Cassian
My eyes trailed over Elvie as she slowly stripped out of her clothes in the quiet dimness of my study.
I sat behind my canvas, a paintbrush held loosely between my fingers, watching every move she made. Everyday with her felt like a new discovery. Who would have thought that the quiet, reserved girl sitting in the front row of my classroom would be standing here, offering to be painted naked like this?
She thought this was just a playful distraction to make me feel better. She had no idea how much self-control it took for me not to drop the brush, bend her over, and fuck her raw her right here on the wooden table.
My jaw tightened, and a familiar heat flared low in my gut when she unclasped her bra, letting it fall onto the rug. All the while, her eyes stayed locked onto mine, daring me, testing me.
She was going to be the absolute death of me. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing my limits just to see how far she could drive me crazy. Her fingers moved to the waistband of her panties, sliding them down until she stood completely bare before me.
She was breathless, beautiful, and entirely mine.
"How should I pose?" Elvie asked softly, her voice carrying a quiet confidence that set my pulse racing.
I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the intense arousal in between my legs. "Sit on the edge of the chaise. Spread your legs... and rest your hands behind you."
A small, knowing smirk touched her lips. She did exactly as I commanded, leaning back and resting her weight on her palms. The subtle arch of her back made her nipples stand out under the warm studio lights.
"Perfect," I murmured, dipping the tip of my brush into the paint. "Don’t move a muscle, little birdie."
Painting people had never interested me. I had zero desire to sit for hours rendering human figures, let alone a naked woman. But with Elvie, every rule I had ever made for myself seemed to disappear. For her, I would do anything.
I dipped the tip of my brush into the paint, lifting my gaze to study the soft curves of her body. I began making light strokes on the canvas, capturing the outline of her figure.
Just as I was getting into a steady rhythm, Elvie shifted. My brush stopped mid-air. I watched as her fingers slowly trailed down her stomach, sliding over her thigh and moving dangerously close to her pussy.
A sudden surge of heat hit me, making my jaw lock as my whole body went rigid. What the hell was she doing now?
"No moving, little birdie," I warned, my voice thick with rising restraint.
Instead of stopping, she gave me a slow, playful smirk. Her fingers moved further across the opening of her pussy, deliberately pushing my limits right in front of me.
"Fuck, Elvie," I growled, my grip tightening on the wooden handle. "Stay still if you don’t want me to punish you."
She looked straight into my eyes, her smile widening. "I want you to punish me."
Oh really? What on earth had gotten into her tonight? Was this reckless behavior connected to how distracted she had been earlier? She had been hiding something on her mind, and before I could get an answer out of her, that damn phone call had cut us off. Now, she was deliberately driving me to the edge.
My eyes darkened as I stared her down. "I will punish you if you keep testing me like this."
Elvie let out a soft chuckle, finally lifting her hands away from her skin. "Okay, okay. I’ll behave."
She leaned back, settling herself back into her original pose with a innocent expression that didn’t fool me for a second.
I swallowed, taking a slow breath to force down the heavy throb of my cock. I forced my attention back to the canvas, dragging the brush across the texture of the cloth.
Twenty agonizing minutes passed. A halfway decent portrait was taking shape. But watching her sit there, completely open and watching me with those inviting eyes, was making my self-control snap. The ache in my lower belly was becoming unbearable.
"Fuck it," I muttered under my breath. I dropped the paintbrush onto the side table, set the palette aside, and stood up from my stool.
Elvie’s eyes flicked up to mine, as she watched me close the distance. She thought she was being clever, pushing me right to the edge.
I stepped between her spread legs, caging her in by placing my hands on either side of her hips against the leather of the chaise. I towered over her, looking down at her flushed, breathless face.
"You like playing with fire, don’t you?" I murmured, my voice deep and rough.
She bit her lower lip, looking up at me through her lashes, still trying to hold onto that bold front. "You said you wanted to punish me."
