Chapter 3

3.

The coarse fabric rubbed against my sensitive skin, sending tingling shocks through me.

The studio was warm, and before long, a sheen of sweat coated my body, making the sheer dress cling to every curve.

He sat a few feet away sketching, but the heat between my legs had already made me slick and wet.

Neither of us said a word, but I realized in shock that my top had slipped even lower, exposing almost everything.

In a panic, I tried to cover up, shifting my posture.

He looked up from his canvas with a teasing grin. “Did you move? It’s hard to capture perfection when you shift around.”

My heart fluttered as I quickly apologized. “I’m sorry... I just... this dress is a little itchy.”

Besides, I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the sheer fabric, and the cool air against my heat made me let out a tiny whimper.

Underwear lines would have ruined the look, so I had skipped them entirely.

He walked over again, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It’s fine. Let me fix your pose.”

The room was dead quiet, so quiet I could hear the frantic rhythm of my own heart.

I let out a soft, shuddering breath.

His warm hand settled unexpectedly on my lower back, rubbing slow circles against my skin.

We were standing dangerously close.

“Just like that. Hold the pose... mm,” he murmured, stepping right in front of me. “Good. You’re a little too stiff, Daisy. Soften up for me.”

My cheeks burned. “Okay.”

My body melted completely under his touch, letting him mold me however he wanted.

“Yes, right there. You have such a gorgeous body. Don’t be nervous, nobody can see you here. Just let go.”

My breath turned ragged.

His heavy breathing tickled my ear while his fingertips lightly brushed the swell of my breasts.

“This angle is far more artistic. Now, part your legs for me, okay? Just like this...”

As he spoke, his hands parted my thighs.

He stroked my inner thighs, and my body reacted instinctively, clamping tight around his forearm.

I gasped out, “I’m sorry...”

Right then, an idea seemed to hit him.

“Come over here,” he said hoarsely, pointing to the sturdy wooden table.

I obediently walked over and started to sit down in front of him.

The freezing surface of the table made me cry out softly.

He leaned in with a wicked smile. “Sit.”

“Perfect. Hold right there,” he rasped, his breathing turning ragged.

I sat on the edge of the table in sheer mesh with my legs spread, my chest rising and falling heavily.

He stepped in between my knees, his hands guiding me firmly. “Relax. Just stay like this.”

His fingers stroked restlessly up and down my back.

I submissively followed his guidance, parting my legs even wider without thinking...

My heart slammed against my chest as he stepped directly into my personal space.

I trembled all over. “What... what are you doing?”

He gave me a mysterious smirk, and I couldn’t miss the undeniable bulge straining against his pants.

“You’ll find out in a second.”

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees right between my thighs before I could even process what was happening.

Then he lunged upward, hoisting my legs right over his broad shoulders...

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