Chapter 20
Tiago
I know my girl is nervous about everything. It’s a lot. All I can do is remind her how much she means to me and that I love her.
She spent the last two hours with her brow furrowed, chewing on her bottom lip, while Ryder and Dallas helped me move everything up to one of the large, third-floor rooms.
When Gretchen learned about my plans, she rushed up here to vacuum the hardwood floor so it wouldn’t be dusty. The room I selected didn’t have anything in it, so cleaning it wasn’t an issue. It’s a corner room, so there are windows on two sides and lots of natural lighting.
I know I’m rushing this. I don’t specifically need to sketch or paint today, but I’m itching to capture my girl on paper and canvas, and I’m anxious to have her pose for me.
As soon as everything is in the room, I lock the door, head for the corner between the two outside walls, and motion for Reagan to join me. “Come, baby.”
She shuffles closer, looking uncertain. I’m not surprised. “Whatever you’re planning, I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
I chuckle. “You’re going to love it. Trust me.” I quickly pull her shirt off over her head, making her gasp.
“Tiago…”
I unfasten her hiking pants next and then squat in front of her. “Hold on to my shoulders.”
She whimpers when I remove her shoes and socks before pulling off her pants. “I need a shower,” she grumbles.
“I’ll let you shower after I’m done capturing you on paper.” I lower her panties, stand, and finally, remove her bra.
She shivers. “You can’t sketch nudes of me, Tiago.”
“Trust me,” I repeat. “They are going to be spectacular.” I turn her toward the wall and guide her to stand facing the corner.
I kiss her neck and press her forehead against the spot where the two walls come together.
“Bring your hands to the small of your back and clasp one wrist with the other hand.”
She turns her head toward me. “Tiago…”
I lift her chin with one finger. “I won’t show anyone the pictures, baby. They’re just for us. I’m not going to pull out any paint today. I’m just going to take pictures and sketch you.”
“Take pictures? With a camera?” Her voice rises.
I stroke her cheek. I told her before that I would photograph her.
She didn’t believe me, but I intend to capture every minute nuance as my wife’s body changes with each pregnancy and age.
“They will help me paint later, so you don’t have to pose for me every time I want to capture you.
” I point toward the corner. “This first pose won’t even have your face.
Just the back of you with your red-hot bottom on display. ”
She shudders. “You won’t show a single soul.”
“No, baby. I would never share images of you without your permission.”
She sighs. “Okay, but I’ll murder you in your sleep if anyone sees them.”
“I promise.” I guide her back into position, help her get her arms in place, and then pull her braid from over her shoulder so that it dangles down her back to land over her clasped hands. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She’s panting as she follows my directions. I love the shiver that races through her. Even though she’s leery about me capturing her image, she’s aroused.
I palm her heated bottom. It’s still pink from my punishing hand earlier, but I want to redden it again. First, I slide a finger through her folds, making her breath hitch as she rises onto her toes.
I set my lips on her ear. “My girl gets so horny when she obeys me. Standing naked for me with your legs parted makes you wet.”
The soft moan she emits awakens my cock.
I palm her hot bottom and give it a squeeze. “I’m going to swat your pretty bottom several times to bring out the heated pink color, baby.”
Another sexy sound comes out of her. It’s more of a mewl.
“You want that, don’t you, baby? You want to feel my palm on your pretty bottom, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
I take a step back, lift my hand, and watch as I slap her skin several times to cover her entire bottom. I know it burns more than usual since I spanked her a while ago.
She lifts onto her toes again and squeaks.
When I’m done, I rub the heated skin. “Such a good girl. Your skin looks amazing, all red and warm. Stay in this position while I work, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smile as I step away from her. There’s nothing sweeter than when my girl is submitting to me deep enough for her to automatically call me Sir.
I grab my camera first and take dozens of shots of her from several angles and distances. Her panting is audible. She’s unnerved by the click of my camera. The thought of me having nude pictures of her makes her nervous. It also titillates her.
“You’re doing well, baby. Stay there while I sketch you.” I can’t wait to paint her. I’ll do that later based on the pictures. The sketches won’t show her reddened bottom as well as a painting will.
The only time I’ve ever sketched or painted nudes was in college. There’s something very different about the subject being my own woman, someone I’m in love with.
I grab a stool and my rolling high-top desk, positioning them a few yards from her. I sit and sink into the zone as I quickly capture her essence. When I finish, I smile. Fuck she’s sexy. “Come, baby.”
She slowly releases her arm and pushes off the wall. She looks shy as she walks to me, her hands fisted at her sides. I know she’s fighting the urge to cover herself.
When I turn the sketchpad around for her to see it, she gasps and covers her mouth with one hand. Her eyes are wide. “Holy shit, Tiago.”
I grin. “You like it?”
“That’s amazing.” She steps closer and reverently fingers the edge of the paper without touching the sketch. Then she jerks her gaze up to me. “But you’re still not showing it to anyone.”
I lean forward and kiss her lips. “No, baby.” I nod toward the chaise lounge the guys helped me carry up here. “I want to do another pose.”
She chews on her lower lip as she follows me. “Tiago, you’re pushing my comfort zone.”
My fingers are covered in graphite, so I grab a wipe and clean them off. “I’m always going to push your comfort zone, baby.” After tossing the wipe aside, I grab her chin and kiss her again. I could kiss this woman all day, every day.
With a hand at the small of her back, I guide her to the lounge.
She winces as she sits, muttering, “Ouch.”
I chuckle. The spanking I gave her should keep her from taking risks like she intended to this morning, but it might backfire. If she enjoys my palm on her ass too much, she might disobey me every day. I’ll have to get creative if she violates my safety rules.
“Lie on your side facing me, baby. I want you to look like you’re casually lounging.” I angle Reagan how I want and lift her top arm to drape it by her head. I bend her knees and settle the top one over the bottom, concealing her pussy.
Her breasts are so fucking enticing with her arm lifted. I’d rather kneel in front of her and suck them, but I’m on a mission. “Are you comfortable?”
“I guess,” she whispers.
“You can close your eyes if you’d like.” I take the band out of the end of her braid and unravel it so her long waves fall around her. Fuck, she’s sexy. It’s going to be difficult to ignore my cock while I sketch.
I know she’s right where I want her when she sighs with contentment. That’s when I step back to pull up my rolling high-top desk, stool, and sketchpad.
In seconds, I’m lost in my world, turning my woman into art.
As I finish the first drawing, Reagan falls asleep. She’s not aware that she slumps down farther on the lounge, curls onto her side, and rests her head on her palms.
For a moment, I simply stare at her. She’s a gift from heaven, and she’s all mine. I couldn’t have arranged her any better if I’d tried. With her arms tucked like they are, her breasts are both visible, the rosy nipples puckered and natural.
I start frantically sketching because I can’t stop myself. I’m on my third page when I decide to embellish what’s in front of me. I visualize what my girl will look like in this exact position nine months from now, and I create the most magnificent piece of art I’ve ever created.