"I did," I replied, my gaze narrowing as I studied her closely. "And I will. But before I touch you the way you want, you are going to tell me what’s bothering you."
Her breath hitched, and her eyes darted away for a split second before snapping back to mine. "I’m... Nothing is bothering me."
A low scoff left my throat. I reached up, my hand gently wrapping around the warm skin of her throat. I didn’t squeeze, but the gesture was enough to pin her in place, forcing her to look straight into my eyes.
"Don’t lie to me, Elvie," I warned, my thumb stroking the side of her neck as I felt her pulse hammering wildly beneath my skin. "You’ve been distracted earlier. You’re hiding something from me, and you’re going to tell me right now, or the only thing you’ll be feeling tonight is my discipline. Do you understand me?"
Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath me. I could see the battle raging behind her eyes. "Cassian..." she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s nothing. Really. It’s nothing you need to worry about."
My jaw ticked. Nothing? Her pulse was racing a million miles an hour under my fingers, and she looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. That wasn’t nothing.
"Wrong answer," I murmured, my thumb applying just a fraction more pressure against her throat, anchoring her completely. "Try again. Who got to you today?"
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t expected me to guess that someone had reached her. The quick flicker of surprise on her face confirmed everything I already suspected.
"I... It’s...," she trailed off biting her bottom lip with I leaned my weight over her spread legs.
"Who? Tell me his name, Elvie."
"Asher," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.
My jaw clenched hard, the muscle ticking under my skin. That little parasite. He clearly hadn’t gotten enough of a warning, still daring to go after what belonged to me.
I gripped her arm and turned her back around, pulling her flat against the leather of the chaise. I stepped directly behind her round bottom.
I began undoing my belt. "What did he want?" I growled, my voice rough against the back of her neck.
Elvie gripped the sides tightly, her fingers digging into the material, "Nothing... he only tried asserting his control."
I scoffed. Thought as much. I unbuckled my belt, tossing it aside onto the floor, and pulled my pants down halfway until my cock sprang free, burning hot against her skin. I reached out, my hands clamping around her hips to hold her completely still.
I leaned over close to her ear and whispered, "And what did you tell him?"
"I... I told him to stay away from me."
A smile spread across my face. I brought my hand down, landing a firm slap right over her ass that echoed softly through the quiet study.
"That’s my girl," I growled into her skin.
I lined my cock up at her entrance and thrust inside her in one swift, heavy push.
"Ahh!" Her entire body jerked forward at the sudden impact, and a breathy gasp tore right out of her throat.
I wrapped my hands tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest as I established a relentless, punishing rhythm. Slamming in and out of her ass. Every thrust was a reminder of who she belonged to, washing away any lingering trace of Asher’s presence from her mind. Of whatever shit he fed her with.
"Fuck! Oh my god!....Yes please!" She cried out arching her back.
"Please faster!" Soft, breathless whimpers spilled from her lips, filling the quiet space of the study and driving me wilder with every second.
"You’re mine, Elvie," I whispered. "No one else gets to touch you. And you don’t let anyone make you feel small or look down on you—not Asher, not anyone. Do you understand me?"
"Yes... Cassian, yes!" she gasped out, her head falling back against my shoulder as she matched my pace, her body completely surrendering to the rhythm we built together. I held her tightly driving us both over the edge.
"Oh Cassian...I am going to cum!" She screamed out and I plunged in deeper and faster. A loud cry tore from her throat as a wave of intense pleasure hit her, and a second later, I followed right behind her, releasing everything into her.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our chest rising and falling in sync as the heavy silence settled back into the room.
I pulled back slowly, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the nape of her neck. She looked completely spent, resting against the leather with a soft blush covering her skin.
I smirked, running my hand down her back before stepping away to fix my pants.
"Come on, little birdie," I murmured, my voice smooth and calm as I picked up the fallen paintbrush from the table. "Let’s go finish up the painting."