Relentless Desire A Darvaine Novel Book 1

By Jacqwin Hess

In his forties, Sebastian Darvaine is a wealthy businessman; highly-educated, charming and irresistible. But, don’t let that gorgeous face fool you. Known as The Killer for his ruthless business tactics as a corporate raider, he also has a body just made for sin and sin quite a bit he does!
In his private life, he’s a Dom to the extreme. A man who has it all and gets what he wants. The only exception is the sweet innocent Adriaunn Vale. She’s been his secret desire for many years. Now he’s had enough. Why should he deny himself any longer? Determined to learn everything about her once and for all, he’s driven to find out why he has this relentless yearning for her. All he can think about is bringing her into the darker side of his life. But the question is – can she handle it?
****warning**** Extreme sexual content, hardcore and rough, mention/description of BDSM, has soft bondage in it and crude language. NOT for the faint of heart. Be prepared. ONLY 18+ (or maybe even 20+) It's practically on a Cellular Level in description. Consider yourself forewarned!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jacqwin Hess
• Release date: Feb 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310468742

Jacqwin Hess

Jacqwin Hess has been writing since the moment she could form sentences and is a sucker for HEA romance. This is her first publication and hopes you love Sebastian and Adriaunn's story as much as she does.

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Jacqwin Hess

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Relentless Desire

A Darvaine Novel

Book One

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Copyright © 2014 by Jacqwin Hess.

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This book contains strong sexual content, for adult 18+ , mention and description of BDSM and soft bondage.

Acknowledgements

To my family, thank you for the support and patience, even when it seemed impossible and you were certain I would never get this book published! To my Besties who never failed to enlighten me with your raunchy tales during our Girl’s Gathering!

A huge thanks to my Beta Reader’s! You girls Rock!

Suzi S. Tabby T. and Debi K. and Jacquie D!!

I have to give a special Thanks to the authors who endured my endless questions, giving me their time and helping me get started. They were wonderful gals in helping me with all the legal issues, to get set up in order to upload and publish and copyright issues that I had to fight through because I knew nothing about the industry until they helped me out.

Jaden W.

Angela P.

And Mrs. Robinson and Victoria A.

Thanks a Million!

Thanks to my editor Kristen S.

My Book Cover Designer: Sara Eirew, you did a fabulous job on the photo shoot and Cover. I love it! Your work is amazing!!!

Find her at www.saraeirew.com

Chapter One

The one absolution on this planet that I know is men function from their dicks up. Though I had normally never considered myself apart of the mindless sec, above that, I can officially say I’ve been wrong. At least now I am. I just ignored and hid that fact better than the majority and at times, even from myself. Nevertheless, considering where I’m at right now and what I’m about to do, all illusions on that human factoid have just vanished. My dick is definitely guiding and controlling me right now. What I now accept is what I’ve always known, is that man wants to fuck twenty-four seven and so do I since meeting her. It’s on the brain constantly and ninety percent of what we are made of and live for—when will I next get laid? Sex is mainly what we think about, with every face we see, every curve we brush by; be it tit, ass, leg or the spectacular beauty that’s found in between. The science is simple; men fuck for relief, our minds instantly thinking of that next round and women need sex for release, not requiring it again for a while. You have to warm a woman up and get her in the mood, where a man has been in the mood and ready to go again minutes after he came the last time and so it stays on his mind, constantly wondering when he’s getting to fuck again. All I can think about is getting to fuck her for the first time; when will it happen, where will it be, will she like me? Of course she will. I have face of a god and I’m a god in the sack! Oh man, seriously, did I just answer myself? This chick is making me crazy.

Maybe before I didn’t live by my dick, being the workaholic I am. I run my own company and obsessed with staying on top. I loved ruling, controlling and the power all that gives me, but now all I can think about is her. The one thing on this planet I’ve wanted and have never gone after. Adriaunn Vale.

I remember the first time I ever saw her. It was at the Denver airport coming back from L.A. December 27th, 2011 at 3:36 to be exact. I was sitting in the airport terminal, waiting on my private jet to be refueled. Normally, I would have been taxied to a separate location and out in a few minutes, but the bad weather that was coming in forced them to direct all incoming to the main hub. I’d come into the terminal to check the place out–to see how ‘other’ people had to travel. I’d gone to the different shops, bars, restaurants and then came back to where I could see them refueling my plane while watching the people around me. I instantly felt sorry for them with all the bullshit they were going through while traveling. I thanked my lucky stars for my success and wealth that allowed me to travel in private luxury.

