Naked Canvas (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Grey, Sadie

  “Have you ever been on the other side of the equation? Have you ever been the submissive one like you are right now?”

  “No.”

  “How does it feel?” I asked and gave his cock a squeeze.

  “Frustrating.”

  “How about now?”

  I released his cock and took a step back so he could take in the sight of me. With a coy smile, I slipped my panties off to reveal my sex to him. I watched his eyes as they watched me. They were raw with desire. I sucked on my finger slowly and sensually until it was dripping wet.

  Then I traced it across the line of my slit back and forth, gently parting my lips before inserting it inside me. With my gloved hand, I massaged my breast. The black silk stood out in stark contrast to my pale skin.

  I kept my eyes locked on his and moaned. He strained against his bindings like a caged tiger. Slipping my finger from my pussy, I strutted over to him and shoved my finger into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily.

  This was answer three, although I hadn’t asked the question out loud. I had to know if he could handle being submissive. His reaction told me he could.

  I positioned myself so I stood just inches in front of him. I grabbed his stiff erection and placed it between my legs so that it just barely brushed against my lips. He bucked his hips forward, trying to get closer but I kept his cock grasped firmly in my hand so that I controlled how much of it made contact with me.

  When he stopped squirming, I slipped my hips forward, just allowing him to rub along my wet slit. He groaned as I stroked along his length with my sex.

  “Do you want me?” I asked softly.

  He nodded.

  “Say it. Do. You. Want. Me?”

  “Yes,” he said, almost growling. “I want you. Please.”

  I shifted my hips back, breaking the contact between us.

  “If you want me, then I need you to tell me the truth. The agreement that we had today, is that something you’ve done before?”

  “No, never.”

  “Then why me?”

  “We’ve been over this.”

  “Tell me again.”

  “I wanted to spend some time with you. Maybe help you find your way in life.”

  I balked. “Then why all the different scenarios? If you just wanted to spend time with me and give me advice, what was the point of tying me up? What was the point of asking me all those personal questions?”

  “I also wanted to get to know you.”

  Anger flared up inside me. “That doesn’t make any sense. Stop lying to me.”

  “No, I mean I really wanted to get to know you. The real you, without any pretense or bullshit. And to do that, I needed to break down your walls and get to the secret heart of you.”

  “So it was a test?”

  “No, not exactly. Look, all of us hide behind masks, sometimes without even knowing it. You act one way with your professors. You act another way with a guy you like. You act a different way with your boss. I wanted to strip away the mask.”

  “Why?”

  He sighed heavily and his shoulders sagged. “Look, I don’t believe in love at first sight or anything like that, but when I met you, something happened to me. You took hold of me in a way I’ve never felt before. We had that great night together, which got ruined, and maybe I should have just let you go, but I couldn’t.”

  “So you came up with this whole twisted scenario?”

  “Do you really think it’s twisted?”

  “It’s definitely not normal.”

  “Well, yes, but that’s because it’s too easy to fake it and pretend to be someone else during normal situations. If I was going to get to know the real you, it had to be intense. It had to be unfamiliar.”

  I understood what he meant. I was doing the same thing to him right now. I was trying to break down his barriers so I could see past the face he showed to the rest of the world.

  “Okay, fine, but you still haven’t told me one thing. So you got to know me. The real me. Then what? What was the point of all this?”

  “Goddamnit, I like you. I liked you when I met you and I like you even more now that we spent the day together. I know we got off to a rocky start, but I was hoping you’d give me a second chance.”

  “This is a really fucked up way to score a second date with me.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “I had to know if I could trust you, okay?”

  I felt like he was finally being honest with me, but I needed to know more. “Go on.”

  “I’ve had some bad experiences in the past. I let myself fall for the wrong women. Women who pretended to be someone they weren’t. Some people just like me for my money, even if they don’t realize it. I wanted to make sure with you.”

  “But I didn’t want to see you again. Why bother?”

  “I was hoping to change your mind about that, and I don’t give up easily.”

  “So what’s the verdict. You think you can trust me?”

  He grinned. “I let you tie me up, didn’t I?”

  “And how do I know I can trust you?”

  “I’ve been honest with you all day. Nothing that I told you was a lie. Trust is a two-way street, and I would never do anything to give you a reason to doubt me.”

  I thought about it and nodded. Then a wave of guilt washed over me. “You’re wrong about me, you know. I’m no better than anyone else. The only reason I was here today was because of your money.”

