A Brush of Violet

by Corinne Alexander

  Curls of desire ran over her as he rubbed her clit with the head of his cock several times before plunging deep inside of her. He kissed her deeply then while gently massaging her breast. Liquid fire ignited inside of her. His mouth hot around her nipple sent lightning to her clit causing searing white hot contractions. The fire built brighter and brighter until she finally burst into a million flames riding them until the very last burst ignited and gently receded. Charles look penetrated hungrily into her eyes in a wild way that consumed every inch of her soul as he gave into his own release. She stared in wonder at him as the connection with him that she felt was mirrored back to her in his eyes.

  He eased onto the couch beside her as he snuggled her, wrapping her in his big strong arms. He smiled down on her widely. “You are one incredible woman.”

  She sighed in deep contentment. “You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she said as she cuddled into him.

  Chapter Four

  The sun streamed brightly through the windows as she laid out each piece of artwork she had brought along for her booth. Giddiness bubbled up inside of her at the sight of the work she had done several years before.

  When she had woken up this morning, she had that old familiar buzz floating around in her head. Her hands practically itched with the need to create something. She pranced over to the closet where Ever kept her art supplies. She rifled through until she found what she wanted. Pulling out a fresh canvas, she chose acrylic paints due to their fast drying abilities. She had a burning desire to memorialize how she was feeling at this moment in time to add to her collection. She had carefully chosen each piece that she brought along to best represent her journey as an artist. It struck her that it had been a long time since she had experienced this feeling.

  Eagerness at the prospect of creating something new took over as she set the canvas on the easel that Ever kept in her light-filled living room. It was really the perfect space to paint. Taking a sip of tea, she ruminated over what to create as her hands quickly took over, spreading paint across the canvas in quick small strokes. Often her subconscious knew what she needed to create better than she did, and all she had to do was wait for it to reveal itself. She allowed her senses to open fully as the almost sensuous process enwrapped her. The fluidity of the paint gliding across the surface of the canvas, the colors shaping what was in her heart into reality, gave her remarkable satisfaction. Each brush of paint caused the scene to come in sharper.

  As she made the final brush stroke, the scene was fully revealed before her. A woman intimately clung to the man whose lap she was draped over, her face burrowed into his neck. His arm possessively entwined around her waist, a hand grasped her blushing, freshly spanked bottom. There was a tender yet carnal quality; a simultaneous feeling evoked of being the possessed and the possessor from each of them equally, although subtly.

  Further scenes took hold and played out behind her eyelids. Before she knew it, she had created an entire series of paintings that demonstrated each aspect, each sacred moment, of the dominant and submissive relationship. She had captured the beauty of it in each minute detail.

  She was drawn out of the creative haze that had embodied her for the last few hours as the door slammed shut behind her. She turned to see her friend struggling with a cardboard box in her arms. “Here, let me help,” she said hurrying over to lend a hand as she grabbed one end of the box.

  “Thanks,” Ever said, blowing her bangs out of her face. “That was heavier than I thought it was,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

  The two women took the box over to the table in unison. “What’s in there anyway?” she asked.

  “Just some of the kids’ projects for the kiln. These are the last to fire for their exhibit this weekend.”

  “The kids having an exhibit is a great idea,” she enthused. “I would love to go down and see it when you put them in if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course, I would love to show you.” Ever walked over and hung her purse up on the hall tree.

  “I’m going to put a pot on for tea,” Violet called out on her way to the kitchen. “Do you want a cup?”

  “I would love a cup of the mint medley,” Ever called after her.

  Just as she stepped toward the stove to set the water to boil, she heard a gasp from the other room. She hurried to finish and dashed into the living room to see what had grabbed Ever’s attention. When she entered the room, she saw her friend standing in front of her newly created artwork.

  “Violet, these are magnificent,” she gasped. Everleigh gave her a measured look. “Things have changed haven’t they?”

  A sheepish smile filled her face. Ever let out a big squeal, ran over, and practically lifted her off the ground with the hug she gave her. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist it while you were here! Oh, Violet, I’m so happy for you,” she said with joyful tears welling in her eyes.

  Ever grasped her hands and dragged her gently over to the couch. “Tell me everything. You and Charles hit it off?”

  “Oh, Ever, I haven’t felt this free in so long I can’t even remember,” she gushed. “It just happened. We were walking along and it dawned on me how relaxed I felt and the next thing I know I’m over Charles’ lap getting the first spanking in years. And what’s more,” she breathed with wonder, “I never felt like this with John. When Charles touches me, it’s like my body ignites.”

  “Vi, this is how it’s supposed to be.” Ever glowed at her. “So, when are you going to see him again?”

  Violet toyed with the fringe from the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. “He invited me over to his house for dinner tonight,” she said glancing up.

  The look on Ever’s face was like the cat that got the canary. “You have to go!” she blurted. “You know, Charles is the most eligible bachelor in Corbin’s Bend ever since Brent found Charmagne. Yet, I think I’ve heard of him going on one date the entire time I’ve lived here and yet he wants to take you out for the second time in two days. He must really like you,” she said bluntly.

