21. Bailey-Rose #2
Hands on my hips, he stood behind me pressing slow, lingering kisses along my bare shoulders.
Attached to the easel was a soft glow that gave me just enough light to work by as the theater lights dimmed once more.
My fingers traced over the chalk until I landed on the first color I wanted to use.
Once more, the music swelled as the second act commenced with Princess Praline coming to rescue the boy from the evil doctor who trapped the boy in the hospital.
During their harrowing escape, the doctor and nurses became drunk, stumbling about the stage, thwarted by the alcohol come to life doing their part to help the boy.
Soon, I was lost in the fantasy of it all, my hands moving across the paper, sketching, smudging the pigment, and creating my version of a character that would be part of this world.
My attention was instantly pulled back to the present as I felt Vili slowly untying the back of my dress.
Slowly, it inched down my body until my breasts were exposed, only to be covered by his hands as he gently kneaded them.
“Don’t focus on me, kitten, keep drawing,” Vili instructed as his fingers rolled my nipples between his fingers.
I tried to take a deep breath, but it was more of a shudder as I tried to keep my legs from buckling.
Vili must have noticed because he tugged on my dress until it pooled around my feet and pulled over a stool that had been placed next to the easel.
Feeling the cool air of the theater on my skin, I shivered, goose bumps rising as I felt my slick soaking the new pair of lace panties I wore.
“Tell me, kitten, does it excite you to know only an easel blocks people from seeing you?” Vili asked, a purr rumbling in his chest. “Or is it that your Alpha can’t wait any longer and must have you now?”
Yelping in surprise, Vili hoisted me onto the stool, drew my legs apart, and stroked his fingers over the damp lace covering my clit. When he pressed down, I let out a moan and fell boneless against him.
“Kitten, you must be quiet,” Vili warned. “We can’t have people checking in on us.”
Turning my face, he kissed me, feasting on my mouth as if he could swallow the sounds I was making.
Freeing my lips, he directed my attention back to my drawing.
“This drawing is too beautiful to leave unfinished. The more you draw, I will give immense pleasure. Stop drawing, I stop touching, leaving you incomplete.”
Inching the stool closer so I could reach, Vili waited to see what my choice would be.
Like any Omega worth her heat, I picked up my chalk and got to drawing.
Never in my life did I think it would be this hard for me to focus on my art.
Typically, it was all-consuming once I got started, but now I just wanted to chuck the whole thing away so I could be bent over the stool and fucked.
However, Vili wasn’t one to set rules unless he intended to keep them, and right now, I wanted that finger teasing my clit to make good on his promises.
Eventually, I found a balance once I realized Vili wasn’t on a quest to make me come immediately.
His plan was to use it as my reward—when I finished it, he finished me.
A strangled cry burst from me as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and just let them sit there.
After a few deep breaths, I got back to the drawing, and he timed his fingers to the strokes of my shading.
“I would hurry, kitten. There are only thirty minutes left of the ballet,” Vili shared, using his other hand to trace around my nipple.
Thankfully, I was nearly done. Only a few more bits of shading, and I could call it good enough.
This was nowhere near as detailed as I would have made it under different conditions, but to hell with that—this Omega needed to get her reward.
I went to grab the color I wanted but dropped it as Vili slipped a finger in my ass.
Gasping for air, I had to brace myself on the easel before slipping off the stool.
Bending at the waist, I grabbed the chalk which gave Vili the perfect chance to remove his fingers and swipe his tongue over my pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I swore as quietly as I could, followed by a whimper.
One more color. Come on, girl, you can do it. Just stand up, add the depth, smudge it out, then you can assume the position. Gritting my teeth, I did just that at a speed I didn’t know I possessed. Flinging the chalk away, I twisted to grip the railing of our balcony and wiggled my ass.
“The drawing’s done, now fuck me, Vili. I earned my reward,” I demanded.
Vili cocked a brow at me with a smirk that told me he rather liked my sass. “Truly, it’s done?”
“Yes, I swear on my new heart, the drawing is done.”