For your eyes only..

[Make_My_Day]

OOC: Hi there, a little one-on-one between Ariosto and myself. Please enjoy reading!

IC:
I held the paper in both hands, scanned the numbers that were beautifully drafted on the buildings. I was shivering, not only from the cold. Moreover because of the nerves.

The last month my life was in turmoil. Just a few weeks ago I was a carefree girl. Running around in the gardens. Combing the beautiful brown curls of my elder sister for hours. Horse riding alongside my father through the woods as he was checking the traps. I could sit for hours in front of the fireplace, admiring my mothers needlework. Life was easy, without worries.

All of that came to a sudden end when my father called me into the library after dinner one day. My mother was already there. As I entered she looked at me with an utterly concerned expression in her eyes.
With that, and the fact that my mother was in the library; a place unofficially for men only, I knew something was terribly wrong.

I was the youngest of three. I had one brother who had moved to London, pursuing a career in politics and an elder sister who, in a tragic manner had become a 21 year old widow.

Apparently, during the recent dinner my parents had organised in celebration of my eighteenth birth, I had caught the attention of the Duke of Windsor. He had asked for my hand in marriage and my father had approved.

And this is what my father called me in for. My father continued explaining all the benefits of this marriage. I could not even remember the mans face. Judging from my mothers expression it couldn’t be good though. The only thing I remembered afterwards from my fathers speech was that the Duke was about twenty years older than I was.
I never argued with my father. I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. But once in my room I cried.. I cried all night long.
I had secretly hoped to fall in love.. marry the man of my dreams.. and know that dream had come to an end. I would be the means by which two families would be connected in a mutually beneficial manner.

Before the wedding, next month, it was customary for the husband to be, to give a portrait to the parents of the bride. After all… the husband to be would take their daughter from them. The least he could do was to provide them with a painting.
He was famous for his portraits. All aristocrats who were, or wanted to be something or someone had their portraits done by him.
Because of his fame he was in the position to make certain demands. One of these was that he would only paint in his own studio. Models would come to him instead of him coming to them.

So there I was. My hair, all carefully modelled by my mother, was all messed up because of the wind. I thoroughly enjoyed this rough weather, so much so that I had insisted on walking the last few streets. I had ordered the carriage to stop and send it back home.
Besides, I needed to be alone, even if it was just for a little while.
He would come and pick me up in exactly four hours.

I finally found the right building. I wiped the strings of blond hair out of my face and softly knocked on the door.

 

[ariosto]

The Duke is twenty three years older than you my dear Diana.
But he looks to be more like forty.

The artist talked as he sketched, moving around her from side to side, pausing here and there to appraise her with his deep dark eyes. She wasn't use to it and his words were doing nothing to lighten her spirits.
Of course she had asked...

Thunder boomed outside, rattling the windows and made her jump.
He laughed and stood up from where he'd been kneeling at her feet studying the line of her jaw.

Terrible weather isn't it? If I'd had any idea that it would be such a blow, I'd never have asked you to sit today.

She wished that he hadn't.
He was tall and good looking. A bit rugged looking in fact, with long dark hair, broad shoulders, a swarthy complexion and the flat accent of a Yank. He looked rather more like a pirate than a painter...

Let's take a short recess...Time for an afternoon libation, don't you think?...Wine?...a juice?

At first she thought to decline but her throat was terribly dry. She'd no idea that sitting still could be so exhausting.
Juice indded!
Wine thank you.

Very good...
He smiled and left the room.
Diana got up and proceeded to browse.
There were paintings and drawings everywhere. Mostly portraits
including a stunning unfinished one of the Duchess of Albemarle in an scandalous gown that showed off her famous bosom
to good effect. Diana laughed, it was just like the ourageous Duchess, an old friend of the family, to pose in such attire.

You like it?
The painter had returned carrying two glasses of white wine and the bottle. He set them down on a table and nodded at another canvas set facing the wall.
[[]Take a look I'm sure Maggie wouldn't mind.[/i]

Maggie!...Good Lord, she thought just how intimate was this man with the Duchess.
She turned the canvas and found out.
The pose was identical to the first but in this one...
in this one she was quite unabashedly....naked.

Diana's fair cheeks colored instantly and she looked from the painting to the artist in shock.

I'm sorry, have I offended you my dear?

She looked back at the painting. Margaret's body was magnificent.
Oh my!

Diana?...

In her mind an idea was beginning to blossom and she smiled as wickedly as it was possible for a blonde haired pixie of eighteen to do.

 

[Make_My_Day]

He made me nervous. In a strange way though. I wasn’t scared of him, despite his rugged appearance, but still my heart started to beat faster every time he got close.
The way he stared at me. With the purpose to sketch me but still.. it was as if he could see right through me.
I felt naked. Subjected to his dark eyes.
He was a dangerous man, but not in a way I could comprehend.