Across the terminal, a plane had begun de-boarding and a girl was wandering around. She stopped and smiled while reading the gate and flight numbers on the board. She bit her lip, still smiling and began walking right toward me. She was of average height, slim, petite frame, long legs, with beautifully shaped breast under her ivory cable knit sweater. Her face was pretty, soft cheekbones, pert nose, and rounded jaw line; nothing protrusive, but her skin…now, that was a different story. Her skin was extraordinary, flawless, and gorgeous with the perfect tan coloring to it. Her skin was the hue that women paid millions across the world to try to obtain through hours of tanning but could only dream about. This girl’s skin was all-natural.

She jerked her long, straight brown hair out from under the strap of the bag she’d hauled up on her shoulder, sweeping her fingers across her almond shaped vibrant green eyes and kept walking towards me. The more I stared, the more I liked what I saw and felt that instant spark of attraction come alive inside of me. She hadn’t noticed me as she kept her attention on the view outside of the window. She was almost on me when two girls dashed past her and literally knocked her down with their big carry-on bags. The bitches had been rushing to the two seats directly across from me. I suddenly found my hand on the sweetest, tightest ass I’ve ever held. She instantly flew away and put her hands out to me.

"Ohmigosh! I’m so sorry!" she said to me, her pretty face red with embarrassment. She straightened up her bags as she walked up to the window—my eyes following her as she walked by, even so far as to keep looking over my shoulders at her. Hell-O. Highly fuckable ass at my seven o’clock. It was beautiful! It was melt in your mouth hot; so delectable I wanted to sink my teeth into the soft flesh and leave my mark on her. I think I could see leaving my mark everywhere on that girl! Fuck me! She was hot!

With the incoming storm approaching, it began to snow. I knew we only had a very small window to take off and make it out of there, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare at her. She flipped her long, dark brown hair over her shoulder–long fistable tresses. She was wearing a pair of those tightly fitted ski pants. Yeah, you know the ones; the kind that clung to a womanly body like a second skin. Her pants were tight enough that they made her ass jump out and salute you, an ass that begged to be touched. Hell, by this point in my mind, I’m more than touching it. I’ve kissed and bit that darling ass, full on fucking her–buried to my balls in her, making her cry in ecstasy, her hands tied to the bed post, up on her knees, blindfold on. God, that would be so nice and to do so much worse to her.

Thank god our thoughts aren’t ever publicized for the entire world to see or this girl would take off screaming if she knew what I had going through my mind right now. Hell, every female here would, including the stupid bitches across from me thinking to get my attention. They were really annoying. I looked over at them and it just came out. You both have lettuce in your teeth. Brilliant! They both gasped, covering their mouths, getting up and taking off to the bathroom.

I nodded to my pilot, who just arrived back with his coffee. He leaned closer where I pointed to the girl and told him my instructions—handing him my business card from Darvaine Corporations; I said to make me look like a friend of his. He executed it flawlessly. The sweet innocent turned out to be an open book, all excited as she told him all he needed to know and more as she passed her number to him. Her name was Adriaunn, there meeting a bunch of her friends to celebrate the one year anniversary of her divorce. She was there to celebrate new beginnings. My pilot asked what she was going to do now, career-wise. She said she didn’t know, but she really loved writing. From there, he claimed his friend was an editor—me—and could hook her up, passing her my business card.

"Oh, thank you so much. That’s really sweet of you," she replied, then went up on tiptoe and kissed my pilot on the cheek, putting the card in her purse.

I looked over with one of the airport employees stepping up to me and spoke. Mr. Darvaine, your plane is ready, sir. I didn’t move yet, just nodded to the woman and then looked back to where Adriaunn continued to speak with my pilot.

"Well, I better go. Time to take the boss back home, but it was good to see you, Adrian–Aud-ree-onn. Adriaunn. Sorry."

"It’s okay, everyone gets it wrong. So, thanks again. Have a safe flight back."

"You too."

Suddenly, she went still, looking back over her shoulder to the counter and began listening to the employees discussing the flight that was supposed to de-board there. It had been redirected to a different gate. She inquired about it and they confirmed it with her. She huffed, rolling her eyes, picking up her carry-on bag, and tossing it onto her shoulder. Oh my god, that’s way down there. Crap. She turned back to my pilot and smiled at him, putting out her hand and shaking his. "Anyway-well, thanks again. You’re awesome. Who knows, maybe if I end up in New York someday I’ll see you there. You never know what life is going to throw at you or…send your way. Carpe diem, or, in this case, Carpe Tempus! Adriaunn replied as she started to walk backward from him to leave. That’s seize the moment!"

She bumped into me with that beautiful body of hers and spun around. Ugh, I did it again! I’m so sorry. But then again, maybe not, she replied as she stared in a stunned daze up at my face, shrugging as she smiled up at me and gave a light giggle. Um…Carpe Tempus, my new philosophy I live by now and you should do it, too. And you just happen to be the perfect example.

