, sir.”
“She’s a present for you. I made the arrangements earlier.”
“A present, sir?”
He grinned. “Yes, despite your recent doubts about what we’re accomplishing today, you have been an excellent subject. So I arranged something special for you.”