When he proposed the recess I was grateful.. Grateful to be able and walk around. When you have to sit still it’s like you cannot escape, I walked around, confirming I could still walk out of here if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to.
Apart from the fact that he made nervous, I realised it actually felt very good to be in his presence.

My eye immediately fell on the painting of the Duchess of Albemarle. He had caught her.. hmm.. character very nicely.
His voice as he came back in startled me. He was right behind me and I hadn’t hear him come in.

I turned the other canvas around as he suggested.. oh my god.. she’s naked! the thought of him and the duchess.. or Maggie as he called her.. being in this room together, her naked.. I felt a very unpleasant feeling come over me. I found it hard to admit it to myself but I was actually jealous. This sensation occupied me so, that I did not hear him speak.. Diana?

I turned around and smiled.
Very.. ehm..
I tried to think of something to say as I sat down

He smiled at me
Realistic? Good? Artistic?

It’s very beautiful I replied. I didn’t want him to notice the little touch of jealousy that had come over me. have you done more nudes?
I tried to make a conversation but in fact my mind was drifting. I had taken the duchess’s place. I was standing here in front of him…

Taking the glass of wine as he handed it to me I figured I could use a couple of those, before I would have the nerve to pose nude.

Oh hell.. what was I thinking.. It would be out of the question of course!

I stared at his hands as he told me the stories of his aristocrat models and how some can have big ego’s. In between the laughter I could not help but wonder how those strong hands would caress my pale skin or hold me tightly..

shall we continue?

I looked up ah yes.. yes of course

And there I sat again.. but different this time. Not as tense. My eyes followed his. I shivered as he stroke a string of hair out of my face. In my mind I begged him to come closer.. I stared at him as if to say “I don’t know what it is I want, but please do it!”

 

[ariosto]

Can you loosen your bodice a bit Diana?

She looked up startled, unaware that he'd taken up his pencil again.

My...
Her hands went to the frill of lace that swept low just over the sweetly rounded curves of her breasts.

Bodice dear, you have a magnificent breasts and I think we should at least show a shadowed hint of their promise, don't you?

*She wondered how he could know if her breasts were magnificent or not!
They certainly lacked the jutting presence of Lady Margaret's...*

She adjusted her dress, pulling the neckline down until the swell of both breasts and the valley between them was a bit more than hinted at.
How's this?

He smiled and stood up to get a better vantage point and began sketching again.

She took another sip of wine.
You know I must be getting a bit tipsy. On any other occasion I would feel most uncomfortable with a man staring at my br.....bosoms.

Ahah! The potion is working then...a few drops it said and she will be delerious and subject to your most lustfull intentions.

Really?..My goodness, Sir I must protest then, while I am still in control of my senses!
She broke into a broad smile and the painter felt his heart do a small flip...what an utterly beautiful young woman.

You know Diana that I will at some point ask you to pose for me in quite another way.

She considered again his rugged good looks and easy way with women and wondered....when?

 

[Make_My_Day]

I felt as if I was floating. Doing before I would think. I looked down to my own chest did I actually do that.. I thought, seeing the smooth, pale skin of my décolleté exposed invitingly.

I heard his voice, I heard my own. I apparently answered his questions although it took long for me to realize what the question was, let alone that I realized what I was saying.
What I could feel, however was that the skin over my entire body was screaming to be touched.

Drowsy I am.

I pulled the lace a bit further, the bodice only barely covering my nipples now. Or at least that’s what I presumed..
My fingertips caressed the exposed décolleté.. the mounts of my breasts. Vaguely aware that I was breathing through my mouth.

Wait a minute! What did he just say about.. hmmm.. this feels so good.. drops?.. lustful?.. hmm.. God.. I’m in heat

With some difficulty I opened my eyes, tried to focus. He stood before me, a wicked little smile around his lips, the pad in his hand, in the other his pencil, but it wasn’t moving.
what was he waiting for?

You know Diana that I will at some point ask you to pose for me in quite another way.

I just sighed.. somewhere in there, there was suppose to be a laugh.. hmmm.. my nipples are so sensitive I thought as my fingertips brushed passed them..

 

[ariosto]

He watched her hands straying up to her bosom.
Delicate hands...he thought of a dove's wings...touching, caressing, exposing more of the sweet young flesh.
He looked at the wine, wondering. Did she really think that he had drugged her!

"My dear..."
he started to protest but stopped as she teased one delicate pink nipple from her dress and sighed.
Good Lord! He was only human after all and he felt his breeches tightening as he watched enraptured, her fingertips playing over both coraled tips, for she had now freed the second one as well.
He put away all thought of drawing for the moment and finished his wine in one quick swallow.