The next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, tip-toeing up and pressing them hard with a happy moan. I was ready just to let her go, but then her lips softened on mine, not pulling away and my hands naturally fell to her hips, feeling her curves, automatically drawing her closer. We fit perfect and I liked how my body expanded well over her tiny frame, my cock jumping at the image of her struggling and wiggling under mine as I fucked her. Feeling the electric jolts from my brain to my cock, I automatically pulled her a bit closer. I tilted and lowered my head for a deeper kiss, but she gasped out and stepped away.

"Wow, yum." She absently spoke her thoughts out loud.

Whiskey. She’d been drinking and was delightfully drunk now or well on her way.

"That’s for the save a bit ago. A huge bruise on my ass would have made for a painful skiing trip. Au revoir!" she said with a quick wave, spun away, and dashed off. She ran into the people she was waiting on; getting picked up in to a great big bear hug by a big black guy, before getting passed around to three other good-looking white guys and finally, two Latino men. They told her the girls were in the bathroom and politely began taking her bags from her. I was walking without even thinking, finding myself at the soda machine and able to hear their conversation.

"So, Dausyn, how’s grandma? Is she doing okay?" she asked the black guy, who answered back that grandma’s fine, still a crazy awesome hell raiser just like her granddaughter. When they started walking off back toward the restrooms, Adriaunn looked over at me and the black guy looked, too, noticing how she was staring.

"Who’s the suit? You know, the one you were eating his face off a second ago?"

"I don’t have a clue, but I sure enjoyed it. Shit, I’d gladly eat more than his face off. He is beautiful, tasted good, and oh my god, smelled incredible! Now that’s one number I wouldn’t mind getting!"

One of the Latinos burst out laughing at her, throwing an arm over her shoulder and grabbed her jaw. "Divorced one year and she’s already picking up the la polla!"

"Shut up! she replied, shoving his hand off her jaw and playfully backhanding him in the stomach. I am not! After what I’ve just been through?! F-that. Never again. Ever! I-am-done! C'est la vie!"

"That’s ‘so goes life’ in French," the white guy corrected her and set their bags down against the wall, next to the restrooms.

"Then Adios Amigo! Good-bye, finito, done, forever and ever arvwor!"

"Shut up! How many drinks have you had already? That’s au revoir!" The same white guy corrected her and dropped back against the wall, rolling his eyes at her, but smiled and laughed with her.

The girls came out of the restroom and squealing instantly erupted. They all hugged and made their introductions, a few of the men introducing them as their girlfriends. I watched as a woman who looked like Adriaunn, also kissed the men in greeting and then was introduced as Kerrie, Adriaunn’s sister. She was taller than Adriaunn with shoulder length brown hair, had the same bright green eyes and facial features, except she was a more classic beauty. Kerrie had on a wedding ring and had a slight darkening around her eyes Sebastian recognized, being a parent himself. She was a mother. They guys started asking Kerrie how many drinks Adri already had. Kerrie held up five fingers to which Adri just smiled up at them, happy as could be and not disputing it.

The airport employee returned to my pilot and I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. I made my way back to where my pilot still stood just in time to hear her speak. I’m sorry, but if you’re going to go, gentlemen, you better do it now. They’re fixing to close us down.

"Well, carpe tempus," my pilot replied, giving me a quirky smile.

"Better yet, let’s hope when the time comes for her to carpe tempus again, she’ll carpe gallus." I stated and Banks rolled his eyes at me, easily guessing what I meant, my cocky smile growing broader as he shook his head, walking off.

That had been the last time I saw her until the writer’s convention a year later after her move to New York. I had learned about a certain publishing company going out of business and had used them as a contact name to get her to go to the convention. I had gone to meet up with her there, but the business merger I was orchestrating began to unravel and I had to leave. I managed to talk to an acquaintance of mine, Stan Switzer, who owned an erotic art gallery and I set it up for him to meet and hire Adriaunn. He even offered her a room above The Gallery to live in. Stan told me that she’d just been about to return back home to Minnesota and give up on New York. She couldn’t find a decent enough job to live and stay there. Now, thanks to him, she was able to stay. I couldn’t understand the crazy emotions that went through me when he told me she accepted and was giving it a try, stay. I felt overwhelming relief, excitement, hope, and anticipation–lots of anticipation. I still felt all of those emotions to this very day, none of them diminishing. They’ve actually grown stronger and more determined over time, having ran into her here and there, approached her and tested my attraction to her and her attraction to me. Every time I got near her, she turned and ran the other way, acted as if she didn’t see me and fled—never thinking for one second that I could be interested in the likes of her and was approaching her. She was too insecure, too hurt by her husband and closed off—and if I ever learn the Switzer’s warned her against me, I’ll make them pay for it and dearly.

