Chapter 9 A Piece of Art
Robbie
Iwiped my sweaty palms on my brown slacks. “God, I’m so nervous.”
Two weeks had passed since our meeting with Quique, and here I was, standing at my own exhibition.
Stephany giggled. “Robbie, we’re all friends here. You’ll do great.” She looked toward the front of the gallery. “She’s so beautiful.” Her eyes glowed while she gazed at her wife, who talked to Esteban by the door.
Eva’s strong frame was elegantly molded into a black spaghetti-strap dress that reached the floor. It accentuated her curves and clung to her like a second skin. Her lengthy legs were visible through a side slit that reached her upper thigh. Stephany was enthralled, which was no surprise.
Esteban took that moment to sip from his wine glass.
As if knowing he was being watched, he turned toward me, lifting his chin and his hand in a silent salute.
I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I wanted to take off his light-blue blazer and bask in how his muscles perfectly fit beneath that white linen shirt.
Then ever so slowly, I’d uncover his body like the gift it was.
“How did I get so lucky?” I whispered.
She shrugged, studying Eva with a gleam only one in love had. “I ask myself that question every day.” She bumped my shoulder with hers. “C’mon.”
She went to the front. Her crisp white pantsuit was flawless against her ebony skin. Her double-breasted blazer had a low neckline that accentuated her ample breasts. She radiated elegance as her black high heels clicked against the marble floors.
I followed behind, checking my watch. “Half an hour.”
Esteban put his wine down, then snaked his hand inside my suede blazer, caressing my back in a soothing motion and with enough strength to make me see how happy he was with my look.
His fingers threaded against the knots in my back, and I moaned in silence as he took away some of that pent-up stress.
Before taking his hand back, he clasped my asscheek and pressed his lips to my ear. “You look so handsome, baby. Can’t wait to take you in that suit.”
I jerked my head his way, my eyes wide.
He chuckled. “That look—wear it tonight.”
I imagined myself tied to our bed in nothing but my suit, then shook my head and breathed slowly to control my growing erection. He always did this to soothe my nerves.
I elbowed him. “Esteban, don’t start.”
He covered my neck with his palm and brushed his thumb languidly over my pulse. Then he squeezed just enough that I felt his controlling hold.
“You will be magnificent tonight.” He came closer. “Here and in our bed…” His sultry tone told me exactly how tonight would go. His hungry gaze and raised eyebrow said everything his words didn’t.
He’d possess me tonight, and I would gladly oblige.
As if nothing had happened, he let go and passed me a wine glass, then took one for himself. He raised it. “To Robbie’s new life and his art, which, even if he doesn’t realize it, will revolutionize the world.”
I smiled. I couldn’t have asked for better friends. Their support and love were everything to me. We clinked our glasses together.
The red wine soothed my soul. Its rich, fruity taste mixed with the velvety way it slid down my throat eased my nerves a little. To be exposed like this and to let go of the most vulnerable stages of my life with strangers rocked me to the core.
I looked at Steph, Eva, and Esteban and let out a soft exhale. Everything will be all right.
The exhibition went off without a hitch.
I was approached multiple times by art enthusiasts and buyers, who wanted to know directly from the artist what each piece was about.
I roamed the room, and in a short time, it became natural.
The give-and-take in conversations. The shared drinks and laughs.
The congratulatory comments and the awe in many as they studied my central piece were unreal.
Esteban gave me my space, only approaching when I was alone. Even from a distance, his presence was like an anchor, and the night passed in a blur of laughs and smiles.
“Cheers!” Miguel raised his beer, everyone following suit. “To an amazing first exhibition and to many more to come.”
We sat in the back room, celebrating an incredible night. Esteban and I shared a huge beanbag. The others reclined on theirs, forming a circle. The gallery was empty except for the four of us, Quique, Miguel, and Raúl, who arrived late.
I sold five pieces, which was not much, but it was a great number for my first night and more so for an unknown artist. Three small ones sold for five hundred each.
