That made the sex even better.
I worked in the studio all day, my mind stimulated by my newfound relationship with Muse. I guess she was my girlfriend, even though I’d never had one before. I wouldn’t say we were in a relationship, and I couldn’t picture us ever being anything more serious than what we were.
But that shouldn’t surprise her.
She was my inspiration, my muse, and my mistress. Nothing more.
The only difference was, she wasn’t my prisoner anymore. She was sleeping with me because she wanted me between her legs. Muse could leave and sleep with anyone, but I was the only man she wanted.
I was the only man who deserved her.
I constructed another piece that day, a royal blue bodysuit with white stones in the fabric. It would look wonderful against her tanned skin, and if she were standing on my yacht in the Mediterranean, she would be absolutely lovely.
I’d have to take her some time.
It would have to be after the show in New York. Right now, my schedule was just too busy.
Around seven, she knocked on my door. “Can I come in?”
I stood in front of the mannequin, adding the finishing touches to the design. It was simple, the blue color doing most of the creative work. The color was so stunning that it would steal anyone’s focus. The material was mixed with nylon, making it stretchy but stiff at the same time. Once it was stretched across her beautiful tits, the curves would be even more hypnotic. “Of course.”
She stepped inside, wearing a long white dress with a red rose floral pattern. Her hair was pulled up in a clip, revealing the beautiful skin along her collarbone. She wore the same diamond necklace I’d given her last night. When I had a model living with me, it was hard not to dress her up. “Wow, that’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
She stepped closer to the mannequin and examined it with her hands on her hips. “I really like it. Where did you come up with this?”
“I have a yacht off Mykonos. I’ve considered taking you on a trip along the Greek islands, and when I think of that, I picture you wearing this, looking stunning against the white buildings and the backdrop of Santorini. And I picture fucking you in that deep blue sea.”
A slight blush came over her cheeks, just the way it always did when I flattered her. Now that she was growing less innocent, it was more difficult to do. But when it did happen, it was beautiful. “That sounds like a nice trip.”
“You’d love it, Muse.” I set the pins on the table and stood back to admire the piece. “Put it on for me.”
She didn’t hesitate before peeling off the nice dress she wore. When she was just in her panties and the diamond necklace, she pulled on the bodysuit, the deep V in the front showing the cleavage of her tits. Paired with her nude sandals, it was perfect on her.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the table, examining her under the natural light of the setting sun. It looked even better on her than I imagined. The color was perfect, and the fabric was made for those curves.
“What do you think?” She posed for me, pivoting before she turned around.
“You know what I’m thinking.” My cock was hardening in my jeans, and if I weren’t in a hurry to get this to Nicole, Muse would be on my table right now, her legs spread and her screams echoing down the hallway. “But I need to give this to Nicole as soon as possible.” I snapped my fingers, telling her to remove it.
I got a dirty look in response.
Old habits died hard. The corner of my lips rose in a smile. “Could you please remove it?”
Softness entered her expression. “That’s better.”
Nicole stood beside me as we examined the models wearing the seven different pieces I’d created. The women stood with their shoulders back and their tummies tucked in. Their legs were slightly extended, showing the toned muscle and the flawless skin. Their heels were sky-high, so only experienced runway models could handle the discomfort.
They were all beautiful, but they didn’t have the same effect on me that Muse did.
I saw gorgeous women all the time. It was a regular part of my day, so I was used to it. I didn’t walk around with a hard-on in my slacks all day long. I didn’t even feel aroused when I looked at Lacey Lockwood in my lingerie. I guess I had become desensitized to it.
But when it came to Muse, I was never used to it.
She got me so damn hard every single time.
I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, noting the way Lacey glared at me with open venom. She was still pissed at me after our last conversation, and she wasn’t pleased that Muse took the spotlight from her.