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“Oh.Oh.” She looks at the body paint with new interest. “What was the theme?”
“We are not discussing it.” He sets the bucket on the ground by the bed and focuses on me. “I don’t have much in the way of brushes. We’ll just have to make do.” He holds up two brushes that have seen better days. They’re still better than I expected.
“Those will work. I’ll be right back.” I leave the room and head down to the kitchen to grab a plate from the cabinet. It takes me a few tries to find the right one, and by the time I get back up to the bedroom, Eurydice is in the process of taking off her clothes. I busy myself with examining the paint colors and dosing out a little bit of each onto the plate in a half circle. I might not have used this particular product before, but there’s some comfort in the familiarity of this process.
The brush feels strange my hand. For a moment I have the panicked thought that maybe I really don’t know how to paint anymore. Maybe it’s like everyone says—if you don’t use your skills, you’ll lose them. I sure as fuck haven’t been using it.
They aren’t expecting me to create a masterpiece though. Or rather, it will be a masterpiece that no one but the three of us will see. One meant to be destroyed in the shower later. In the past, the idea of creating art that disappears without an audience would haveme turning away from the project. Tonight, it removes some of the pressure I didn’t realize I was feeling.
Charon climbs onto the bed and leans back against the headboard. He pats the mattress next to him. “Come here, baby. Lie down and give him a good canvas to work with.”
“I don’t see how this is much of a punishment.” She obeys though. I get a devastating look at her ass as she climbs onto the bed and arranges herself where he directed. Then they both look at me, and my heart drops into my stomach. I want this so desperately.
Intent solidifies inside me. Up until this point, I’ve been a passive party, willing to let Eurydice do as she would. If she had sent me away, I would’ve gone. But the time for that has passed.
I’ll do anything to stay. No matter the cost.
19
EURYDICE
When Charon said he wanted me to earn his forgiveness, I expected something more traditional. Bondage, or maybe him putting me over his knee and spanking me until I begged him to fuck me. I was even anticipating it. Somehow, despite my bravado, this is so much worse.
It’s absolutely agonizing watching Orpheus mix the paint. He’s got a look on his face that I’m intimately familiar with. Once upon a time, I used to love to watch him work. He wasn’t precious about being alone while he was painting, so I was able to watch him whenever I wanted to. And I always wanted to.
I don’t know if I believe in magic, but when Orpheus sinks into his creative zone and draws forth beauty from nothing…that’s magic. I always felt special because he allowed me to witness it.
I’m not the same woman, grateful to even be in the room. The person I am now would never be satisfied with only witnessing magic. I want to be the one creating it. I don’t know what that looks like for me. I’m not an artist like Orpheus, or a designer like Juliette,or even a photographer like Psyche—my sister would never call herself that, but it’s the truth.
I’m still figuring out where I fit in, which should make this experience particularly uncomfortable, because Charon is effectively shoving me back into a role I no longer want. Except…
It’s different.
I’m not a passive observer this time. Not when I’m stretched out with my head on Charon’s thigh. Not when Orpheus is joining us on the bed.
He looks at us for several beats and then takes up a position next to my hip closest to the head of the bed. “May I?”
I’m about to answer when I realize that he’s not looking at me. He’s waiting for Charon’s permission. I tense, not sure how I feel about that…except I do know, don’t I? It’s there in the deep pulse of heat spreading through me. As much as I like being the one to give commands, this is unbearably sexy too. I turn my head just enough to see Charon, to watch the hunger grow in his dark eyes. Not just hunger for me. He wants Orpheus. He wantsus.
“By all means.”
Orpheus smiles and goes about nudging me into the position he wants me. One arm gets draped back over Charon’s thighs. He grabs a pillow and stuffs it under my hip so I’m tilted toward him. His hands don’t linger on my body, and every time he touches me, I have to fight not to arch into the weight of his fingertips against my skin. He’s treating me as gently and remotely as he would any of his canvases. It’s agonizing and so hot, I can barely stand it, and he hasn’t evendoneanything yet.
Then he begins to paint.
I try to stay relaxed, but the first drag of the wet brush along my heated skin is almost more than I can bear. It’s such a small sensation. Somehow that only makes it worse. This is going to go on for a very long time.
“Hold still.” Orpheus has a distraction to his tone that I recognize well.
He barely waits for me to force myself to stop shifting before he dips his brush in paint and continues. He doesn’t paint particularly thickly, so he makes quick work of coating my skin with a base layer that starts at my collarbone and curves down around my breasts to my stomach and hips and upper thighs. The cool air from the room makes the paint feel colder than it is. Honestly, it’s a welcome relief. I’m so hot I feel like I might die from it.
Orpheus leans down and blows slightly against my skin. I jolt to find him grinning at me. The jerk is tormenting me on purpose. I glare. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Very much.”
I have to crane my neck to see Charon, and I get distracted halfway through when I realize his hard cock is only a couple inches from my face. He’s obviously enjoying the show, but he makes no move to touch himself or hurry things along. I shift toward his cock, and that’s when hedoesmove, weaving his fingers through my hair and holding me firmly in place. “Your punishment is still in play, Eurydice.”
Out of the corner of my eye, Orpheus picks up his brush again. I lick my lips. “Can’t we fast-track this? I’ll suck your cock, then I’ll suck his cock, then you can stop been irritated with me.”