The biggest reason I didn’t pursue Adri more aggressively was because of my youngest, my daughter, Micha. She was immature, had…special needs and required extra attention. She wasn’t mentally handicapped, but she was slower than my other two kids, Cassie and Lance, and had emotional issues. Or maybe I was the one with the issues and was just being overly protective, needlessly worried and wasn’t giving her enough credit. She was capable and I recently made the decision to trust her, giving her what she needed to try and make it on her own. I sent her off to college. Ugh, I’m more scared than she is and my stomach just knots thinking about her being there semi-unsupervised. I have security watching over her—all three of my kids actually.

Now my time was more my own and free to tend to more…personal matters.

It felt so good to know that she was now on her way to me and I was going to get to meet her, get to have her. Now that she would be in my home for her work, she couldn’t run. Adriaunn was a beautiful woman, but not glam gorgeous with a supermodel face—like the kind I normally had throwing themselves at me. That was why my fixation on her had always bothered me. At times, it agitated me and other times–as I stood across the road from The Gallery watching her work–it down right pissed me off. There was just something about her and I still had yet to figure out what it was about her that continued to draw my attention to her, hold it and make me crazy with want for her. I know now that it wasn’t just her ass or physical attributes that kept me attracted to her. It was something else, something more—deeper—and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

It’s been three years since I first laid eyes on her, one of those years spent manipulating her and getting her to move to New York manipulated and this last year spent trying to meet her, but shit at work or something with Micha always comes up. And Micha, my kids, comes first. They will always…come first. I’m an aggressive man, dominant in the extreme and always goes after what I want, but all that stops when it comes to the safety and well-being of my children. I just can’t be turned on sexually with the thought of my kids across the hall or just walking in while I was in the middle of flagrante delicto! I would have had Adriaunn over a long time ago, but too many time I’d wake up and Micha was back in her bed or down in the kitchen. I could have taken Adri off somewhere, but…she wasn’t the type of nasty whore I could just take to a motel and use.

Well, all that’s over and I’m now at a point in my life where I can finally meet her and see if I could get an answer as to why I was so drawn to her—having this relentless desire for her was driving me crazy. I still remembered the taste of her on my lips, the feel of her body against mine, and the electric jolt that came with that kiss. I’d never experienced that before and I’ve never forgot it. I still remember the shocking electric current that blasted through me when I was overtaken by the sight of her, touching her and then tasting her. I have yet to escape the aching and burning inside me. That’s why I mindlessly went to deepen that kiss and pulled her more to me. I was too in shock by the feeling, stunned to have felt anything at all. It was a strange thing, feeling as if that was where I belonged and she with me. I instantly connected with her and in the past year…it’s never diminished one little bit.

It was a gorgeous June day and Adriaunn Vale would have dearly loved to be anywhere but where she was headed. She took a shaky breath, which suddenly caught in her throat when the chauffeured Bentley pulled up to the location she was to exhibit a painting. It was a gorgeous, whitewall Luxury Neo-Classical Townhouse in the upper east side of Manhattan, with a black cast iron balcony in the center and black cast iron fencing in the front of the small property. She worked at Switzer Gallery of Erotic Arts and this was her first time showcase a painting in a private residence—and not just any residence or to just any client. How she ever got from trying to be a historical romance writer to an erotic art seller was beyond her.

Actually, she knew how it happened; her writing sucked and she was near destitute, on the verge of going back home to Minnesota. Well, there she was at the house of her first showcase and her stomach kept quivering, as she grew more nervous. It had never once crossed her mind to work in any kind of gallery, let alone an erotic arts gallery. She had yet to tell her parents the truth about her job. They would totally shit if they knew.

She sighed again, looking back up at that stunning house—the man was one of the mega-rich apparently, and she knew this was big. It was one of those ‘make or break you’ type of clients. The Gallery was operating in the red, about to go under, and she’d be out of a job. This had to go well. Well, here goes nothing. Oh man, I hope I’m not in over my head here. She looked over the car, his car, running her hand over the plush leather seat, and then took a deep breath. Dear lord, she could smell him, a heavy masculine scent that wasn’t like any cologne she’d ever smelled. It was intoxicating and she loved it, but she wasn’t there to admire his gorgeous car or…smell him. She immediately sobered thinking about what Stan told her, that he was an extremely sexually aggressive and not to be shocked by anything he does or says. He was very crude, nasty and one of their more interesting clients. He would never hurt her, but still, he said to just be wary and keep his number up as a precaution. Drawing up her courage and fighting her intimidation, she stepped out of the car and took the large painting the chauffeur retrieved out of the trunk already and headed in.