  “I know, but that’s not why you showed up here the other night. You had no idea I was rich. Sure, I was going to pay you to model, but that was all you knew. You liked me for me. When we made love, you wanted to be with me, not my money.”

  “Well yeah,” I said. “But I mean, now that I know, you can’t trust me either. You said it yourself that people just like you for your money, even if they don’t realize it. How do you know I’m not one of those people?”

  “Simple. Because even though the agreement was broken and you weren’t going to get paid, you still came back.”

  “I had to know what today was all about. I had to know what you were all about.”

  “Now you know. I like you. You’re the kind of woman I want to share my life with. The kind of woman I want to start a family with. Grow old together with.”

  “Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

  He laughed. “I’m not asking you to marry me just yet,” he said, rattling his arms against his bindings. “I mean, come on. This would have to be the strangest proposal ever.” I found myself laughing, too. “It’s not exactly a story we could tell the grandkids. All I’m asking is to take one more risk and give me another chance. I think we could have a future together.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “That’s what old Angie would say. What about new Angie?”

  In response, I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

  Chapter 22

  We tumbled into bed together, our bodies and limbs intertwined.

  We touched each other frantically, desperately. The tension between us had been building all day. Now the dam had burst and an irresistible desire washed over us.

  Nothing else existed but the two of us in that bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body against his. He’d stripped away the corset in our mad dash to the studio so now nothing separated our mingling flesh, which was good because I had a burning urge to feel every part of him.

  He kissed me, and I melted into him, feeling an undeniable connection between us. The passion that I felt was terrifying and exciting. All of the things we had done that day seemed like a game compared to the intensity of this moment.

  His hands traced down my back. Then he gripped my ass firmly, kneading my flesh. Our lips broke apart and he planted kisses on my neck and my shoulder until he worked his way down to my aching breasts. He took my hard nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and he grazed it lightly with his teeth, eliciting a moa
n of pleasure from me.

  His hand dipped between my legs. His thumb pressed gently against my clit, and he rubbed a thick finger over my slit, teasing apart my silky folds. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure into my pulsing bud. He thrust his finger inside me, and I gasped.

  I responded in kind. My hand slipped down his body until it found the hard length of him. I took it in my hand and he groaned. I could feel the blood throbbing in his shaft as I stroked him.

  My hips gyrated against his hand. He plunged his finger faster inside me. It curled up in a come hither motion, rubbing my g-spot and sending shudders of pleasure through me. My entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending blazed with sensitivity.

  It didn’t take long before my pussy clenched around his fingers and my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I gripped his strong arms while I rode out the delicious tremors.

  When I could breathe again, I pushed him down on the bed and took him in my mouth. His cock swelled between my lips. I swirled my tongue around its ridges, teasing him, tasting him.

  He let out a low animal moan which drove me wild. I slipped the entire length of him into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down on his shaft. I reached up and kneaded his balls gently as I sucked his cock.

  His thigh muscles tensed and he gripped the sides of my head as he began to thrust his cock into my mouth. High-pitched moans escaped my throat with every stroke. I reveled in the feeling of it. I loved the grunting noises he made and the insistent, almost desperate desire he felt for me.

  His hips jerked against me and he stopped moving. I locked my lips around his throbbing hardness and sucked ferociously. He emptied himself into my mouth, and I swallowed every drop. He moaned in sweet agony.

  “Oh my god, Angie,” he groaned. “You’re amazing.”

  I looked up at him. His eyes were shut and his face was contorted in the throes of his pleasure. I kept sucking until he pulled himself out of my mouth, his cock now too sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm. He collapsed back on the bed, his breath heaving in his chest.

  He pulled me up to him and kissed me hard. The passion in him took my breath away.

  “It’s your turn,” he said.

  He jumped out of bed and stood towering over me. The sight of his naked body glistening with sweat sent shivers through me. His hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He spread my legs and knelt between them.

  His tongue parted my swollen lips. He licked his way up to my clit, softening his tongue as he swirled it around my hard bud. Then he laid his tongue flat against me and sucked at my clit like he was sucking on a peach. The sensation of it sent me into a dizzying spiral of ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before.

  His mouth sucked at me. Teased me. I squirmed underneath him, trying to force my pussy harder into his face.

  “Oh my god,” I screamed, unable to restrain myself and not caring.

  He kept his mouth firmly against me, milking pleasure from me. The pulsing ache in my belly grew until my entire body was filled with electric fire. My chest rose and fell with short, gasping breaths. I felt myself tightening up. My thighs gripped his head and I felt myself slipping over the delicious edge.

