Chocolate Kiss
An artful interpretation
Taking the stage, I stand with my arms behind my back in what I feel is a more vulnerable pose and stare out at the crowd with a soft smile on my lips. Looking at the sea of faces, I hope to see Anton’s among them.
The announcer continues with, “…Miss Lane’s trainers describe her as enthusiastic but still learning boundaries. Her fantasy involves being a passionate muse to an inspired artist. Please note, there has been an amendment made to the scene.”
I notice several Dominants looking down at their sheets. I hope that isn’t regarded as a barrier!
Thankfully, my concerns appear unfounded when the bidding opens and there is a three-way bidding war. I’m unable to see the man standing in the back who shouts out the final bid.
“Going once…going twice… sold to Master Navarro for seven hundred euros.”
I lift my head slightly when a well-dressed older man walks onto the stage to claim me for the day.
He has a thin physique and a look of intense concentration that I associate with artists.
However, the way he’s dressed looks more like an orchestra conductor than the struggling painter from my fantasy.
I bow my head as he holds out his arm and guides me off the stage. Standing quietly beside him, I wait while the rest of my classmates step up to be bid on.
Before the auction officially ends, Master Navarro guides me towards the exit. I discreetly glance around, still hoping to catch a glance of Anton before we leave.
Just as we are about to exit the hotel, Headmaster Wallace stops us. Master Navarro frowns and mutters something to him in Catalan.
Headmaster Wallace informs him, “Durov instructed me to pass this message to her before you left the auction.”
“Rytsar Durov?” the man gasps, then immediately gestures for Headmaster Wallace to give me the envelope.
I bow my head when I take the note card from the Headmaster and open it, wondering who it could be from.
Miss Lane,
I wanted to speak to you in person, but I was unable to attend the auction today. I want you to be aware that I’ve invited someone to help in your growth. The man is someone I’ve known for many years and trust implicitly.
Also, I’m requesting another lesson at the same time this Friday.
~Anton
I smile when I read the last part of the message again and realize who it’s from. Folding up the note, I ask Headmaster Wallace if he would be kind enough to keep it for me.
Master Navarro nods his approval to the Headmaster. After that, he promptly escorts me out of the hotel to a waiting vehicle.
It appears my “artist” is in a rush to get started.
Based on how Master Navarro responded when Headmaster Wallace mentioned the name Rytsar Durov, I assume he must be the man Anton mentioned in the note. I’m secretly pleased by the fact that I now know Anton’s full name, but I’m curious about the unusual name and why he’s never shared it with me.
I also wonder what he meant by “growth” and can only hope I’m up for today’s challenge…
Master Navarro grasps my chin and stares into my eyes without saying a word.
That simple action resets my thoughts, and my attention returns to him.
Looking into his hazel eyes, my body responds to the hunger I see reflected in them. Although his salt and pepper hair hints that he’s much older than I am, the man is extremely handsome.
I can’t deny I am attracted to him.
When I open my mouth to speak, he presses his finger against my lips and shakes his head.
I smile, liking the flirtatious element of silence between us. It adds to the mystery of this encounter. As his driver is pulling away from the hotel, Master Navarro places my hand on his thigh and holds it there.
Such a simple gesture has my body humming.
This Dom is a master of subtleties. He doesn’t speak but keeps glancing at me with a barely subdued lust. It’s amazing how no words are needed to convey our mutual attraction.
But I’m not just horny for the man. I also find myself drawn to his soulful presence, which is something I associate with creative minds. In my profession, I’ve had the honor of meeting a few of the great musicians—and even taught one of their children!
I find there is something addictive about being in the presence of greatness.
As we continue the drive in a smoldering silence, I reflect on how I think our scene will play out. He takes me to a large room with nothing but his imagination and artistic flair, and I become this man’s obsession for the next few hours…
Master Navarro urges my head down on his lap and begins to play with my hair. The tingles it creates travel down my body, heightening my desire.
When I let out a sigh of longing, he chuckles huskily.
He’s so freaking hot!
When the car finally slows to a stop, I sit up and smile at him. He motions for me to close my eyes and waves his hand to indicate no peeking. I nod in understanding and promptly close them.
The car door opens, and he takes my hand to help me out of the car.
I can hear traffic in the background as he leads me into a building and helps me up a long flight of stairs.
The suspense alone has captured my imagination.
My silent Dom guides me to our destination. He stops for a moment, keeping one hand on me as he opens a door and leads me through it.
My heels echo as I walk inside, and I can sense the openness of the space.
I feel giddy as he leads me on, then stops and stands behind me. He puts his hands around my waist to position me exactly how he wants me to stand, then places a hand over my eye.
Chuckling seductively in my ear, he dramatically lifts his hand away. I take that as permission to open my eyes and I let out an audible gasp.
I’m standing on a stage, looking out at the most fantastic concert hall I could imagine. The whole hall is filled with color and light!
Taking a moment to drink it all in, I look up to see a glass dome that looks like the sun with its golden center surrounded by shades of blue and white Taking a moment to take it all in, I look up to see a glass dome that looks like the sun with its golden center surrounded by shades of blue and white.
If that wasn’t beautiful enough, the entire concert hall is lined with floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows. The colorful shafts of light from the tinted glass illuminate the magnificent hall.
I let out a trill of laughter, marveling at it all.
It’s then that I hear someone clear their throat and look down to see people in colorful masks sitting in the front row.