About fucking time. Looking down at his watch he saw that she was actually a few minutes early. He liked punctuality. Finally. All that time and effort I put in on her, all these years I kept her around and getting her ready to meet me and now the moment has arrived. I just know it will be worth my time, watching and waiting, by slow degree teaching, training her to be with a man of my…specific tastes. Fuck, my cock is like a knot. I finally get to meet her; speak to her and hopefully to god touch her, maybe more if everything Stan told me was correct! He said if Adri could, she would be fucking all his clients, so turned on by what she saw in The Gallery. He had to always be close by when she sold a painting and keep her in check. Well, once Sebastian got his hands on her and got her under his control and fucked her, she wouldn’t be thinking about any other men except for him. Stan said she was just aching and ready for that biscuit of hers to get a good knifing and buttered. Ugh, he could be so Declass-Trash sometimes.

Sebastian sighed and rolled his eyes closed, feeling nauseous, which was expected, considering. He was suffering from a bad hangover, first one in ten years and was drinking scotch to chase it away. He went to a charity event last evening and the drinks were made heavy, of course, too heavy. The drinks did their job and he wrote a ridiculous size check to them. That was the only thing that had him nervous about having Adri come on over with the painting now. But, he told himself he’d be alright and was fine, letting her come on in.

He rubbed down over his swelling crotch as he watched Adri timidly step into the foyer of his home, drawing her long brunette hair over one shoulder. His cock, if it were at all possible, swelled even tighter at the sight of her. Come on buddy, get a hold of yourself. I’m forty-four years old. I’ve done my job and raised my kids; got them out of the house, on their own and there is no shame in taking care of myself now. Who better to start with? We’ll see how she does and how this goes. He was so ready for her and wanted to go get the painting for her, but his head was still spinning and stomach felt like rot. He didn’t dare move yet. She froze and stood there with her mouth dropped open, looking up at all the grandeur surrounding her. She smiled and lightly chuckled.

Good, she likes the place. Sebastian didn’t know why this pleased him so much, but it did. He wanted her to like his home, to be impressed, to like him and be impressed with him.

Adri was very beautiful and had this sensual aura about her he liked. Yes, there was definitely something about her and that electric jolt was back in full force. The aching and burning of arousal and desire immediately shot through him the second she came into view. She was slender, lightly toned, knowing she worked out and kept herself in shape. Her curves were perfectly proportioned to her size and just how he liked them. Her long brunette hair had just recently been highlighted and colored, leaving soft, long streaks of gold that mingled with her dark hair. He loved her green eyes, naturally thick, long lashes, high cheekbones, and soft, full pink lips—never having seen Adri with excessive makeup on. She was a natural beauty and what makeup she wore was always light and natural. And again, that skin of hers was exquisite, having a natural hint of a tan color to it, so flawless and perfect.

Bring the painting here, Adriaunn.

She spun around and almost dropped the painting, suddenly freezing where she stood. At first, stunned by the sound of her name being pronounced correctly for once, all coherent thoughts vanished when suddenly, her brain froze in total shock as her eyes fell on the man who spoke her name. Oh…wow! It’s him, that guy she’d seen before here and there. She automatically smiled in her mindless shock, in disbelief and then shook her head, forcing herself to try and keep control over some part of her mind.

Sebastian half grinned at her. Yeah, baby, it’s me.

Adri just stared and felt her body instantly respond to the sight of the gorgeous man before her. She felt the pulsing pleasure surging all throughout her body, feeling the electric look between them. Every time she’d seen him her body reacted, jumped with excitement and heat, so turned on and that was just someplace she didn’t want to explore with herself. She didn’t dare. And so all the times she’d seen him she turned and went another way. Oh crap! Now I’m actually in the man’s home and on the job, unable to run. Shit! Please god, don’t let him be a freak—Ooh, turn out to be a rapist or crazy killer or—Stop it Adriaunn! You’re being ridiculous and stop talking to yourself. You’re staring like an idiot! Oh wow! He’s more gorgeous than I previously remember! Her brain was just all over the place in its state of sudden shock. Holy fuck!

Neither one seemed able to pull their eyes from the other until his eyes blatantly skimmed over her form. The man was strikingly handsome, absolutely gorgeous, just stunning. Her mouth instantly dried and her heart leapt into her throat over the shock. Her entire body instantly tightened with need just at the sight of him, her nipples tight and aching. She saw his lips slightly curl into a soft smile as if he’d understood what she just thought, but maybe she unconsciously spoke? Did she? She did. She just said ‘holy fuck,’ where he could read the words on her lips. Nice! He was clearly amused by it.