  My orgasm exploded like fireworks. White light flashed in my brain, erasing everything except the overwhelming pleasure ripping through me. The sweet fire consumed every particle of my being, leaving me breathless and quivering.

  When I came back to my senses, he stood up between my legs and his shaft was standing at the ready again. Despite the aftershocks still trembling through my limbs, I desperately needed more. My legs widened for him, beckoning him to me.

  His body pressed against mine and he kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, and for some reason, that drove me wild. I slithered back on the bed and he followed, keeping his thick cock poised above my aching slit.

  I shifted my hips upwards, searching for him frantically. I needed him inside me. He positioned his throbbing head against my pussy. I stared into his eyes hungrily.

  “Please,” I said.

  He thrust himself into me, and his length filled me completely. Slowly, my body adjusted to accommodate the size of him. He gently began to work his cock back and forth inside me, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts until he settled into a steady, maddening rhythm.

  But he didn’t just pound away. He shifted his hips with every stroke, finding different angles and massaging every part of me. He took my breast in his mouth as he fucked me. His mouth was hot and wet and the sensation on my nipple sent jolts of pleasure directly to my aching clit.

  My hands gripped his firm biceps. I could feel my nails digging into his flesh. This only seemed to drive him harder. He picked up the pace, eliciting moans of pleasure from me with every stroke.

  An intense fire built inside me. Madness took over my brain as he rode me into oblivion. Each thrust sent my body further and further over the edge. My pussy tightened around him and I could feel him twitch inside me.

  We came together in a crashing surge of savage intensity.

  He collapsed beside me on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath. My own breathing was just as fast and my heart was racing. I stared up at the ceiling as my trembling body reveled in the exhausted feeling that gripped me.

  I felt his hand seek out mine, and our fingers intertwined. It was such a simple, sweet, and intimate gesture. Despite whatever doubts I’d had about him before, at that moment, I knew for sure that he loved me.

  We lay like that for a long time, not speaking, not thinking. Just enjoying that moment of shared intimacy in our own private corner of the world.

  ***

  I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, the sun was streaming in through the studio windows. A sweet lethargy suffused my limbs. My entire body lay still and relaxed on Dominic’s bed, although he was nowhere to be found.

  With a sigh, I sat up and stretched my tired muscles. The day before had been a crazy ride. While some of it was a blur in my mind, my aching muscles remembered every tense moment.

  I slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a smile at my memories of last night. My regular clothes had been stashed in the bathroom yesterday, before I had gone into dominatrix mode. Everything that had happened seemed like a wild fever dream. I still couldn’t believe the things I had done or the way I had acted. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any shame. Instead, I felt alive.

  The studio was peaceful and silent. The only sound was my footsteps padding across the floor. I caught sight of the bright red numbers on the wall. The countdown had paused at 13:37. I had been less than fourteen hours away from making it through the day and getting the money I needed.

  I felt a twinge of disappointment then. I wasn’t upset that I didn’t make it through the day. In fact, I was proud of myself for it. It took a certain strength of character to walk away from that much money, but somehow, I had found that strength within myself. By doing so, something real had formed between Dominic and me. I didn’t know what would happen between us, but I was optimistic.

  My disappointment came from the fact that I still needed money. The problem of my love life had been solved, at least for now, but the mystery of my continuing education was just as murky as it was a week ago before I’d even met Dominic.

  As if thinking of him summoned him, the door to the studio opened and Dominic breezed through with a smile on his lovely face and two cups of coffee in his hands. I was thrilled to see both his face and the coffee. The man knew what I liked.

  “Good morning,” he said, his face brightening at the sight of me. He stopped and looked my naked body up and down. “A very good morning.”

  I felt my face go red but I did nothing to cover myself up. After everything that had happened the day before, I felt a distinct lack of self-consciousness around him. “Good morning, Mr. Bell,” I said with a grin.

  His lips quirked up in a smile and he nodded his head in a little bow. “Mistress,” he
said.

  We both laughed at that. It was an easy, comfortable laugh. The mood between us felt so different from just twenty-four hours prior. We had only known each other for a short time, but after everything we had gone through and shared the day before, I felt closer to him than if I had known him for years.

  The sheer intensity of the day and the raw honesty we shared with each other was more than we would have experienced on a thousand dates. We had both been completely vulnerable in front of each other in a way that most people never were. We’d shared a lifetime of intimacy in a single day, and we came out the other side as close as two people can be.