She heard his footsteps approaching and focused her eyes first on his handsome face and then on the prodigeous bulge within his trousers.

"Do you like to watch me sir?"
She breathed.

He knelt right beside her, so close she could feel his warm breath on the flushed hot skin of her breasts.
"Yes...I do, pray continue."

Her fingertips, the nails like small half moons, were pinching and pulling her nipples, working them into stiff pebbled points.
He licked his lips.

"Do I arouse you sir? Would you like to taste them?"

The painter groaned as she turned towards him in the chair, both pert breasts fully exposed , held high by the band of material pulled tightly under them.

"Suck them Sir James. Take them in your mouth and suckle me like a lamb."
Her eyes glittered with mischief.

He did as he was told.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Diana

She closed her eyes. A little shock sizzled through her body as his warm lips enclosed the hardened nipple. She sighed.
oh yes.. James she whispered as her fingers intertwined with his thick long hair, pulling him closer. Her hands seemed even more delicate holding his head in between them as she offered him her other nipple.

Hungrily he obliged. Repositioning her leg she enclosed him in between her thighs with passionate force.
Lifted his head to taste his lips on her own.

A switch had been turned. No matter what had caused it, all her life she had done what she had been told. Been the perfect daughter to a respected noble in the region. Never, as the youngest of three, had she represented any worries for her parents. For the first time in her life she was about to listen to her heart.

She looked in his dark eyes, still holding his head in between her soft hands and whispered make love to me..

 

[ariosto]

Their lips parted and on his tongue he could still taste the sweetness of her mouth.
make love to me, she'd said and he planned to do just that.

"Stand up Diana. I want to strip you. Remove all your clothes and look at you totally naked. Then I'll kiss your skin until it burns and taste your hidden places. Then dear princess, dear pampered pretty treasure, then I will fuck you and make you beg for more."
His eyes seemed different now, they glittered and a fever burned within them. She saw the enormous bulge that was sretching his breeches tight. His words were like an aphrodisiac...She wanted to touch him suddenly, grip his cock in her hand...put it in her...

He turned her around and his fingers began snapping open the buttons down her back. Then he was pulling the gown and her chamise down over her shoulders, over her breasts.
His breath was hot in her ears his words burned...
"I'm going to fuck you everyway you can imagine little Goddess....Feel me!"

He turned her again and took her hand. He pressed it agaisnt the hot hard shaft of his erection.
Her fingers closed around it's thickness. She felt the blood coursing through it.
She squeezed...
"OH GOD yes..."

Then he slipped out of her hand and kneeling before her on the floor, pulled her dress and undergarments down in one sweep leaving her clad only in silk stockings tied at her thighs with pretty pink ribbons.
He began to tear at the bows with his teeth.
He had become a wolf, and she the lamb that would feed him.

 

[Make_My_Day]

oh god.. yes... I moaned.
The world around me was spinning. What a rush. What was this sensation..

As he stripped me, layer by layer, the cold air enforced the sensation of his touch. His warm breath even.
The erection, throbbing in my hand. Was this the undefined desire I had felt within me for so long? It had to be. This tension, this feeling.. it was so liberating, so intoxicating.

As his teeth began pulling the ribbons I shivered. His warm breath so near to the centre of my desire.
He gently pushed me back in the chair as soon as the ribbons had dropped their feeble resistance.

His warm hands tracing the inside of my thighs, up to the heated spot between my legs. He placed his hand against this secret place. I could feel my own heat reflect against his palm.

Our eyes met and in a whispering voice I started a sentence I’m.. I’m a.. I’m not very.. but he would let me finish. Silently hushed me as his head made way to my pinkish lips.

The moment I the warmth of his lips against mine I sighed. Closed my eyes and felt the feeling of complete surrender rush through me. I was paralysed with pleasure.

oh yes.. was all I could moan yes.. please..

 

[ariosto]

Sir James gently slid her forward on the divan and spread her smooth white knees apart.
He took a moment to appreciate the soft beauty of her sex so lightly covered with blonde silk down.
His lips traced lines along the tender skin of her thighs, first one leg and then the other. She felt his breath, hot against her intimate places and shuddered in anticipation. He pressed his fingers against hers mons and spread the soft folds away to reveal the pinkness of her lips, like petals opening...
His thumbs were rolling the small nub of her clit, teasing it from it's hiding place. She watched wide eyed as his tongue slipped out and touched the small glistening pearl.
She gasped!

She felt his fingers sliding up and down between her inner lips and then one finger slipped inside and moved up until it was nudging her pearl from underneath while his mouth and tongue teased it from above.
Diana moaned and pushed forward on the chair, anxious now to give him free play with her cunnie, to feel his warm tongue deep inside her.