The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Michelle Graham

  He reached out and cupped her breast and she sighed. “Does his art turn you on?”

  “A bit,” she confessed.

  “So would you like it if I did this?” He pinched her nipple, hard. Melanie cried out. It was painful, but a thrill went straight to her groin as well.

  “That’s not all that bad,” she gasped.

  He lowered his mouth to her nipple and licked it gently, stimulating her even more and when she wasn’t expecting it, he pinched again. The painful sensation became much more pleasurable when it was contrasted with the soft strokes of his tongue. She cried out again.

  David laughed, the vibrations against her breast sending shivers through her. “I think you do like that. Maybe you can pick up some pointers from Garrett.”

  “Maybe,” she said. She wished she could stay in bed with David longer, but she did have work to do. “I think we need to get up now. I have to get to work.”

  “When can I see you again?” David asked.

  Melanie chewed her lip for a moment. She was meeting Justin for dinner that night. Maybe she could see him the day after, but she didn’t want to seem too desperate so she said, “How about Saturday?”

  He stroked her hip, his hand moving lower until it touched her pussy and she shuddered. “I can’t convince you to make it sooner?” he asked as he slid his finger slowly over her clit. She moaned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs to allow him better access.

  “You can try,” she said with a grin.

  He continued pressing his finger against the sensitive nub, and lowered his head to her tits. He licked her nipples and stroked her clit, picking up the tempo until he brought her off a few moments later. Melanie cried out softly, the spasms sending waves of pleasure through her.

  “Convinced?” he asked.

  She laughed and said, “Fine. I’m convinced. How about tomorrow night?”

  “That’s better,” he said and kissed her.

  They got out of bed and dressed. Melanie made a simple breakfast for the two of them before David left. She liked the domesticity of it. Just like a couple getting ready for their day. With a sigh, she went to the computer. Serena had sent her posters for the exhibit to approve before they went to the printer. They featured David’s sculpture of the couple making love, with the title Eros written below in an elegant script. Melanie was impressed with Serena’s work and glad that her friend had agreed to help with the marketing. It wasn’t an area that Melanie was comfortable with. The morning was very productive, and she didn’t know if it was because she was so well rested or so well laid, but she was happy with the amount of work she finished before she left to meet the third artist.

  Garrett’s work intrigued her, at least intellectually. Some of his paintings were tame, featuring women and men merely posing in leather clothes and holding whips. But others depicted a range of BDSM activities, from spanking to completely bound and gagged participants. Melanie didn’t really understand the mindset but figured that a good exhibit of erotica needed to include some work of that nature.

  When Melanie arrived and Garrett opened the door, she groaned inwardly. For the third time, she was face-to-face with a beautiful man who had her engine revving already. She was determined not to do anything about it this time. Two sexy artists were quite enough.

  “Hi, I’m Melanie Hynes,” she said, extending her hand. Her resolve faltered a bit though when a jolt of electricity passed through her as his hand took hers. His smile was warm, but had a slightly predatory edge to it that she found exciting for some reason.

  “Garrett Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hynes.”

  She knew he was fishing for her marital status. She knew she should just ignore it and stay quiet, but she couldn’t help replying, “Miss Hynes.”

  His smile widened as he showed her inside. His apartment wasn’t terribly large, but it was surprisingly homey, despite the paintings of nude or seminude people hanging on every wall. Melanie moved to examine the ones closest to her. Some of these were much darker than the ones she had seen in the samples he had sent, and some were much more explicit as well. One featured a girl on all fours, a collar around her neck, being held by a man who entered her from behind. Another had a woman sucking a man’s cock while being whipped by another woman.

  “So are you into the lifestyle?” Garrett asked her.

  “No,” Melanie said, trying to keep her focus on the artwork and not the sexy sound of his voice. “I’ve never really seen the appeal. I thought it would be a good addition to the exhibit though.”

  “Did you ever try it?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know you don’t like it?”

  Melanie laughed. “You sound like my mother trying to convince me to try brussels sprouts.”

  He smiled. “That’s not a bad analogy.”

  Melanie stopped to look at a painting of a woman in a patent leather outfit that barely covered anything, holding a riding crop against a man who was giving a blow job to a man tied to a chair. She’d never seen two men having any kind of sex before, but she found it kind of hot.

  “Do you have a lot of pieces with same-sex couples?” she asked. “I don’t have anything like that yet, and I should.”

  “An excellent idea,” he said. He pointed out a few. Some had only women, some only men and some with mixed groups. She stopped at one picture of a woman holding leashes attached to collars on three men. She had one man sucking on each of her nipples, and the third had his face buried between her legs. It was a very arousing sight, and she remembered how good it felt when David had gone down on her. How much better would it be if she also had men to play with her tits? She squirmed slightly as her clit throbbed.

  “I want that,” she said as she pointed to the painting.

  “You do? Shall I call a couple of my friends over?” His eyes twinkled in amusement.

  Melanie blushed. “I meant I’d like the painting for the exhibit.”

  “Of course,” said Garrett.

  To hide her embarrassment, Melanie continued pointing out pictures she wanted. There were quite a few. The quality of Garrett’s work was impeccable, even if the subject matter was risqué. When she examined a picture of a woman in nipple clips, she remembered David pinching her own nipples that morning.

  “Why do people get so aroused by pain?” she asked.

  “Tough question,” he said. “And the answer will vary depending on who you ask. It’s not always cut and dry. For most, it’s the intensity of the physical stimulation plus the emotions that go along with it. A psychologist could probably give you some deeper answers.”

  Melanie nodded but was still a bit confused. “What about the domination and submission part?”

  “Also very complex,” he said. “Some people like to be in control and some people like to give that control to others.”

  “Oh.” She still didn’t really get it.

  “Would you like to try something?” he asked her.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “It doesn’t have to be sexual. Some people just like giving or receiving orders. I can help you if you want to see what it’s like,” he said.

  “So you do this stuff?” she asked softly.

  “Some of it,” he said. “Try asking me again, but this time be really aggressive and threaten me if I don’t answer.”

  Melanie stared at him. It felt kind of strange to think of giving orders but she figured she might as well try. She could call it research. Putting on her best bossy voice she said, “Do you do this shit, Garrett?” She felt a little ridiculous.

  Garrett slumped his shoulders and lowered his eyes before mumbling something.

  “I can’t hear you, Garrett,” she said forcefully. “Look at me.”

  He lifted his eyes and didn’t say anything.

  “Answer me!” she cried. “I want to know if you do this kinky shit!”

  “Yes,” he replied softly.

  “I can’t hear you.”
Melanie was beginning to enjoy herself. Garrett played the submissive role well and that made it easier for her to be dominant.

  “Yes,” Garrett said more loudly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I do this kinky shit, ma’am.”

  Ma’am? She kind of liked that. She thought about what to say next. “Tell me what you do. And give me all the details or I’ll have to punish you.”

  “I like to tie girls up,” he said.

  “What do you do to them when they’re tied up, you dirty fuck?” Now she was getting into it and, to her surprise, found herself becoming aroused.

  “I like to put nipple clamps on them,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “I pull the clamps until they cry out. I whip them. I whip their legs, their asses, their tits. And I whip their pussies until they beg me to fuck them.” His eyes hadn’t left hers and she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet. She swallowed and glanced down at his crotch to see a huge bulge in the front of his pants.

  “Your cock is hard,” she said.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I didn’t tell you you could get a hard-on did I?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “What should I do with you?”

  “You should punish me, ma’am,” he said quietly.

  Chapter 7

  Melanie’s mouth went dry. Now she didn’t know what to do. As though sensing this, Garrett said, “Would you like to spank me or use a riding crop?”

  She didn’t think she could spank him, so she said, “Get the crop.”

  Garrett disappeared into a room for a moment before returning with a long, black rod. He handed it to her and she examined it. It was stiff and made of leather but surprisingly light. She stared at it and then looked up at him.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

  He came over and put his hand over hers. “Hold it like this,” he said. “Flick it from the wrist. Try not to hit the same spot twice, but move it around a little. It’s less painful for me that way.”

  She looked up at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He pressed close and she felt his erection against her hip. Her breathing increased in pace when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said, his breath tickling the side of her neck. “I want this.”

  She turned her head and his face was right there in front of her. Her heart pounded as he just hovered, his lips barely an inch from hers. They stood like that for a moment, and Melanie was sure he would kiss her and equally sure that she wanted him to. But to her disappointment, he moved away. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. He had a smattering of light-colored hair on his chest and a fair number of freckles, but he was in good shape. His muscles weren’t as well defined as Justin or David but he was still very nice looking. She watched his hands move to his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and began pushing them, along with his briefs, down over his hips. She sucked in a breath when she saw his erection. He was thick, though definitely not as long as Justin or David. He stepped out of his pants and turned around. He bent forward and braced his hands against the back of a chair.

  Melanie moved forward, licked her lips, and swallowed. She touched the crop lightly to his firm ass and traced the curves under his cheeks and down his legs. She could see him shudder slightly and smiled. No time like the present, she thought. She lifted the crop and flicked it against the bare skin of his ass. He flinched slightly at the slap.

  “Harder,” he said.

  “But—”

  “Harder,” he insisted.

  Melanie flicked the crop again, harder, and it made a louder slap. She flushed at his cry, which was one of pleasure, not pain. She flicked the crop harder still, and his cries grew more excited, and her own arousal increased as well. She hit him harder, each slap causing her pussy to clench.

  “Stop!” he finally cried out and stood.

  Melanie watched him turn. His face was flushed, his breathing heavy and his cock stiffer than ever. He came toward her and pulled her roughly into his arms. One hand grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, so her head was forced backward. She barely had time to gasp before his mouth crushed hers, his lips pressing fiercely against hers and his tongue probing deep within her mouth. Her stomach tightened, and her heart was pounding wildly. The adrenaline raced through her, partly due to fear and partly due to the excitement. When Garrett pulled away, she was gasping, barely able to breathe.

  “Let me tie you up,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

  Melanie didn’t know what to do. She was so turned on she might have agreed to almost anything, but the part of her that was afraid kept her silent.

  Garrett touched her cheek, more gently than she would have expected. “I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, you can use a safe word and I’ll stop.”

  She looked at him. She was slightly afraid, definitely confused, and horny as hell. Her curiosity was piqued, though, and she nodded. His responding grin was almost childlike in its enthusiasm, like a kid with a new toy. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

  The wooden bed had slats in the headboard and posts on each corner. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. “What’s your safe word?”

  Melanie had no idea what she should say. “Can’t I just say no or stop?”

  His fingers on her jawline were sending thrills through her. “Sometimes saying no is part of the game. Some people find it exciting to continue doing things when the other person says no. And sometimes the submissive person finds it exciting to have that control taken away. So you need to pick something else.”

  “How about gallery?” she suggested.

  He smiled. “Very appropriate.” He stroked her cheek again. “Let me undress you,” he murmured.

  Melanie nodded mutely. He leaned in and kissed her very softly as he gathered the hem of her shirt in his hands. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head and then he was kissing her again, stroking her back as he unfastened her bra. Melanie moaned softly when his hands brushed the sides of her bare breasts and travelled over her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid them and pushed them, along with her panties, down to the floor. When he stood back to admire her naked body, Melanie felt as though his eyes were caressing her, tingles running across her skin where his eyes had been. When the smile he gave her became predatory again, she felt a rush of fear. He beckoned her toward the bed, kissed her again, and pushed her down.

  “Lie in the middle of the bed and spread out your arms and legs,” he ordered. His tone left no doubt that he expected her to obey. She spread out, aware of how exposed she was. Garrett climbed up beside her. “Lift your head,” he said. When she complied, he slipped a sleep mask over her eyes.

  Now she couldn’t see anything. She felt him shift off the bed. A moment later, he took hold of her left hand and she felt something soft around her wrist and then, he released her. She tugged experimentally and found that she had a little slack to move but wouldn’t be able to remove her hand from the restraint. He repeated the procedure with her other arm and then both legs. The whole time he said nothing.

  After a moment of wondering what would happen, she felt something incredibly soft and light brush her legs. It felt like a feather, it was so light. She gasped when it brushed her inner thighs, moving close to her pussy but not quite reaching it. The feather slipped up over her hip and across her stomach to her breasts. It circled each one and she wanted desperately to feel that sensation on her nipples. She shifted her torso to try and get her nipple under the feather when she felt a sting on the side of her tit.

  “Ow!” she cried. It really hadn’t hurt that much, but she was surprised by it. The light tickling strokes resumed, and she moaned softly, aching to have her nipples or pussy touched. Finally she was rewarded when she felt the feather lightly trace her pussy lips. Her moans grew louder until she couldn’
t stand it.

  “Please! Please touch my clit!”

  She felt him on the bed between her legs. He separated her labia, and she felt the feather gently touch her clitoris, the soft sensation still incredibly intense, and she cried out. The feather began to rapidly tickle her clit, and it wasn’t long before she came. She screamed her pleasure as her body jerked against the restraints.

  The feather moved, and she felt Garrett’s weight on top of her. She gasped when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard until it stood stiff. Then she felt a pinch that didn’t release. It hurt initially but not too badly. He repeated the process on the other breast, and now both nipples were being pinched, and the sensation was just on the border between pleasure and pain. But she forgot about it as his mouth moved between her legs. His tongue went to her stiff clit, slowly stroking it. The pinching on her nipples intensified the sensation on her clit, and when he pulled on the clips, the nerves seemed to connect directly to her clit and she cried out. Again and again he jerked the chain, sending wave after wave of pleasure to the spot where he now sucked her into his mouth. Finally she came again, and tears leaked out the corners of her eyes, the intense feelings leaving her strangely emotional.

  He lifted his head, and she felt him release the restraints at her ankles. He crawled back up her again. He removed the clips and as the blood rushed back into the tissue, she felt pain more intense than when the clips had been on. He kissed each nipple, soothing them with his lips and tongue. He moved up her neck to her ear and down her jaw and she felt the mask being slipped off. She blinked a few times, and though the light was dim, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Garrett’s face hovered above hers, and she looked into his eyes. She was surprised at the tender look she saw there. He bent his head down and pressed his lips gently against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. She felt him reach up and release her hands from the restraints. She wrapped her arms around him as their kiss deepened.

  Garrett lifted his head and looked down at her. “Thank you,” he said. “That took a lot of courage and I appreciate your trust.”