Page 26 of Tempted By the Princess

“But you give some to your family, right?”

“No.”

She raised her eyebrow in a question that I pretended I didn’t see. I couldn’t give her an answer. As close as I was to my family, I’d always wanted to keep this to myself. It wasn’t insecurity. I knew they’d love that I painted and would appreciate that I had at least a modicum of talent. But I wanted it to be my secret. Well, and Genny’s now.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” she said softly, still looking through my canvases. “It means a lot.”

Finally she made her way to the easel, her eyes widening as she studied the scene I was working on – two figures reclining on a rock, staring out at the valley below.

“Is this us?” she asked. “From earlier?”

I nodded, unable to trust my voice.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “Truly.”

“There’s still a lot of work to do on it.”

“Do it,” she said, but there was something in her voice that made me pause. Something mischievous.

“You want to watch me paint?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

She stood behind me, a little off to the side, and after glancing over my shoulder I picked up my brush and dipped it in some blue paint.

“Will it mess you up if I come closer?” she asked softly.

“No one’s ever watched me paint before,” I said, feeling the tiniest bit vulnerable.

She stepped close enough to me that I could feel the heat of her body against my back. “No one?”

Why did this suddenly feel like a seduction? And why did it suddenly feel so hot in here?

“No.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing close as she rubbed herself against me.

“Don’t stop.”

I dabbed some more paint onto my brush, nearly dropping it when one of her hands slid up to cup my breast.

I tried to concentrate on painting a corner of the sky, but it was hard with her little hand kneading my breast. I could feel my nipple hardening beneath her palm.

Suddenly Genny shifted again.

“Don’t stop,” she repeated, this time with a stern demand in her voice that made me shiver just a little.

Her hands went to my jeans, unbuttoning the top, then sliding my zipper down as I tried to focus on what I was doing.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she whispered. “You keep painting like a good girl, and I’ll reward you with an orgasm.”

I’d never thought of painting as an erotic experience before, but I was wrong. Determined to follow this to the end, I continued painting. My movements stuttered as I felt Genny slide my jeans down to my knees, my panties following.

“Paint.”

I picked up a little bit of white paint to add depth to the sky, painting a wisp of a cloud while Genny slid her fingers in between my lower lips, sliding back and forth, spreading my arousal. When she circled my opening, I stiffened.

“Genny…”