  “I don’t know what this means for me long term, but I do know that I’m going to see where this goes while I’m here. You never know where things might lead.” Violet smiled teasingly. “With all seriousness, after yesterday I’m not sure I can go back to living without this in my life. I’m starting to realize it’s not just some kink I can put in the back of the closet and pretend doesn’t exist. It’s a part of who I am.”

  “Thank God,” Ever blew out with consternation. “I thought you were going to be in denial for the rest of your life. I knew once I got you here, you wouldn’t be able to deny who you are inside anymore. I’m extra glad it’s Charles who has helped you open this side of yourself again. He is a fine specimen of a man isn’t he?” She giggled.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” Violet said, fanning herself. “I have never in my life been turned on as much as I am in the presence of that man,” she confessed. “Holy crap he knows how to push my buttons. But honestly, even that first time that we met, when his hand brushed mine, it was like an electric shock,” she enthused.

  “Oh, honey, I am so happy for you. You have no idea how much this does my heart good to know that you are allowing yourself to be who you truly are.”

  “I don’t know what all of this means, but I’m willing to see where it takes me,” she confessed while wrapping her friend with a big hug. “Now, let’s get those amazing flower pots in the kiln,” she said decisively, giving Ever’s leg a lighthearted prodding smack.

  “Okay, let’s go.” Ever laughed. “I have the perfect place for us to display these for the festival,” she said as she gestured toward the new paintings. “If you’re willing to put them up for sale, we have a special “adults only” section of the fair for pieces just like this,” she emphasized suggestively.

  “Oh wow, okay, thank you.” Violet nodded, feeling shy about her new work. Inwardly she was thrilled at the idea of sharing work so personal to her.

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�People are going to snatch these up!” Ever grinned, her eyes lit up with excitement.

  * * * * *

  Violet could hear the sounds of kids laughing up and down the street as she rapped on Charles’ screen door. She saw his silhouette approach before he did.

  “You found me I see.” Smiling widely, he gestured for her to come in. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace; his lips soft on her cheek as he gave her a kiss hello.

  “The drive was quick and painless.” She reached up on tiptoes to give him a kiss of her own in kind, inhaling the earthy scent of his aftershave.

  “Come in,” he said, gesturing down the hallway. “I hope you like Italian, because I’m in the middle of making a linguini with clam sauce that is going to knock your socks off.”

  “Mmm, it smells delicious. Italian is one of my favorites. Well, along with Mexican, and well food.” She laughed. “Food is my favorite. You’re going to find that I am easy to please.”

  As they made their way toward the kitchen, she took in her surroundings. The living room exemplified his personality perfectly with its warm dark tones which complemented the mahogany furniture. There was a perfect combination of firm order and control seen in the clean room, offset by the comfortable charm of the supple brown leather couch, worn with use, and casual accents scattered about, culminating in a wonderful dichotomy of personalities. The ensemble showcased a man who was at peace with his life, controlling it with ease, while still enjoying the little moments.

  Violet eyed the way his perfectly sculpted ass filled out the old pair of jeans he wore with appreciation as he padded over to the stove to give the sauce a stir. She took note that he looked equally fine in his relaxed jeans, bare feet, and old t-shirt as he had in the pristine suit he wore when they first met.

  “Come here, taste this.” He waved her over. He brought a wooden spoon brimming with sauce to her lips.

  “Oh God that’s good.” Her eyes rolled heavenward with appreciation. “Wow, you weren’t lying about that sauce,” she said, licking her lips.

  “I’m glad you like it, although it offends me that you think I would ever lie to you,” he said facetiously and chuckled. “Would you like a glass of wine? I have both Cabernet and Pinot Grigio.”

  “A glass of Pinot sounds great,” she said, leaning up against the center island. As he poured first her glass and then his own, the shrill of a phone ringing came from a distant part of the house.

  “Ignore that, it’s just my business line.” As the call continued to ring with persistence, he excused himself to turn the ringer off.

  As she waited, she noticed his planner sitting on the counter next to her. She couldn’t help but take a quick glance. Intrigued, she noticed that every single Saturday was crossed of the calendar. I wonder what that’s all about.

  She glanced up and started as she heard Charles deep resonance. “You know, nosy women get spanked around here.” He stalked up to her looking like he was going to pounce. She gave out a little eep as he spun her around to face the counter, her back to him. Grabbing a clean wooden spoon from the drawer, he came up from behind and rubbed the spoon in circles across her bottom. “What do you think, Violet, do nosy girls need to be spanked?” he breathed into her ear. She shivered at the word spank. “I’m going to give you a little taste of that medicine.”

  He quickly snapped the wooden spoon rapidly against her bottom three times. She jumped at the sharp sting. Three more quickly followed on the other cheek. She gasped as she vacillated between begging for more and fearing that she would get it. He warmed her entire bottom over.

  He leaned and spoke into her ear, “Naughty girls get their spankings on their bare bottom don’t they?”

  “Yes, sir,” Violet said, her legs turning to jello.

