The Sculptor

Chapter 39

I rolled over in the silence of his room, the sun reflexing off the wooden floor onto my face. For a split second, I forgot where I was until my eyes drifted around until they finally landed on his naked body, with the sheet covering his lower half. I just laid there smiling; it was like everything was finally right in my world. I stretched my body ached but a pleasant aching, I looked at my wrist where the handcuffs rested, there were rosy bruises around them. He handcuffed my arms behind my back and left a deep impression. I was so tired after I didn't expect there was going to be more; he really had some stamina. After that he oiled and massaged my body, I started to drift off to sleep when he brought me my final orgasm. This sexual experience was different for me, I've experienced instances where men can bring physical pleasure but the emotional pleasure, I got from this was special. Not only was my body satisfied but my mind; he didn't miss any moment to tell me how much I meant to him. I looked lazily through the window enjoying the ambiance of where we lived, yes I said we, birds chirping a gentle breeze, Tea and Lucy playing in the front yard. I closed my eyes tightly taking a deep breath of the salt on the fresh morning breeze when I felt his bulging arms wrap around my still oiled waist,"Good morning" he whispered before kissing my neck, I just sighed as I rest against his naked body, "Good morning Mr.McClain" I breathed out eyes still closed just savoring his touch, 

"You know you called me that last night?" frowned turning around, 

"You're such a liar, no I did not"

"Are you sure? Pretty sure you said 'Oh yes Mr.McClain'" he did his best impression of my voice causing me to giggle, 

"No way in hell I said that" I snaked my arms around his neck before giving him a quick peck, 

"Maybe not but maybe after I order us some breakfast I could try to make you" he winked before kissing me with a smile on his lips. I tipped toed getting deeper into the kiss before he lifted me to his body. he walked me over to the other side of the room grabbing his phone. "Hey I'd like to make an order" he broke our kiss for a moment before his lips were back on mine,"What could I get for you" the spritely lady replied,

 "Eggs, bacon, pancakes, fruit" he paused "just bring everything"

 "Ok and this is Mr.McClain?"

 "Mhmmm" he moaned against my lips before hanging up and tossing his phone. We fell into the bed together with him between my legs I cupped his face, rubbing my finger across his jawline, "You know you're something else?"

"But I take it you like it," he said kissing me all over my face. I giggled trying to push him off but it was no use, he just put all of his weight on me.

His big blues met mine, I could see myself in his eyes as he stared at me lovingly, it felt great being in a position I didn't have to worry about if the person I was with had deep feelings for me.i looked away after a while I was unable to keep the eye contact, I turned away with a broad smile on he placed his index o my chin turning my head back to face him, "Don't look away" he said before a devilish grin crept across his face, "how about we play a game" his grin was menacing, a game with Nicholas? I was a bit concerned but I was all for it.

I just knew there was something about this man I loved, his game was "Let's see who cums first before breakfast" we sixty-nined trying to see who could make the other orgasm first. we were both so close I could taste victory as I continued to suck on him, he tightened his grip around my waist trying to push himself to victory. it was going to be a close one but I knew I was about to win. thick cords of his semen spewed into my mouth while I orgasmed, breakfast had arrived. A tie; I could live with that. We put on our robes before we headed downstairs his arm around my waist. I grabbed a couple of placed them on the kitchen island before I hopped up on it. I could hear him talking to the delivery boy before he strutted into the kitchen with 2 bags in his hand, he raised them triumphantly, 

"Breakfast is served," he said in an English accent. 

He laid out the food as I laid on the isle, just talking and enjoying the meal together. I told him I wanted to redecorate and maybe we would keep an art show like his parents. 

"Tell me about the events your parents would keep," I said, then I noticed the pensive look on his face, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to overstep" 

"What? No, it's fine, I just haven't thought about those days in a while" he forced a smile before he sighed, "My parents would hold art shows, they really loved art and all things art related, my father would go on art vacations, we'd spend days just buying paintings and sculptures. They basically pushed me to art but it wasn't forced I really do love art" I listened attentively he beamed, "I prefer sculptures ever though they take a little longer than paintings"

"So why don't you get back to sculpting?"

"I haven't really been inspired but I think I found my muse" he tapped my nose playfully as I fed him some eggs, "whenever I paint you it just comes so naturally. If I do start back sculpting you have to pose for me"

"Would be my pleasure" I grinned as I laid on my stomach with my legs crossed behind me,  

"I would definitely see if I could get that project sold, and maybe continue the one with Gabriella" he nodded happily but I froze at that moment, 

"You're still going to continue that?" 

"Well, of course, we made a good team even though I wasn't inspired but now I am I should be able to paint her perfectly" he cocked a brow at my expression, "What's wrong?"

I just laid there confused he was still planning to continue that project with her, I got a quick reality shock; last night meant nothing to him, 

"So you plan to continue painting your other clients?" I asked, 

"Well... yea why wouldn't I? That's my job" he replied with a pinched forehead, I hopped off the counter still processing, 

"Soooo, what? I'm just the maid you fuck when you're lacking inspiration?"

"Wait no, that's not what I meant"

"Sure sounded like it"

"Ny I didn't mean it like that" I held up a finger to him, 

"Don't call me that" I grabbed my plate and headed towards the door,
"Where are you going?"

"OUT!" was all I said. I needed a moment to think, I walked into the yard of the house. There were a few benches under some trees, I sat while I finished my breakfast. I just didn't know what I was thinking, have sex with him and then he's mine? I wasn't even first in line, I was stressed and angry with myself. Every time I gave him a chance he literally always blew it. I was mostly disappointed in myself for thinking everything would be perfect when there was nothing perfect about us. For a moment the thought of sharing him didn't seem to bad, but who was I kidding. I've been selfish since I was a child, there was no way I'd come to this point in my life and decide I 'll share a man. I sucked my teeth giving Tea a strip of bacon since he has been begging for about 5 minutes. I looked across the yard and saw him coming towards me my body got tense instantly. 

"Hey could I talk to you a sec?" he asked cautiously, 

"How may I help you Mr.McClain? I'll get back to work shortly"

"Nylah come on you don't have to work, you live here"

"Mr.McClain I would prefer if you address me in a professional manner" I replied tight-lipped, he dragged his hands along the length of his face before sitting, "I don't know what I said that was wrong but I'm sorry"

"That's exactly the problem you can't apologize without knowing what you're apologizing for that apology has no weight. How do you not know what the problem is? Nicholas, what am I to you? Another project? The maid? Someone to fuck when you lack inspiration? I just need to know because if that's what it is I'm definitely gone" I huffed, our eyes met and the tension between us was violent but I didn't care. I needed to know exactly what he thought of me.