He was tall, sandy blond hair that was styled in that messy, rough cut, gorgeous blue eyes, and a perfectly chiseled, strong face that was shadowed by a day’s worth of whiskers and a soft mustache above his full lips. And his body?! It was beautiful–fuck he was gorgeous! Nice, very nice indeed. It was masculine and obviously slabbed in muscles; large, strong, and hard. He took good care of himself. She could just see that this man was built for giving pleasure! Good lord! He was dressed in black slacks, open white shirt—a tux. He was sublime. She nearly went dizzy from the amount of time spent not breathing while her air was caught in her throat, along with her tongue that she nearly swallowed.

Nice. She’s not impervious to my looks, but that’s where attraction always starts. That just makes this all the easier. Maybe. I have to wonder what was her problem all the other times that I tried going up to her?

She forced herself to breathe, clearing the shock from her brain as she tried gaining control of her pounding senses. But, it was proving difficult. Her nipples were set in little knots. Please God, don’t let him be able to see that—oh yeah, I have a coat on, but…he’ll want it off. Ugh! Showtime, she whispered under her breath, keeping her eyes focused on him.

He’s just a man. He’s just a man…he’s just a man…a gorgeous hot man that I’d love to run my fingers through my hair and have him over me, slowly making love to me. Oh yes, that would be something. She looked down to his crotch and suddenly gasped. Ohmigod, it’s hard! Holy shit, is he actually sitting there with a hard-on?! Ooh, I bet his dick is beautiful. What the hell are you doing, Adri—shut the hell up—concentrate! Think-think-think! She suddenly had a whirlwind of erotic images of them flashing through her mind. I bet anything he could give it to me! Shit, look at him, who the hell wouldn’t?! Damn, I’m going to be severely wet before this is through! Great! That’ll look nice—ugh! Maybe friends—Oh who am I kidding?! Get freaking real, Adri; he’d never in a billion years ever have the slightest interest in you! And that instantly sobered her and cleared her fuzzy head. She was able to gain control of herself. All right…Let's sell this bitch.

She stared one last moment, unaware that she just licked her lips in lust and gave a slight moan in pleasure. Putting one foot in front of the other, she straightened up, turned on her professionalism and sexualism, and lifted the painting, keeping her eyes on his. She recited the rules in her head, Stanly Switzer, her boss had told her. Rule one: The client liked eye contact and she kept hers on his. Easily enough since he was beautiful. She kept her mouth shut, never to speak unless spoken to; rule number two. Call him Sir. When you arrive and come to stand before him, drop and kneel. Don’t ask why. Just do it. That alone was going to be a challenge since she was in these ridiculous heels Stanly insisted she wore to go with the horrid outfit the client wanted her to wear. Yes he was gorgeous, but there were red flags all over this one and it was truly disappointing. She walked with one foot in front of the other—her supermodel walk—ass swaying, sexy and confident, making it up to the easel. Thank god the painting wasn’t overly heavy and she was able to easily carry it down the stairs. She didn’t miss a beat, doing as Stan told her and carefully went down on her knees and…bowed down in a submissive pose before him.

I’m Adriaunn from Switzer Gallery, here to present Peagging Lureets latest masterpiece to you. she replied, keeping her head bowed, trying her best to hide her burning blush and regain her composure as she felt her entire body being laced with hot desire kneeled down there before him. It just…felt strangely…erotic, but she wasn’t sure he saw it the same way. She must have flubbed somewhere. The man visibly stilled in shock, tensing, and then pressed his fisted hand to his lips with his eyes flashing wide; his breathing suddenly hard—displeased? Stan said this was how to present that type of painting to that type of guy and what he would expect. Just play the part Adri. Play the part and get this over with. Not be all judgmental!

Holy shit! Are you kidding me—are the fates trying to kill me?! Oh sweet mother of–To see her there, bent down in that submissive pose, giving him the ‘Sir’ treatment with her head bowed, he was now the one with his tongue nearly down his throat and unable to breathe. It was almost more than he could bare and he just about came all over himself! That would have been nice, he thought, giving a mental roll of his eyes. Could the fates be any crueler? Stanly. This could have only been done upon Stanly telling her to do it. Nice touch. I’m hanging on by a thread here as it is. I’m going to use all the resources I have to get her into my bed. She would look hot in my collar—no, wait a minute. No, not collared, that’s too serious and hardcore, but that pussy of her’s is definitely mine now and I’m going to stop at nothing to have her. Get up and go help her and stop gawking at her with your dick hanging out like a school boy! I can touch her…and smell her.

Was he mad or not? She couldn’t tell and froze as he shot up to his feet, suddenly stopped for a second and took a deep breath, as if he were dizzy or something. She dropped her eyes as he began making his way over to her. He put his hand out for her and she hesitantly took it, gripping tight as she fought to keep herself steady on those ridiculously heels.

