From Bully To Beloved

So do I. Stay down, boy.

She tries to find a spot to set up, and I hear her mumbling to herself as the easel bumps into various pieces of furniture. “This place is so goddamn small,” she grumbles when she finally finds a spot. “But at least it’s bigger than my own place.” The easel is in the smallest space between the bed and dresser. She gets a stool, sits down, and sets herself up, before taking a deep breath and finally looking my way.

I’m lying on my back with my arm resting under my head. One leg is bent, and the other is straightened out. Even just lying here and thinking about her sketching me has me half-hard. It’s very obvious, and I notice Sera eyeing me with appreciation.

“Hot,” she says.

“I know, right.” I laugh. “Glad you finally noticed.”

“Stay still.” She begins to draw.

I love the focus she has when she’s doing artwork. Her eyes narrow, and she bites her bottom lip while her hand moves wildly across the canvas. She’s using charcoal, she’s telling me, and within seconds, the tips of her fingers are black. I relax, letting her work. Her eyes swivel between me and the canvas. At one point, she removes her sweater and continues only in a white tank top. It’s so tight. No bra. I can see the outline of her tits, plus I can see her pebbly nipples through the thin fabric.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I start to touch myself.

Sera doesn’t notice at first. She’s focused mostly on the canvas. But then her eyes slide over, and her hand pauses for a second. I observe the way her chest rapidly starts to rise and fall, and her pupils dilate.

“I’m sorry, am I not staying still enough?” I tease, keeping my tone calm and neutral, still stroking.

There’s a beat of silence until Sera smirks. “Do what you want.” She’s trying to sound aloof but failing miserably. “I’m done with the outline anyway.”

“Great.”

I keep my eyes on her. Her hand pauses, and her focus is entirely on me.

“How’s the drawing looking?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Can’t focus on it anymore.” She stands up.

“But you can finish it without me?”

“Yeah, sure, the shape from my reference is done, I can refine it later…”

“Focus,” I order, getting up. “Finish the drawing. How long will it take?”

She sits back down and looks at the canvas. “Well, the ‘bare bones’ of my sketch are done. About ten to fifteen minutes for the rest,” she says. “But, seriously, I can finish later.”

“No. Do it now. I want to watch you while you’re working on it.”

The stool is a little low, but it’ll do. In one scoop I lift her up, slide onto the stool under her and put her back on my lap, both of us facing the canvas. Her legs are on the left and right side of mine, and she feels amazing against my body.

She squeaks when I adjust her hips until her ass sits perfectly against my straining dick.

“I will not be able to draw like this, Cal.”

“Concentrate on your drawing, not on me.”

She shrugs her shoulder. “Okay, I will try, but…”

“No buts. Hand back on the canvas,” I order. “We know you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay.” I hear a small chuckle, and she picks her charcoal stick with her already-black fingers, placing it sideways on the canvas. Because of the charcoal’s thin consistency, it gets everywhere-her hands, wrists, arms, cheek-but she’s a pro, there are no unwanted smudges on her paper. The frame displays a beautiful scale with gradations from black to gray to white. Sera’s hand moves quickly to contour her composition, creating a variety of different lines, using the edge of her charcoal for harder lines, then smudging it with her fingers to shade it, and removing small sections for highlights.

Watching her draw, my face close to hers, my stubbly cheek on her ear is increasing my desire. With wicked intention, I run my hands up her side beneath her white tank top to her tits, and she shudders.

“You like this, baby?” I murmur, hearing her gasp as I pluck and twist her nipples. “Does that make your pussy wet?” My lips are all over her neck, kissing and biting.

“Very much, but it’s hard to concentrate,” she rasps breathlessly, now concentrating on adding shadow lines on the shoulder area of my replica.