Threading my hand through his hair, I locked eyes with him before his lips found mine, claiming them as if they belonged to him. They would always belong to him.
He pressed his body against mine, allowing me to feel his need for me, to feel his warmth, his broad and defined chest against mine, to feel everything as he poured his emotions into the kiss.
“I have… something else I need to show you,” he muttered against my lips.
Drunk in lust, I followed him wordlessly as he brought me over to a mirrored wall I hadn’t noticed before that looked out to the gallery in the far back. He pulled out a key and removed his hand from mine before he placed the key into a door adjacent to the wall.
“When Helen showed me this room, I immediately knew what I’d use it for. It was previously used for meetings and then eventually storage, and now…”
He opened the door.
As I went inside, my eyes widened. The room was littered with canvases that played their role in the rather famous “PRICELESS” exhibit. The sculptures were in one corner, paintings along the walls either leaning on the floor or hanging up on the walls. However, the thing that truly caught my eye was the set up in the middle of the floor that held his canvas and easel as well as boxes of roses, blankets, and all the other components he would put into his paintings of me. I also noticed the mirror was actually a one-way mirror, allowing us to see the outside and be completely discreet to those looking on.
“What is this, Beckham?”
He closed the door behind him, his eyes trailing up and down my body with utter hunger.
“This is our compromise, Flower. While you’re busy running the galleries and working, I’ll be here in my new studio away from home. Here, I’ll plan out all of the future displays and exhibits of the ‘troubled and talented son of Vincent Garcia’ to be shown exclusively at your museums, get some sales going and build some traction for new buyers and investors.”
More tears piled in my eyes. “You would truly do all of that for me?”
“I would do anything for you, Flower. And for all of this, all I ask in return…” He trailed off before his hand found my shoulder. He rubbed it softly, his eyes darkening as I bit my lip.
A sense of excitement passed through me as I looked up at him. “Is me,” I whispered, knowing that was the answer to everything. He would give me everything I could ever ask for. All I had to do was give myself to him.
As if I wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat.
And now, just like before, this would be our little game filled with desire and secrets. This so-called agreement would only bring us closer together, and I was excited to get back into posing for him. However, part of me was concerned with doing it in front of the one-way mirror.
“Any particular interest in the one-way mirror?”
My heart raced as a conniving evil smile came to his lips.
Hearing the grand doors of the museum open, my head shot over to see figures ascending the grand steps. My eyebrows furrowed as Kira entered, followed by some men in suits as well as construction workers.
Before I was able to question anything, Beckham grabbed me and pushed me flush against the glass. A few heads turned at the sound, but they returned to their discussion.
“B-Beckham,” I whispered before I threw my head back on his shoulder as he ground his hips against my ass.
“This room serves me a lot of interests, Flower. And seeing you flush against the mirror, your face red in embarrassment as I fuck your little cunt is only one of them,” he whispered in my ear before his mouth placed open-mouth kisses on my neck.
One hand went lower, entering my pants, and knowing my body better than I, he placed his other hand over my mouth as a deep moan surfaced at his touch against my clothed clit.
He pinched me with a slight chuckle as I jerked in his hold. Despite my hesitancy and fear of being caught, I felt extremely aroused, the proof of it resting on Beckham’s fingers as he tortured me through my underwear.
Soon, the men walked further into the building, and Beckham pulled his hand out before forcing my pants down, removing his other hand from my mouth. The anticipation of being caught was far too enticing, and though it should have worried me that Beckham chose this area to paint me, part of me enjoyed the thrill of it all.
“So… do you accept my terms and conditions, Flower?”
My knees buckled as I tried to remain silent so as not to alert the people outside. In an instant, however, I felt him enter me, and I leaned my face against the glass, my body shuddering at his intrusion.
With his hands on my hips, he seated his cock deep inside of me, and my eyes rolled back as I could barely keep myself upright. Grabbing my jaw in his hand, he turned my head to look back at him as he moved his hips.
“Everything can be yours, Flower… All you have to do is agree.” His voice was velvet as he looked down at me with utter love.
He already knew my answer. He knew I would never say no to him. “Yes, I do… fuck, I do,” I whispered.
His eyes seemed to darken, his signature sinister gaze settling on me.