That grin of his was stunning. Arrogant, of course. Please God, don’t let him be an egotistical prick. She reached up and took his hand, beginning to rise to her feet. She cried out when he clasped his hand around her upper arm and just lifted her up. She was suddenly standing within inches of his face, his amazing scent filled her mouth and lungs—then suddenly there was the liquor smell. She immediately put her guard up, noting how his eyes were dilated too.

Sebastian smelled something entirely different. She smelled amazing, Lilacs? She had good eye contact and was more lovely close up. She sighed and smiled so sweetly up at him that his own smile back down at her was automatic. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. Yes, definitely getting better by the second.

Adri awareness was up, but yet her mental guard was unable to completely rise and couldn’t stop staring up at him. He was so gorgeous and smelled unbelievably good, his body, soap or cologne or something. She couldn’t control her mind and thoughts to save her life. Damn he is so gorgeous and that body of his?...It’s made for fucking and it hurts that it won’t be me. Double damn. Unfair! Of course, who am I kidding. I wouldn’t do it. I know I wouldn’t. Not with my problems. Bet he’s a suit. No, better not even think about that! Fuck I love a man in a suit! Adri stop staring! But he’s staring too.

Sexual heat was instantly burning all through her. She knew she was in danger. Now this was a man she could loose herself in, forgetting everything and throw caution to the wind. Their eyes locked in a heated stare and there was absolutely no denying the attraction between them. No way! She took a short gasping breath as she felt a sudden, electric pulsing shoot straight across her breast down between her legs. Wet heat instantly began to gather and her senses drowned in the spicy, sexy scent of his body. The feel of him, his heat, and the smell of him was intoxicating. She wanted to kiss him. His eyes were not dropping from hers and the air was instantly heavy and charged, heat radiated between them. She refused to be intimidated by him or the instant attraction. He was taller than she thought and his features harder and sexier. Oh fuck, he was beautiful. His blue eyes were still filled with amusement and his words still lingered between them, his voice so deep and sexy. Her eyes dropped to his full lips, wondering if he tasted good, too. A duh, of course he did. I could just see him biting my nipple–focus, Adri! Oh god, this is going to be really hard. FOCUS! She mentally screamed and then took a deep breath, doing her best to try and put her salacious thoughts away. Thanks–ah–Thank you, sir— Adri looked down and her heel was caught on the tassels of the rug. Oh god, she didn’t want to snag the rug, know it had to have cost a fortune. I’m…I’m stuck…my heel.

She stepped back as he looked down, coming around her back and kneeling down to her foot. She put all her concentration on teetering on one foot as he wrapped his hands around her ankle and worked on dislodging the heel from the precious weave of the expensive rug. She felt it come loose and then suddenly gasped as he rose behind her, his hand stayed on her leg, slipping clear up between her thighs, almost reaching the apex of them. He reached for the painting and picked it up before she could jump out of the way. Stepping around her, he swung it around and placed it on the large, gold easel.

Her thighs burned where his fingers had slid upward on them. Adri was smiling in her mind. Oh yeah, that had been nice. Hell, she was full on screaming and giggling, laughing in pent up excitement. To think she actually ran from this man when he approached her. She refused to believe this was on purpose. It was purely coincidental. It had to be!

Rushing forward, she reached up, unpinned the cloth, and carefully drew down the covering from over the canvas. She stood back with him and looked the piece over. She froze with her eyes wide upon the painting, shooting them down to the floor as she spun away–oh shit, eye contact. She dropped the sheet and the shock penetrated her over what she was to show, instantly repulsed. He however was not. She turned back, lifting her eyes back up on him. She kept her eyes on his, backing up to stand next to the work of art, such as it was, as he continued to examine the piece.

Sebastian normally hated Peagging Lureets paintings, too crude for his tastes, but for this occasion, Lureets may not be so bad.

One would think selling erotic art would eventually desensitize her, but occasionally, there were those pieces that surfaced and horrified her. She always thought Stan had showed her his nastier collections just to mess with her, knowing she hated them and was embarrassed by them.

Well, this particular painting was one of those pieces that left her cheeks flaming hot with embarrassment. All arousal and attraction instantly began to diminish, seeing he was actually turned on by the painting and liked what he saw. It was disappointing to know he was one of those type of men; the nasty kind with a sick mind. All she was told about this man was that she was to be extremely cautious. He was ruthlessly controlling, very sexually aggressive, powerful in every way, and she shouldn’t ever be shocked by anything he said or his crudeness. So, she shouldn’t be surprised by this painting. Surely he couldn’t be into it? Well, whatever, I’m here to sell him that thing and sell it I would! I’m a gosh-darn professional and I’m going to sell this…monstrosity if it kills me! Oh man, I’m going to kill Stan for sending me here to do this showcase.

