The Master and The Muses. Amanda McIntyre

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СКАЧАТЬ unsteadily as piece by piece he took off his clothing until he stood fully naked before me. He took my hands and pressed them against his muscled torso.

      “Touch me, Helen. Satisfy your curiosity.”

      He remained statuesque as I walked around him, stopping to rake my fingers over the sinewy muscle of his shoulders. His firm buttocks clenched as my fingers lightly trailed over his hips. I leaned my cheek to his sturdy back, bringing my arms around him. He was a beautiful man, if men can be described in such terms.

      I smoothed my hands over his hard stomach, smiling as he stiffened to my curious touch, then wrapped my fingers lightly around his rigid cock.

      He drew in a sharp breath.

      “Does this please you?” I asked, skimming my palms over his body, taking luxurious time with my exploration.

      He whirled to face me, pushing his hands under my breasts, sliding his mouth roughly over mine. Then he covered my hand with his and guided me back to his erection, capturing my mouth again in a heated kiss.

      I moved my fingers over the hard ridges of his phallus, my thumb delicately skimming across the velvety tip.

      “Do you wish to please me even more?” he asked, lifting my chin to meet his heated gaze.

      I licked my lips and nodded.

      He held my shoulders, easing me down to my knees in front of him. His erect cock jutted proudly from a soft patch of dark hair.

      I looked up and received his nod. I eased my hand along his warm length, watching as his eyes drifted shut. Empowered, I leaned forward to kiss the glistening tip.

      “That’s it, my muse.”

      He stroked my neck, his fingers deftly skipping over my chin. “You are good to me.” His guttural moans spurned me on. Something inside me yearned to harness the power of this man, his authority, his leadership in the brotherhood, and to watch him unravel before my eyes.

      His hand covered mine, guiding my stroke, showing me the secret spot at the base of his cock that made him cry out with pleasure.

      A sharp, bitter taste appeared on my tongue and I drew back, standing as I wiped my mouth. Thomas turned away, his hand working rapidly, his breath catching as he cast his face heavenward and emptied his seed on the grass. The firm muscles of his buttocks clenched and unclenched with the fierceness of his release.

      I stared at his backside, mesmerized by the hard, angled plane of his body. He looked over his shoulder and I averted my eyes, ashamed to intrude on his privacy.

      He came to me and took my hand, bringing it to his lips.

      “You should see your face, blushed with color, with yearning.”

      “Yearning?” Of course, I knew what he meant. I took a deep breath and moistened my lips. My body teetered on the precipice, ready to fall apart.

      “Oh, yes,” he whispered, bending down to grab my skirts, lifting them higher as he backed me against a tree. His eyes sparked with arousal. “Your turn.”

      Without pretense he slipped his hand down the front of my thin cotton drawers, his long fingers parting my drenched folds.

      My breath caught as he parted me, dipping into my warm crevice, stroking long and slow as I held his sinful gaze. I grasped his shoulders as my body tightened, his smiling face hovering over mine.

      “There now, let go, my muse,” he whispered against my mouth.

      I shut my eyes to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through my veins, awakening every nerve ending. Thomas kissed me, his masterful fingers summoning each delicious spasm from me.

      “Live with me,” he said, releasing my skirts. He raised his hand to his mouth, tasting my juices. “I do not want to be away from you ever.”

      I was smitten with his request, but I knew to say yes to him would mean banishment from my family.

      “As lovers?” I did not expect anything more from Thomas.

      “As my muse,” he responded, kissing me passionately.

      “What will people say?” I asked.

      He shrugged. “If they must pry, then I shall simply tell them that you are my new pupil.”

      He dropped to his knees and drew me into his embrace.

      “Do not make me wait another moment for your answer, Helen. It is sheer torture!”

      I laughed, something I hadn’t done in weeks, it seemed. “Very well, but I warn you, my skills in the kitchen are limited.”

      He looked up at me and grinned. “My sweet muse, it is not your skill in the kitchen that interests me.”

      I held his face and smiled. It was a heady thing to have the devoted attention of a man like Thomas. I wondered if he’d ever had a model living at the studio before, and I considered how William might respond to the news. Could I wait forever to find the happiness I deserved? With Thomas at my side, I had no need for anyone else.

      Chapter Six

      THOMAS DUCKED AS MY PAPA HURLED THE painting across the room, barely missing the top of his head. My mama shoved my sisters into the back bedroom and closed the door. My portrait lay splintered on the floor and I knew it would soon be firewood.

      “You have scarred my little girl—” Papa started, his face turning purple with rage.

      “Papa, I am no longer a little girl—”

      His eyes, full of anger, turned to me and he raised his finger, shaking it with fury. “You have lied to your family, Helen. Your deception is not a small matter—it is unforgivable.”

      “Papa, please—” He cut me off with his upturned hand. I turned to Mama, pleading for her to make him understand.

      She stood to the side, wringing her hands with worry, but she did not come to my defense.

      “Mr. Bridgeton, I assure you that Helen has been treated very well…”

      “Do not,” Papa bellowed, “speak in my house!”

      “Papa, please try to at least be decent to our guest,” I said.

      “Decent?” His voice rose and my mama covered her mouth with her apron. “Do not talk to me about decency.” He glared at me and then at Thomas, and headed for the door, his jaw set firm. He stopped long enough to grab his hat. “I am going to the barn. I don’t wish to find either of you here when I return.”

      A quiet, strangled sob tore from my mama’s throat. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Papa did not look back as the door slammed behind him.

      Had I truly believed they would understand or support my decision? There was nothing more to be said. I stood and brushed past Mama as I went into my room to collect a few of my things.

      My sisters, Beth and Rosalind, peeked out of their СКАЧАТЬ