An Artist’s Kiss
by Suzy
Shearer
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When artist Gabriel Milford, 47 wanted
a plus-sized mature model he never expected to find the love of his life. Now
he just needs to convince Isabella Coburn, 50 that they were meant to be
together.
But Isabella has a terrible secret, a
secret dark desire that she’s spent her life trying to ignore.
BLURB
Isabella Coburn, 50
left the nude modelling world years ago but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a
rubinesque older woman to pose for him. He's determined Issie will
pose for him but she's equally determined not to.
Determined to win her over
Gabriel does it the wrong way - he attempts blackmail then by forces his
attentions on her. It’s only when she tries to sneak into his property that she
finally agrees.
Isabella has had a secret since she was
19. One
that she's only shared with one other person who treated her like she had the
plague when she confessed it. Since then she considers
herself perverted, sick, swearing off any involvement.
Now she’s running scared - she’s met
the one man who makes
her dark desires clamour to be free - desires that Gabriel would be only
too willing to satisfy.
Can Gabriel convince her that she
isn’t perverted? Will
she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun happiness the way
she has for the past twenty years?
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM
Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance
STORY
EXCERPT:
Grimacing, Gabriel looked
at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare
ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you
haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out
there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you
wanted an older woman and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously Gabriel snarled
loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve
contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before although I’ve never
actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books but I think they’re
in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have or might know
someone.”
“I don’t want someone
young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over.
“I told you I want someone in their forties or even older. I don’t care if she’s
in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s
lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the
picture!”
Gabriel threw down the
paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look
critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it
shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he
turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of
a gaunt naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled
the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy there was still a
slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted
face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out or
maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer
immediately and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an
uncomfortable piece but it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work
left to do on it and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He
took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel
said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’
sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the
exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the
man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked
very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully he realised at
once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for
so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was
then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with
the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked
to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I
get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe
it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years so I
know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to
take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the
nude?”
Gabriel looked back at
the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the
canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas so maybe
next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks so I’m ahead of time.
Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can
decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know
the pose.”
He hoped Ian could
understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas
but until he had an actual woman in front of him he wouldn’t be able to decide.
The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows
affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica
Saturday night, a party with a few million people, anyway hopefully she tells
me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a
model then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to
help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I
know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a
hand to Ian as a peace offering.
© Suzy Shearer 2016
ADULT
EXCERPT:
“So you like this, do you,
Issie?”
He grabbed his dick and
rubbed his hand up and down the shaft then stepped out of his jeans.
Oh
my god!
It looked huge, thick,
and long. Isabella panicked, wondering how on earth he would fit it inside her
body. She suddenly realised she was licking her lips in anticipation.
“Tell me. Tell me you
want my cock.”
“I…” She nodded.
“No, say it,” he demanded.
“Say you want my cock.”
Stuttering, she said, “I…I
want your cock.”
“Tell me, my beautiful
Issie, have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
She shook her head.
“Mm. Have you ever been
fucked in the arse?’
She gulped and shook her
head again. He untied one of her wrists and an ankle and rolled her onto her
tummy before tying her arm again.
“I want this luscious
arse bright pink.”
As he spoke he began
rubbing and kneading her bottom. Isabella couldn’t help it. She lifted her
buttocks slightly into his hand. Then she felt him smack one cheek. This was so
different to the other time he did it, this time she was naked. He hit her bare
flesh again.
Oh
god,
she thought, amazed, it feels so good.
He hit her again and this
time he forced his fingers between her cheeks and pushed them down until he
could rub her slit. Then he hit again and rubbed. She could feel how wet she
was, it felt as if she was dripping onto the bed. Gabriel spread her juices
between the cracks of her arse. She lost count of how many times he hit her,
all she knew it felt amazing.
She kept saying to
herself, please don’t stop.
She felt him untie her
other ankle and then manoeuvre her until she was on her knees with her legs
apart, her head against the bed. He moved until his face was against her ear.
That sexy voice of his
murmured in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you, Issie. I’m going to fuck you until
you come again then I intend to keep fucking you until I come.”
She turned her head to
look at him, shocked.
“If you’re a good girl I
might even let you come twice.”
“Twice?” she gasped.
“Mm, you have such a
delicious cunt, I loved tasting it. Now I just know I’m going to love fucking
it.”
His dirty words both
shocked and excited her. She’d never had a man say such crude things to her
during sex. She watched as he stood then smacked her arse again. He rolled the
condom onto his swollen cock then pulled her around until he could position his
dick at the entrance to her drenched pussy.
Gabriel put a hand on his
cock and guided it between her lips. There was no nice gentle rubbing, no
easing in, instead he thrust in hard. She cried out as she felt herself stretch
painfully to accommodate his size and then Isabella felt his balls bang against
her. The pain had disappeared and in its place was a burning hunger. Gripping
her hips, he pulled her back and forth in time to his hard thrusts.
Instinctively Isabella
began to move as well so Gabriel dropped one hand from her hips and instead
began to rub her clit. He hammered her hard and rough. Isabella gasped with
each thrust and she could hear Gabriel doing the same. She could hear their
flesh slamming together, echoing in the room, could smell his masculine aroma
and her softer sweeter one.
His fingers pinched and
rubbed her swollen sensitive clit. Stunned, Isabella felt another climax rock
her. She bit down on the sheet covering the bed as he continued to push his
cock deep inside her.
He shouted, “That’s right,
Issie. Come for me!”
He continued pummelling
into her and Isabella was almost overwhelmed by the feeling in her mind and her
body. It felt surreal, she felt as if she were starting to float. Gabriel used
his other hand and pulled hard on one nipple, using it to direct her movements.
Between his fingers on her clit, the one pulling her nipple and his cock
ramming in and out of her, Isabella had no chance.
Her scream echoed around
the room as her third orgasm shook her. Gabriel increased his thrusts. He
pounded deeper and harder until she felt him grab her hips to pull her tight
onto his cock. He shouted her name as she felt him fill the condom with his
cum.
Isabella lost it.
She lost all sense of
time. All she could feel was her body shuddering as that third climax rippled
across. She thought Gabriel collapsed against her but she wasn’t sure as she
followed the wonderful feeling. Never in her entire life had she experienced
multiple orgasms. Never had she felt ones as hard and strong as these. She
actually felt drained. She had an idea that Gabriel untied her and she thought
she felt him lie beside her then gather her into his arms but she was too
relaxed, too satisfied to even know for sure.
© Suzy Shearer 2016
An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.
This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.
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