Sebastian’s thoughts however were veering just the opposite. Booyah, Stan, my man. You get brownie points for this one, buddy. Perfect fucking painting. Nothing like a little hardcore BDSM to set the mood and conversation and get us there faster. Though she doesn’t exactly look real into it. Grossed out more like it, which totally doesn’t fit what Stan told me about her. She should be loving it, smiling and coming all over herself from it!

Still, she was in shock; the man was actually hard and wasn’t doing a thing to disguise that fact! She could clearly see a beautiful cock-line on his pants, but kept her eyes up on his face, dreamily, though not as dreamily as it had been when she first entered. Damn!

Tell me, how does one show erotic art when they find it so distasteful?

"I collect the payment in the store, sir, where the exhibits are far…milder. This is my first showing, but I don’t find all of it distasteful. Some of it is actually quite beautiful."

He shifted his blue eyes over at her.

Sir, she added and relaxed when he gave a light moan. Putting his eyes back on the painting, he backed up, waving her to him. She stepped toward him, her heels clacking on the tile floor and she lightly gasped when he gently grasped her arm and pulled her the rest of the way to him.

He turned her around and made her face it, instantly draw back in under the spell that seemed to grow over her. She was trying to stay disappointed and disgusted in him, but it was proving to be difficult. She quietly moaned from the heat coming off his hands, feeling how strong they were, rolling her eyes as the beautiful, masculine scent lingered around them, filling her senses…and tasting it on her tongue when she breathed. Even liquored up, he was yummy to smell and she loved how it played over her tongue, which was now tingling to taste his soft, perfect skin.

She loved his touch; large hands that were so warm and…soft. She then gasped again as she felt the rest of his body fit up against hers. She held her breath again as his body heat burned into the back of hers, when he pulled her back against him and…his erection. Adri’s mind was just spinning. No Adri, don’t rub your ass back! Don’t rub back—ooh god, I want to rub on it. Please let me at some point get to rub on it. Ha-ha-ha! If only he knew what was going through my head and how badly I wanted him.

Sebastian’s thoughts were equally erratic and crazed. Oh yeah, feel that, honey? That’s all for you. Feel how perfect we fit. Her ass is sensational. Man, how glorious it will be to fuck it one day and fill all her sweet spot up with my cock. It’s going to be so amazing..

She put her eyes on the painting and looked at it with him. It was hard at first; her natural instinct was to look away. She gasped as he gripped her jaw and jerked her head back up, forcing her to look at it. She felt him press her body back against his when she tried to move, felt his erection, and felt the heat of his mouth by her ear.

"It’s called…The Ruin."

The painting certainly match the name. There wasn’t a single horrid sexual act that humans were known to commit that wasn’t in the picture. There were bodies all over an ancient roman-style city that had fallen after a battle. Sweaty, huge, muscular soldiers taking the women and the men–backward and forward, two and three men at once, BDSM, and every other form of depraved sex. She didn’t get some of the expressions, the women in ecstasy, smiling and feeding fruit as they were being–

"Tell me, what part bothers you the most? And honestly?"

Adri shivered at the smell of his spiced, fresh breath and the heat of it against her ear and neck. "The rape, obviously. How could you ask? The artist is apparently into that sicko crazy activity. Why anyone would want to paint such a thing is beyond me." She answered, keeping tense as he chuckled in her ear.

Loosening the hold on her jaw, he gently ran his thumb over her lips, sending painful sparks flashing across her breasts and shooting hotly down to her sex. That man had completely shut her brain down. He was so gorgeous, his body sublime; hard and aroused, but it hadn’t been from the painting, because he was hard when she stepped foot into his home. She just stood there frozen as she let the smell of his skin fill her senses. It was just like in the car, only ten times stronger.

He couldn’t help his soft chuckle when she’d called it a sicko-crazy activity, which wasn’t good, since she was there to sell him the painting. For all she knew, he had specifically inquired about it, though he didn’t, Stan choosing it and sending it with her, but still. He liked the sicko-crazy sort of shit in BDSM; thus, Adriaunn, having just insulted him, but she didn’t know better and so he let it pass. However, rape?! That was what she was seeing in this? Warning bells were definitely going off now. "They’re not raping her or any of them. You are virgin, aren’t you? At least you may as well be," he replied, referring to her new life in selling erotic art, her experience in it–and…her sexual experience. Which was virtually nil from what he’d been able to gather so far, thus why he wanted to check her out and then meet her once he began to learn more about her. "That pain across her face is ecstasy, across all of their faces. It’s agonizing pleasure, glorious and divine. It’s mind-shattering bliss to have all those men tending to her sexual desires, each thrusting into her and each touching her hot spots…all-at-once. She’s having