Desiree's POV
I was taken aback when I saw the red lingerie on the bed, along with a note that said, "wear it." But why do I have to wear this? I sighed. My mood today is totally red, and he heated me up with his actions.
I don't want to wear this, and I met his rock-hard body as I was ready to open the door. He walked towards me after I gasped, and I backed away while looking at him.
"You don't like what I gave you?"
"I…"
"What?"
"I'm not going to put it on."
He scowled and took the red lingerie in his hand; it's made of lacy material, and I'm sure I'll
look like a prost*stute in it.
"If you don't wear this, I'm going to undress you and put this on you."
I was now startled by what he said and why I had to wear it, especially since if he wanted sex, it might happen at any time. "Fine! I'm going to put it on."
"All right," he said calmly as he handed me the lingerie.
"You need to go outside," I grumbled as I unzipped my shirt and paused what I was doing since I was feeling self-conscious.
He smirked at me, his smile lightened the room while my feelings for him got irritated. "Why? I'd like to see you doing that."
"No buts…" He took one step forward and unbuttoned my shirt, then noticed my black bra and unbuckled it with his fingers touching the end of it. "Can you tell me what you're doing?"
"I'm here to help you..." His voice is husky, and when his warm breath brushes over my bare neck, I close my eyes slightly.
When he observed that I had partially closed my eyes, he gripped my breast and pinned me to the wall while forcefully kissing me. I tried to move away but couldn't. He makes me feel something I don't understand and that is what makes me 'me.'
He breathed loudly and took the bra lace lingerie to put it on my naked breast and he planted a kiss on my n*pple before the bra covered my n*pples.
"I know you like it, but we can reserve that for later," he muttered as he squatted and yanked down my skirt, then pulled down my black underwear, giving him a clear view of my flower. I'm so uncomfortable around him, but since he saw me naked the last time, I shouldn't be surprised, but I can't help but notice that his face is now one inch from my freshly shaven p*ssy. I sighed and held my breath as he licked my cl*t and laid a kiss on it. This is unusual for me, but I enjoy the way he kisses and touches me in a way that makes my body hot.
He parted my legs and I bit my fingernails softly while looking at him doing that, then put the red lacy underwear on me. I gasped when he finished, my breathing was hard and my pulse was raging. I gulped when his palm touches my neck and grabbed me closer to him,
"You have such a lovely figure..." He stated this and took me to his room's grand mirror, where I saw myself with wavy hair and red lingerie, looking so f*cking hot, my curvy form fitted so well with what I'm wearing right now, he's behind me, and I can see the desire in his eyes when he looks at my face in the mirror.
"Dont worry, I am not going to have sex with you today."
I stepped back and bit my lower lip, still embracing myself to keep his gaze from being drawn to my firm breast.
"Then where are you taking me?" I ask him.
"To my gallery…let's go," He pulled my wrist and opened the door. We walked the hallway, I was shocked to see that he pressed his thumb to open this other secret room.
I am amazed by what I see, he dragged me inside and I know that he sniffed the smell of my hair.
"You smell good."
"Because I always shower," I retorted with a chuckle. He gives me a smile that isn't real in the least.
"All right, I'm going to ask you to do something..." He began his plan by pinching my n*pple with his thumb. When he did that, I was startled since it hurts yet gives me so much pleasure.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Go to the centre and place yourself on that comfortable bed. As if you're a model, Because I want to paint you, and this lingerie makes you look like a masterpiece."
When he stated that, I was a little surprised and shocked. "Don't worry, I'm not selling paintings," he says, holding my waist. "I don't sell what I own."
I went slowly, peering at him, and his gaze was fixed on my butt cheeks.
I clenched my teeth because I don't like guys staring at me like that, but I'm not sure. It irritates me because I want him to look at me like that. It's fine when it's him, but when it's another guy, I feel humiliated as a woman.
I sat on the edge of the bed and he told me to be on the centre,
He begins to take his pencil and draw me, he takes some paints and when he is about to draw me, I accidentally parted my legs to move on to another area, "Stay like that…"
"What?"
"I said stay like that."
I shake my head and say, "No…it seems awkward." I closed my legs and he seemed pñissed, he walked towards me with his arched brow.
"Just do what I say…"
"No…"
"Just.do.what.I.say!" He said with a firm voice and his hand placed on legs, trying to parted them.
"I don't want…"
"Yes, you can." he grabbed my hand and started to kiss my knuckles, "Just trust me, okay?"