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My friend smiled properly for the first time in weeks, pulling me in for a hug.
“I blame your art. It makes me think about all the possibilities, and I don’t want to miss out on any of it.”
“You can’t blame me for your kinks, although I’m happy to inspire them.”
“We need to go, mingle, but so I know… are all the pictures Archer trussed up in ropes you’ve tied?”
I pressed my fingers to my lips, shushing her, before winking.
“I knew it. God, that’s so hot… I’m adding that to my to do list with all the other things on there.”
As I walked back into the gallery, I was met with loud conversations as the crowd circulated the room, looking at each piece. I passed a group of businessmen, probably in their forties, looking at a particular favorite piece of mine. It was Archer, on his knees, facing away. Head bowed, his hands were pulled up behind him under his shoulder blades and thick brown ropes tied him in a range of detailed knots. His skin glistened with sweat, muscles taut, his naked ass clenched. God, he looked amazing, and the light I’d added to the painting made him look otherworldly, although the men I passed didn’t seem to think so.
Like I’d said to Archer when I’d first met him, I didn’t mind people not liking my art, but I did mind people insulting my boyfriend’s kinks, and the conversation I was listening to was one that I hated the most.
“God, what a pussy,” one of them announced, making the other men all laugh. “I mean, what sort of man gets on his knees and bows to a woman like that? There is no way I would do that.”
“Never,” another one of them agreed.
“I bet he can’t even get it up and there is no way he could satisfy a woman if that’s how he behaves. Like I said… pussy.”
I swallowed down my anger and stepped onto the stage.
“Thank you all so much for coming tonight. Like I said in my first show, sex is about trust… whether it’s a long term relationship or a quicky after too much to drink, and what you’re seeing here is another form of trust. There are so many kinks so, how do you find which ones are for you? How do you know that you like your girlfriend to push a finger into your ass while you fuck them, rubbing against your prostrate until you come so hard you can’t breathe? That you like the same sex as well as the opposite sex? You like to be choked or pain is your thing or that you’ve spent so long being the one in control in your life that the only way for you to get off is if someone takes the control out of your hands and takes charge? For us to explore what we like, we have to trust. These paintings are that trust. Someone handing over control. It’s not about weakness or them being a pussy, like I’ve just heard someone say. This is about bravery to explore what’s out there, rather than sitting in that vanilla space, because you’re too afraid to be honest about what you want or don’t have a safe space to explore it. So, whatever you do tonight… whether you love my art or not, my one wish for you is that you’ve found a safe place to really explore what sets your body alight and makes you have the hardest, longest orgasms of your life.”
I threw a wink at the men I’d just overheard and noticed how uncomfortable they looked. Stepping off the stage to a loud round of applause, Archer was waiting with a stunning smile on his face.
“God, I love you,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to my neck, sending a shiver through my body. “How long until we can get out of here because there are so many things I want to do to you right now…”
Chapter 15
Archer
“No,no,no,”Ioneemoaned. “I’ve got plans for you when we get home. Making out in the back of the car will ruin them.”
I took her hand and slipped it into the open fly of my jeans, rubbing her palm over my throbbing cock. “Nee, I won’t last until we get home.”
“Remember the days when you struggled to come… now you’re like a machine,” she giggled as she stroked my length.
“Then come and sit on my lap and let me fuck you slowly until we get home.”
She slapped my chest. “No! Patience. I promise. It will be worth it.”
“Tell me I’m going to sink into your tight pussy and feel you come so hard that you make me come,” I groaned.
“I promise,” she whispered as she zipped my fly back up and then cupped my face.
“You’re beautiful, Arch. I can’t wait to come on tour with you.”
I ghosted my thumb over her lips, wondering what I ever did to find someone as perfect as her.
“I can’t wait for you to come with me. I think I’d lose my mind leaving you behind.”
“And we’re flying on the Cosmic God’s plane, so I don’t have to worry about getting all our toys and rope through customs.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her closer as my lips found hers again.
“Archer, you’re home,” Pete’s voice echoed out through the speaker in the back of the car. I opened the door, taking Ionee’s hand and leading her toward the front door of the house.
