CHAPTER 1

Skai felt her tummy do the somersaults. Tonight was hers—finally, her first exhibition. Yes, her art was erotic but it came from her soul—and the lustful desires that lurk there.

“Who’s he?”, Skai asked the assistant, nodding her head towards a tall man obviously admiring her art.

“Beats me”, the assistant responded with a shrug.

She walked towards him and he seemed so lost, he hadn’t realized she was beside him.

“Stunning, yeah?”, she asked in a shy voice as she realized the art he was looking at.

Something about the artwork punched Dante in the gut. He stood, wine in hand, mesmerized by the gentle strokes of the brush that painted what at first looked like a flower but on closer look, turned out to be the most visual representation of      a pussy. The light blush of pink and the representation of moistness mimicked how a perfectly teased cunt would be. As he gulped his wine, all he could wonder was how that pretty pussy would taste on his tongue.

“Hi?”, Skai said as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

“Oh. Hello there”, bellowed a deep voice that sounded as rich and luxurious as pure honey.

“Don’t you just love how this piece comes alive? This artist… there’s something about the way she paints, that’s just surreal”, Skai says, playing the devil’s advocate.

“I know, right?”, Dante asked, returning his attention to the pussy flower. Delectable.

“What do you think about this one?”, Skai pointed to the next piece. 

“Hmm… looks like she’s having fun with that banana. But last I checked, bananas don’t have thick, engorged veins running across their length. And you eat bananas by taking a bite and chewing, not by attempting to swallow the whole length while inserting two fingers of your second hand into your dripping cunt”, he responded and then took a sip of his wine like he had said something as normal as telling the time.

“I want to have a word with the artist. She has a lot of interesting ideas and I could bring them to life”, Dante said with a devilish smile and a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Skai melted. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to call up to the stage the incredibly talented artist of the night. Put your hands together for Skai Leighton”, the announcer called.

Skai smiled coyly at Dante as she turned and walked to the stage. He hadn’t noticed before that her dress was the embodiment of seduction. He hadn’t noticed how her entire back was exposed and her small waist led the eyes to her round and tempting ass till she walked to take the stage. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked—it had to be with the way it jiggled as she took quick steps to the platform.

“Hello everyone, thank you for coming to my exhibition. Everything here was inspired by the sheer beauty of sexuality—”

He truly wanted to listen to her little speech but all he could focus on was her dangerously high slit revealing one long leg from the waist down to her heel. It would be so easy to finger her in that sinful dress. Roaming his eyes up her body, her dress revealed no cleavage and was high to her neck but the sides gave him a glimpse of her full breasts as they peeked through the cutout that left her bare back on full display. