She trembled before him and he could see she was frightened...frightened of him. He didn’t know why but that made him all the more hard. Fuck! He’d just had a phenomenal blowjob less then half an hour ago but he was ready to go again, so much so that he was straining against his pants. The way she made him feel, from a simple fucking glance, was truly something else. He fought the urge to take her in his arms, to take her right here and now. The way she looked at him with those big eyes of hers enticed him to no end. He wanted to fill her with terror, wanted to completely dominate her until she was his to command. He could feel his entire body ache for the need of her.
“What’s that?” said Harold.
Jesep froze, his eyes shifted to the side. For a moment just now, everyone in the room, save for Genoa, had disappeared. He suddenly became aware of them once more. He stepped back from her as Harold tilted his head, looking at Jesep like he was crazy. Perhaps he was crazy...crazy for her! He chuckled almost madly, “It’s something from when we first met, a private joke between us! Ha! Ha! Ha! HA”
“Oh…” said Harold.
He looked at Jesep even more strangely, then he looked to his sister. She was looking to the ground now. She shakily raised a hand, motioning for them to follow her before turning around. Jesep gladly followed, not more than a steps behind. The others slowly trailed behind them. Jesep wondered where she was taking him and found he didn’t care where. He realized he’d follow her anywhere...everywhere.
After a long hallway and a room, they came upon a larger room. It had sheets and tarps everywhere. There were cans of paint set out and an easel with a large fresh canvas on it. This must be where she did her...painting. Jesep hummed to himself thinking it was a rather small room for something so masterful. One of the walls was a window to the outside world.
He stepped up to it. Looking out, he noted the building adjacent to the window. He’d have to have Grady buy the flat directly across from this one so he could watch her. Yes! Until he could take her away from here, he wanted to know her every movement. Once she was in his possession, he’d give her a life like no other, a palace for her to paint in, if she so desired.
Harold clasped his hands together disrupting the silence of the room, “Well, uh, this is her painting studio. Where she does Apature paintings.”
Jesep smiled but wanted this fucker gone! Genoa had yet to say a word to him and he felt with Harold about she might never open up. He looked to Esma, she nodded understanding his desire. She grasped hold of Harold’s arm once more and pulled him into her. In a seductive tone she asked “Can I have my own...personal tour?”
Harold looked at her but said, “Not right now, maybe another time,” That was surprising! “I need to focus, sorry,” Harold pulled Esma’s arm from him. Jesep hoped that wasn’t her best and only shot to get him out of the room. He sighed and then moved to Genoa as she stood before her canvas.
“Wonderful...wonderful this is truly wonderful Genoa. So this is where you do it!”
“Yes,” said Genoa quietly.
She moved her arms and held herself. Jesep wished it were his arms wrapped around her. He drew in closer, a strand of her hair had fallen over her face. He reached for it taking the opportunity to, touch her. She cringed seeing his hand come toward her but didn’t pull away. Before he could touch her, Harold was suddenly, annoying, there. He snatched up Jesep’s hand. Esma and Grady quickly glared at Harold but he didn’t care, “She doesn’t like being touched by strangers,”
Strangers...STRANGERS! HE WASN’T A FUCK STRANGER! Jesep breathed heavily through his nostrils.
Genoa reached out, grasping hold of her brothers arm, “NO! It’s okay, really,”
“No, it’s not,” said Harold. He glared at Jesep, “Do we have an understanding!?”
“Of course,” said Jesep, pulling his hand back. Harold let him go and Jesep continued, “I apologize, I didn’t know the rules. Please inform me if there are any others.”
“I will,” said Harold. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, “Now, what do you want her to paint?”
Jesep swallowed. Right, the painting, the supposed reasons he was here. “You know…” he said putting his hands behind his back so he wouldn’t hurt Harold. “I had a feeling in mind but now I think I’ll leave it up to her. Whatever she wants!” Genoa cringed at his words.
“Are you sure?” asked Harold skeptically. “That this is what you want?”
Jesep looked at her. “Oh yes, I’m sure.”
Harold nodded, he turned to his sister. He put his arm around her and leaned in close to her. He whispered but Jesep could still hear him ask, “You okay?”
“Yep,” she said.
“Do you want some of your music?” asked Harold.
“Yeah!” she said, staring at the canvas.
“Alright,” said Harold. He pulled from her, gave Jesep a look, then stepped up to a stereo system. He turned on some dramatic, classical music. Jesep smiled, he too enjoyed classical.
“I like classical music as well,” said Jesep. He stepped up behind her but kept his hands at his back. He stood so close to her, he could smell her. He breathed her in and she just stood there.
A moment later Jesep heard some rattling. He turned to see Harold clean off a chair and set it down a few feet away. He motioned to it and then nodded to Jesep. “You can sit here!”
“I’d rather prefer to stand here and get the full Apature experience.”
“This can take a while and I’m sure she’ll do better without you standing over her shoulder.”
Harold glared at him, just hours ago he’d seemed like a push over, now he was Jesep’s biggest obstacle. He wondered what had changed. Jesep faked a smile and said, “As you wish,” He reluctantly went over to the chair and sat down.
He watched Genoa sigh and then begin to open cans of paint. Harold went over to her and began to help her. He stood close to her, watching her as she dipped her hands into the paint and began to smear it across the canvas. Jesep turned and glared at Esma making it clear, she’d better do her fucking job. She walked up to Harold and for a while just stood next to him. Several minutes passed before she said. “She’ll really good,”
“Yeah,” said Harold, “Do you need anything Genoa?”
“No,” she said simply, putting her hand in another color.
“You know, she should be fine. I’m sure it doesn’t help to have you standing over her as well. Why don’t you show me around real quick?”
“Later,” said Harold he didn’t even look at Esma as he said “I promise.”
Esma was not one for rejection for a moment she looked away, that was two and oh. It was a wonder Jesep allowed her to come at all. Jesep crossed his legs and then his arms. Harold continued to hover over his sister as several more minutes passed. Every so often he’d ask if she needed water or another color or a rag. Jesep was beginning to think he’d get nowhere today. He started looking for places to put his hidden cameras. Perhaps he’d walk about put one in every corner of the room. Maybe he’d excuse himself at some point to find her room. It had to be around here somewhere.
Grady looked to Esma and nodded. She nodded back and said, “I’m sorry, can I use your toilet?”
“Yeah,” said Harold. “It’s just down the hall to the left, second door.”
“Great!” said Esma. She turned and left the room.
That was three nothing, thought Jesep. He sighed and continued to look about. A moment later Esma rushed back into the room. “Um...I’m sorry,” she sounded panicked. It even made Jesep look. She appeared to be soaking wet. “But your toilet seems to be like massively overflowing or something.”
“WHAT!” said Harold.
“There is like a lot of water coming out EVERYWHERE!”
Harold rushed out of the room without a second thought. Esma rushed out after him. Grady nodded to Jesep then quickly followed, shutting the door behind him, leaving Jesep joyously alone with Genoa. Jesep swallowed and clasped his hands, the fucking bitch had done it! He couldn’t believe she’d gone as far as to sabotage his toilet. It might only buy a few minutes at most but she’d done it! She’d gotten Harold out of the room and him alone with Genoa. He stood, taking off his jacket. He realized he was going to have to keep his word and give Esma a good fucking for this but first.
He walked up to Genoa and grasped hold of a strand of her hair. He lightly spun it up in his fingers. She didn’t flinch this time but she stopped painting. He tried to start a conversation wanting to hear her say more than one or two words at a time. “So you like using your hands to paint. I thought painters only ever used brushes-”
She dropped her hands to her side then turned, pulling her hair from his grasp. Her eyes were dull as she somberly said “You can drop the act now.”
“What act?” he said.
She looked up into his eyes and said, “I’ll go with you...willingly! Just please don’t hurt my brother.”
For a moment he was caught off guard. She’d go with him...willing? If he didn’t hurt her brother? He’d never threatened to. Could she sense his ill will towards him? No, this must be her strangeness. Her delusions. Yes! She was acting so quiet and normal, he’d almost forgot how wonderfully weird and bat shit crazy she was.
He smiled, playing into her delusions. He ran his fingertips across her cheek and down to her neck. She shivered but didn’t pull away. He leaned in dangerously close and whispered, “And just where do you think we’d go?”
She seemed to struggle then. The fear returned to her eyes, they were wet for a moment almost glossy before a tear escaped and fell down her cheek. Without thinking, Jesep caught it with his finger. He wondered in that moment what it tasted like and put it to his tongue, tasting the salt and something else. It was quiet nice, rather surprisingly so.
He paused realized what he’d just done and how strange she must think him, to taste another’s tears. He fully expected her to react in a displeased manor but she simple dropped to her knees before him and said, “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt my brother. She lifted her head then. More tears glistened her cheeks as she looked at him desperately, begging, “Please, master.”
Master. Oh that word made him shutter. He came right then and there. She was clearly out of her mind. Begging him not to hurt her brother calling him master. Why would he hurt her brother? It made no sense to him. But looking down at her, the way she looked up at him and called him her master. He could not resist. He felt himself strain against his pants to the point where it was getting painful. Esma had pulled quite the number on him at lunch and yet he was still so fucking hungry. More so than ever before…for her...for his Genoa.
“Please.”she peaded. She reached out grasped hold of him, her hands trembling against his pants sullying them with paint. “Please Master!”
He ran his hands through her hair then dropped down to one knee. He studied her closely, moved to hold her face in his hands. He ran his thumb over her pink luscious lips. They quivered to his touch. “Do you want me to take you away from her?” he asked.
“As if I have a choice.” she responded.
As if she had a choice...As if she had a choice...He repeated it in his head. He supposed she didn’t now that he found her. She would be his at any cost. He didn’t care that she was delusional. He dropped his other knee to the ground as he tangled his fingers in her hair. He pressed his lips against hers aggressively at first, desperately. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she took it. As the kiss softened, deepened, a moan escaped her lips. It was music to his ears. He kissed her again and then again before long, he trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck. He sucked on her tender flesh and it bruised so easily.
He began to pull at his shirt loosing it. She suddenly pulled back sitting on her knees, he followed moving in a bit too quick. He bumped into her and she fell back, hitting a leg to a table that was holding some cans of open paint. Several cans tipped over...paint drizzled falling onto her and then him as he kissed her once more again and again. He found her couldn’t get enough of her.
He untucked his shirt from his pant, then his hands found their way to her apron and whatever she was wearing, clasps, buttons and ties, they were all obstacles in his way. He tore her clothes pressing her into the floor. When her glorious breasts were free to the open air. He lost himself for a moment clasping his mouth around each nipple.
He sucked on them until she whimpered from the pressure. He then bit into her feeling her delicate skin against his teeth. She cried out but stifled it, trying to keep quiet. He pulled back and grasped hold of each breast, giving them several mighty squeezes. He quickly found there was paint on his hands. His finger prints were all over her breasts. He pressed his hands against her several times...enjoying the marks the pain left. He wanted to make her dirty, wanted to touch every part of her.
He pulled back long enough to remove his shirt, then tore his tank top up and over his head. He pressed his chest to her chest letting the paint form breast dirtying him as well. For moment he rolled them to the left and then the right covering them in the paint. He felt like they were making their own masterpiece. He smeared the paint all over her face as he kissed her once more. He dragged his hands down to her neck then over her breasts and down to her stomach. He pulled at her pants, taking them off. He parted her legs and got between them before he drop his pants down around his knees. His briefs were clearly tented. He lowered them to, exposing his engorged member to her.
He watched her face and enjoyed her expression. He delighted in the way her eyes widened like she’d never seen such a cock before, in all her life. He kissed her again before moving down to her underwear. They had little pink strawberries all over them. He drew in close breathing in her scent. It was like nothing he’d ever smelt before the musk of pure desire. He wanted to bottle it and make it a perfume.
He grasped hold of the thin fabric and tore it away with ease. His eyes widened as he looked down at her and saw her pussy. There was a tuft of pubic hairs scattered about, he ran his fingers through them thinking he’d have it removed later...so he could see her every detail. He bent and lifted her legs, spreading her wide open before him. He saw the pink of her clit and the soft folds of her opening. He laid his hardened member out between the lips of her pussy. He looked large compared to her. He breathed deeply knowing this would take some...adjusting on her part.
He spit into his hand, wetting the tip of his dick. He attempted to place it at her entrance and shove it in but it wouldn’t go. It slipped right off and up, hitting her squarely in the clit. She let out a painful cry but remained still. He placed himself again and again at her entrance, but he just kept slipping. He looked up at her and realized she was sobbing. It annoyed him. Here he was trying to give her the best fuck of her life and she was acting like she didn’t want it, “Stop that!” he said “You want this, right? You want me inside you, right? To take you away and not hurt your brother?”
He used her own words to manipulate her. He’d come to far to stop even if he wanted to. He needed to release or his balls were going to explode at this point. She sobbed and gasped almost madly, “Yes! Yes! Wha...Whatever you want. Whatever ever you want...whatever you want, Mater!” She squeezed her eyes tightly shut mumbling to herself.
He sneered at her thinking she was a crazy fucking bitch. Her she was throwing herself at him, spreading her pussy for him then balling her eyes out when he took it. He slapped her across the chest making her breasts madly shake, “That’s right whatever I want now stop crying and take it!”
She grew quiet and nodded wiping the tears from her eyes. She had paint all over her. At this point it was everywhere but he didn’t care getting back to the task at hand. He spit between her legs then groaned as he placed himself once more. He pushed harder this time, but it wouldn’t go in. He was just too big and she was just too tight. He needed to loosen her up some. He took one of his clean fingers and shoved it up inside her. He planned to stir her up but paused once he met with resistance.
He froze feeling something that shouldn’t be there. His eyes got wide as he pulled his finger back and saw specks of blood on it. He looked at it and then shoved his finger back in her once more. He felt around and almost couldn’t believe it. She was twenty-two with a dirty fucking mind but still fully intact. He put his hand to his mouth as it sunk in. “YOU’RE A VIRGIN!”
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