A lump formed in my throat when the other two paintings came to mind. The canvas I broke at the beach, the one Esteban saved and Miguel helped me restore, sold for three thousand dollars. And the other one, the central piece of the exhibition, went for five.
I breathed deeply, holding back my tears. This was my dream come true. Quique just told me that next weekend we’d repeat and that as the word spread, my art would be coveted by many.
I couldn’t help but wonder how different my life would have been if I hadn’t met Esteban. If I hadn’t taken control of it that lonely night. I thought about my parents, whom I didn’t invite tonight. I wouldn’t let them take this moment from me. And I was okay with it.
I had to go on with my life.
I had to.
Esteban raised his beer. “To Robbie’s incredible art so it blossoms as he has.”
We all clinked our bottles and drank.
My skin warmed at his words, and a feeling of expansion hit my chest as the adrenaline rush from the exhibition subsided.
“That flushed look suits you,” Esteban whispered close to my ear.
I rolled my eyes and got the reaction I wanted from him.
“You’ll pay for that, my sweet. You know what happens when you roll your eyes at me.” His breath hit my nape in an oh-so-delicious way. His husky, demanding voice sent a shiver directly to my groin.
He showed me recently what happened when I rolled my eyes, and I couldn’t wait.
“You’re thinking about it, huh? You’re picturing it.”
My whole body tingled with anticipation.
“You’re picturing me as I smack your ass and back with the flogger you love. The one that makes you whimper.” His voice was low against my ear, the laughs and voices of the others fading into the background.
I put my hand on his knee, and I could almost feel his grin against my neck.
Esteban stood and helped me up.
The group watched us.
Esteban smiled. “Robbie is tired. I’m taking him home.”
Everyone went to stand, but I gestured for them to relax. “Don’t worry, guys. You can stay. It was just a little draining.”
We waved goodbye and left.
Esteban opened the passenger door for me. Without a word, he took the driver’s seat and drove home. Silence surrounded us during the ten-minute trip. The only sign of Esteban’s lust was the way he gripped my thigh hard beneath my groin. I was crumbling beneath his touch.
We entered the underground garage and hurried to the elevator.
Once we were inside the apartment, he shut the door. “Kneel.”
I obeyed, facing away from our bedroom.
He left me there and went inside the bedroom. A thump on the table was followed by his footsteps as he approached from behind.
I swallowed dryly.
Esteban put a blindfold over my eyes, then gripped my chin, kissing me from behind. He grunted in approval, and his footsteps receded.
Something cool touched my lower lip. “Drink.”
I opened my mouth and sighed as cold water flowed inside. He was always attentive to my needs, more so in these moments. When I was satiated, he took the glass away.
Minutes passed before I sensed his closeness.
His leathery scent hit me before the sound of a zipper reached my ears.
I had to tell myself to be patient, as my mouth almost opened in anticipation of what I knew he expected.
A soft touch brushed my lips, then his thumb was inside my mouth. I sucked hard.
In mere seconds, he pushed the head of his cock against my lips. “Open.”
With just a word, I was his to command. I opened wide and let him slip inside. All of him. I relaxed my throat, making way, but I gagged. We were still working on controlling the reflex, but sometimes it happened.
His palm covered my neck, caressing my throat and angling it so he could fit better. “That’s it, baby.” He slid inside again, but this time the gag didn’t come. “You take me so well.”
He continued slowly. In and out. In and out.
His musky, natural scent drove me wild with need as I lay helpless at his feet.
He groaned as I sucked hard, then clasped my ponytail, pushing into me. He was not gentle as he fucked my mouth, his need evident as his breath hitched again and again. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I moaned in pleasure, my dick hard.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
I opened my trousers and took my length out. I stroked hard as he fucked my mouth with harder thrusts. When I was about to come, he stopped and slid out of my mouth.
“Not yet.” He took off my blindfold.
His length stood hard and glistening with precum.
“Lick it.”
I swiped the tip of my tongue over it, savoring his sweet taste and moaning as I covered his tip with my mouth, tasting him like he was my lifeline. God, I couldn’t have enough.