Master Navarro stands behind me and runs his hands down my arms, growling seductively as his fingers pull at the ties of my corset. My heart starts to race as he slowly begins to undress me.
I had envisioned a private session with an obsessed artist…not this.
But Anton specifically said he chose this man to help with my growth. Knowing that, I make the conscious decision to not only surrender to this challenge—but to embrace it!
I moan softly when he finishes untying my corset and I hear it hit the floor. With my breasts exposed, my nipples harden into tight buds in fearful excitement.
I close my eyes, rolling my head back as he plays with my breasts before reaching for the zipper of my skirt. While the others watch, he sheds my clothes bit by bit until I am completely naked.
Master Navarro then circles me, chuckling lightly when he grazes his fingers over the imprint of the flowers on my right butt cheek.
The touch of his fingers on my mark bolsters my confidence, and I lift my chin to invite a kiss.
Master Navarro indulges my invitation, kissing me passionately as he runs his hands over my bare skin. Pulling away, he flashes a mischievous smile as he lifts his hand and snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, the concert hall is filled with music.
I spin around, shocked to see at least fifteen musicians couched in the darkness behind me. With my focus on the masked strangers in the audience, I was completely oblivious to their presence.
In front of the orchestra is a table covered in black linen. Beside it, I notice a silver cart laden with a covered warming tray like the ones you see at banquets, along with several other items.
Master Navarro takes my hand and helps me onto the table. I lie there face up, smiling as I look at the stunning ceiling above me.
He picks up a cloth and dips it into a bowl of soapy water. With a look of intense concentration, he proceeds to carefully clean every inch of my exposed skin. Giving me a hint of a smile, he then rinses my skin with ice-cold water.
The contrasting temperatures cause me to gasp, and goosebumps immediately rise on my skin.
He’s obviously turned on by the effect it has when he leans down to suck on my hard nipples.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out, conscious of the people watching.
Even so, I find his attention incredibly erotic.
Returning to his work, Master Navarro is diligent as he thoroughly dries my skin with a towel.
After I’ve been properly prepared, he takes the cover off the chafing dish with a dramatic flair, and the audience responds with applause.
Reminded of their presence, I experience an unexpected thrill and blush.
I turn my head to see rows of glass jars filled with a rainbow of different colored liquids. I smile in response, realizing my fantasy is about to officially begin.
Master Navarro looks at me intently as he takes off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. Growling seductively, he murmurs. “La meva musa…”
Yes, I am your muse! I cry in silent devotion.
Holding up his hand, he signals the music to stop and the hall becomes silent. He stands back to study my body for several minutes while everyone waits.
Looking at me with a hungry smile, he snaps his fingers and the orchestra starts up again, this time playing Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata.”
Tears of adoration prick my eyes as he takes up a paintbrush and swirls it in the jar of yellow paint several times. He begins by lightly grazing my lips with the warm “paint”, then follows it up by pressing his lips against mine.
I moan in pleasure, recognizing the familiar sweetness of chocolate as our kiss deepens.
Master Navarro takes his time as he covers my body in intricate patterns using every color provided.
I get swept away as I listen to the impassioned music while he strokes my body with the brush.
That, coupled with the enticing scent of chocolate, has my whole body humming, and I wonder if he’s noticed how incredibly hard my nipples have become.
As his vessel for creative passion, I’m free to study his face. I admire the intensity of his stare, the focused concentration in his eyes, and the fleeting smile that graces his lips as he works. I find all of it incredibly attractive as I lie there simmering with unexpressed desire.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, Master Navarro sets down the paintbrush and walks around the table, admiring his living canvas to the applause of our masked spectators.
I realize the scene isn’t over when he strips off his shirt and stares at me lustfully.
The music suddenly stops, and a heavy silence fills the room as the orchestra rests.
Like an animal on the prowl, Master Navarro approaches me just as the haunting beginning of Toccata and Fugue in D minor fills the space.
I turn my head, looking past the orchestra and up to the majestic organ pipes dominating the back of the hall.
The music is both dangerous and passionate, matching Master Navarro’s expression as he pulls me off the table and into his arms. His lustful gaze has an immediate effect on my body when he looks at me, then kisses me deeply, plundering my mouth with his tongue.
Leaving me breathless after that kiss, he commands me to face the audience.
As I do so, he comes up behind me and holds me possessively with one arm.
I lay my head back against his shoulder as he teases my nipples, smearing his intricate design over and between them while grinding his hard shaft against me.
His grip tightens as he growls in my ear. When he presses his fingers against my throat, it sends pleasant shivers through my body.
I whisper breathlessly, “I need you…”
Master Navarro releases me and kneels on the floor, beckoning me to him. Cupping my large breasts in his hands, he squeezes them together and sucks the remaining chocolate off my nipples while I whimper in fervent abandon.
Sensing my desperate need to be possessed, he first pulls me to the floor and then forces me on my hands and knees. Unzipping his pants, he grabs me by the waist and impales me with his rock-hard cock.
I moan loudly, taking his powerful thrusts. His possession matches the dark passion of the music, and I let out a cry as he rams his cock into me with greater force.
I close my eyes and give in to his unquenchable need.
I have a sense that the audience is invested in my pleasure, waiting for me to climax as I fill the hall with my cries of passion.
I feed off their energy and allow myself to let go. I lose myself in the wave of pleasure that Master Navarro has so skillfully created. When my climax comes, it hits like a crashing tidal wave.
My screams of release are met with thunderous applause, and I lose count of the number of times I come as my multiple orgasms blur into one.