Page 154 of Pink Ink

I grin, nodding at the object on the corner of the table. “Turn the camera on, love.”

Her forehead wrinkles in confusion, remaining in place. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I turn and grab one of my biggest canvases off the rack without waiting to see if she follows instructions. I can hear her hesitation seconds before she releases a dramatic huff and stomps to do as I said, muttering,“Asshole,”under her breath as she manages to undo the belt without my help.

Sexually frustrated Reyna is cute. Maybe I’ll punish her again for her attitude.

I position the canvas on the wall across from the table. I prepped it weeks ago with today in mind. “Set the tripod up over there and make sure this is in frame.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “You’re seriously going to paint right now?”

“Miss Sinaga,” I warn. “Do you need another lesson in manners so soon?”

Her eyes narrow at me, yet she does what she’s told. She preps her medium, while I prep mine, using the palette knife to scrape onto the canvas the scarlet, sage green, chocolate brown, and cherry pink paints I made last night. Once all the colors are positioned in splotches on the canvas, I turn to find her waiting next to the camera.

“Take your clothes off.”

Reyna wets her lips before wiggling her underwear down her legs in a slow tease. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly get any harder, her dress and bra drop to the floor, and she stands without a thread to hide her from me.

I smile to myself when I catch sight of all the bright-pink handprints covering her ass. I should start putting them there more often.

“Come here. Make sure the tape is running.”

Panic crosses Reyna’s eyes. “But I don’t have any clothes on.”

“Come.Here.”

She chews her lip in indecision before padding across the room. Softly placing a hand on her shoulder, I turn her so the camera captures every inch of her divine body.

If anyone comes across this video, I will gouge their eyes out of their skull and feed it to them. No one but me will ever get to see her like this.

A sharp inhale is the only reaction I get when I grab her hair off her shoulders to pile it up in a tight bun using the hair tie I stole from her room in the dead of night. I lower my lips to the smooth expanse of skin, kissing a trail from behind her ear down to the tip of her shoulder. She’s bloody intoxicating.

A sound that’s more beast than man rumbles from my chest when I curve my hand around her waist to coat my fingers in her wetness.

“Please, Maddox,” she mewls, wiggling to fit my bulge against her ass.

My fingers curl around her throat to tip her head back, and I lower my lips against the shell of her ear. “I called you here to capture the process of creating art. Put your hands on the canvas so I can create.”

I let go of her, stepping away so she can move on her own terms. Reyna glances at the canvas skeptically. “Do I have to touch oil paint?” She grimaces.

“It’sacrylic.” The word tastes like dirt. “Just for you.”

Taking a deep breath, she settles her hands on the canvas.

Her pussy quivers with anticipation as I stand back to unbutton my top and remove my pants, and underwear. My cock springs free, swollen and leaking from all the teasing. Edging closer, I run my cock up her slit. It’s complete fucking torture. It takes every ounce of my fraying self-restraint to stop myself from burying inside her straightaway.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to scream. And you’re going to be a good,goodgirl for me and say my name when you come.” My voice is nothing more than a strained rasp. “Now say,Yes, Mr. Shaw.”

She jolts when I spank her once more, spreading the paint. “Yes, Mr. Shaw,” she moans.

The thread holding me back snaps, and I sink into her, completely un-fucking-bidden. She takes me right to the very root, and I just about black out. Bloody heavenly.

She moves onto her forearm while the other hand slides across the paint, creating great big arcs and short, sharp strokes as she takes all of me.

I thrust into her gently, and so torturously slow, kissing each vertebra because she deserves tenderness. To be treated like she’s a precious artifact. A treasure to be worshipped. She needs to know that I’m a demon in disguise, but I would never do anything to harm her. If she isn’t here, I’ll cease to exist. I would search for her in every life, because nothing holds meaning without her there.