His hips jerked toward me, pushing his length deeper inside, stopping just when it reached my throat. He stayed there for a couple of seconds, then brushed my hair back. “Fuck, you look beautiful with my dick down your throat.”
He slid out and helped me up. He unbuttoned my shirt, leaving it on and the suit over it.
“I told you I’d fuck you in that suit.” He crashed his lips against mine, his tongue tasting me hungrily. “Take off your pants, and wait for me on the sofa on all fours.”
I did as I was told and held the armrest for dear life before he settled between my legs.
The sting of the flogger on my shoulder made me arch my back, my butt hitting Esteban’s hardness. “That’s for rolling your eyes.”
Crack. Another smack, this time to my lower back. I shuddered in pleasure as he massaged the area.
“You like it, huh?”
I trembled beneath his touch.
“Words, Robbie.” His breath was on me, soothing before he hit again with equal force, this time on my left cheek.
“Please.” My cock was hard as a rock.
Esteban struck my right cheek, caressing it with equal pressure. “Please what?” He wrapped his arm around me, grabbing my junk as he pushed his groin against my ass.
“Please fuck me.” My voice was but a whimper as he threw the flogger on the table and pushed a lubed finger inside me. I gasped.
“So tight. So ready for me.” He pushed his head inside me, stopping to let me relax onto him. He was rough sometimes, but when he penetrated me, he was gentle, letting me set the pace before he took me.
I moved back slowly, relaxing against the armrest. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the pleasure only he could give me as his shaft touched me inside just how I needed. I moaned, giving him the go-ahead.
In one swift thrust, he shoved inside. “Fuck!”
I screamed in ecstasy at the same time.
He stopped there and rubbed my back all the way to my shoulder before gripping it with force. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He groaned, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed inside me.
“Fuck!” I screamed as he took me.
He pounded with force, holding me in place.
When the pleasure was about to take me there, Esteban pulled me up, my back to his chest. He started pumping my cock in rhythm with his thrusts. “I’m coming, baby. Come with me.”
His thrusts were wild. Animalistic. With a heavy groan, he bit my shoulder as he spilled inside me.
That last stroke and the pain from his teeth sinking in made me orgasm with force.
My body shook as I came all over the sofa, his hand milking me furiously.
I screamed his name as he continued stroking me.
With two fingers, he took some of my cum and put it in his mouth. I turned to watch as he sucked them, and his eyes glazed in pleasure.
“You taste like sin itself.” He got more of my cum from the sofa, then pushed his fingers inside my mouth. “Taste yourself. So fucking sweet.”
I sucked them, my unique essence filling my mouth as he thrust his shaft deep inside me.
I moaned as he grabbed my nape and pushed my face down on the sofa. With one hand, he gripped my hip, and with the other, using my cum as lube, he started stroking me again. He thrust in and out of my ass with such strength that the whole sofa moved.
“Fuck, Robbie. I can’t get enough.”
His body smacked into mine again and again, and a current built inside me as a new orgasm was about to hit.
Esteban fucked hard, and my body was addicted to him. He fell on top of me, his thrusts deeper as his whole weight was on me.
My eyes rolled as the most intense orgasm ever overtook me. “Fuck!” I screamed and came all over Esteban’s hand.
Esteban pulled out and turned me to face him as he stroked himself.
The eroticism as he groaned and spilled all over my chest was profound. He gently caressed my chest as if marking me, then he sat and pulled me onto his lap. We stayed there for long minutes until our breaths calmed and our hearts mellowed.
“I love you.” He kissed my temple.
I stiffened and froze as the words swept through me. His eyes were a mix of love and something else—vulnerability.
He loves me.
I touched his cheek and pulled him to me by the nape. I kissed him. “I love you too.”
He smiled, his dimples more evident than ever. His eyes shone like the sky as he held me in a fierce hug.
We stayed there for a long time, then he led me to the shower.
In our bed, before sleep overtook me, his voice reached my heart. “You’re everything to me.”