  Unsnapping her jeans, he slid them over her ass and down her thighs, panties following. Bending her over the crook of one arm, he wielded the spoon with the other. She groaned as he rubbed her bottom with the spoon in slow caresses. Juices flooded as the spoon dipped between her legs. Several sharp blows landed on her bottom causing her senses to reel. Each stroke came down like a scorching rain. He intermingled rubbing the spoon on her bottom sensuously with the strokes of the spoon soothing her hot skin. Each stroke increased in intensity. She felt him nudging her legs apart. She complied willingly hoping he would give her some sweet relief for what was building between her legs. She jolted with surprise as she felt the first smack right on her pussy. The sharp stinging turned to molten lava under his ministrations. Every seventh stroke now landed on her slick swollen labia. He shifted her and slipped his hand under her belly to reach her hot center. The flick of his finger on her clit sent delicious shock waves through her whole body. He stroked her clit in circles as he continued on with the spanking, ditching the wooden spoon for his hand.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. His hand burned a blaze across her ass not missing a single spot. Her body spun and her mind reeled among the vacillating sensations. His hand came down harder and faster as her orgasm built. Her breath hitched as she reached the crescendo and was sent crashing over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her hips bucking against his hand. She grasped onto his leg just to have something to hold onto. Little by little the room came back into focus and Charles helped her up. She looked dreamily into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “How was that for a lesson in snooping?” he asked, leaning in for a quick kiss on her nose.

  “Mmm, if that’s what happens when I cross a line with you, I will have to find more lines to cross,” she teased, nuzzling into his neck.

  The timer shrilled from the oven. Charles leaned down to pull up her panties and then her shorts. He gave her a quick pat on the butt. “I will enjoy every opportunity you provide to turn your ass a lovely shade of red.” He grinned, flashing a set of perfect white teeth.

  They took their dinner out onto the back patio. Amber rays danced across the sky as the sun bid its nightly adieu in pearly pinks and mystic purples. The night’s air had a magical quality about it. Almost like a time apart. Letting out a breath of wonder, she took it in for a moment.

  “Your landscaping is beautiful,” she said as she admired the perfectly contained beauty of the vibrant purples, reds, and yellows of the wildflowers. The feathery lush of the decorative grass added a nice touch which drew the eye to the flowers.

  “Thanks,” he said, looking around. “I tried to be as ecologically sound with my choices as possible. Everything you see is native to Colorado. I’m pretty pleased with how it came out.” He laid a napkin on her lap before taking a seat.

  “Oh my God, this is even better than the sampling I had a few minutes ago,” she said as she tasted the Italian dish. She delighted as the cream and garlic hit her tongue.

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said with an easy smile. They both ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

  “Charles,” she broached tentatively, not really sure how serious he was earlier about her nosiness. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I noticed that you have every single Saturday marked off. What is that for?”

  “I don’t mind at all. I was just using that as an excuse to get my hands on your bottom.” He grinned. “Saturdays are my day to relax and give myself a breather from the week. No meetings, business calls, or even Corbin’s Bend duties unless it’s something that I will enjoy.” He leaned back, his hands templed in front of him. “Keeping a good balance keeps me refreshed and more productive while I am working.”

  This surprised her. As an attorney, she knew his schedule had to be as busy as hers. “Don’t you lose business by setting such firm boundaries with your schedule?” The only way she had gotten ahead these past few years was by pushing herself to work long hours, being competitive, and always being on call so that she would be the one her company would go to first with choice assignments.

  “No, not at all,” he explained. “Once you set boundaries, people tend to respect them. As long as yo
u’re fully present when you are on the clock, everyone else will adjust. Those boundaries keep my personal life and business in good balance by keeping me refreshed and more productive during the times I am at work.”

  She thought about this for a minute toying with her fork. “I’m not sure if I could do it. Boundaries have never been my strong suit,” she admitted, thinking about the expectations that were placed upon her. Would she even be where she was today without the hard work and extra hours she put in? In her world there was no such thing as off the clock hours.

  “I hope I’m not overstepping, but Violet, there’s a big difference between hard work and becoming a slave to it. People will take every inch that you give them. If they think they can call you at all hours of the night, they will.” His tone commanded her attention.

  “I will admit it’s been nice to have a breather for once. I’ve enjoyed my time here, especially meeting you,” she said softly, reaching out to grasp his hand across the table. “It’s refreshing to meet people who live life authentic to themselves.” He grasped her hand across the table cradling it between both of his as they spoke. His skin felt so warm and reassuring, it was like he could lend her his strength through that one touch.

  “I dreamed of living in a community similar to this when I started out on my own. It still amazes me how that dream has been realized.” His thumb was rubbing tender circles on the outside of her hand. “Could you ever see yourself here, Violet?”

  She snapped her eyes up sharply to look at him, caught off guard by the question. She then laughed. “If I could wave a magic wand and have anything I wanted, yes, I would love to be able to live here. That’s a total fantasy though right? If anyone found out, my career would be toast.” She shook her head. The idea of her moving here was totally ludicrous. Then why was she filled with a sudden longing so strong that she ached with it?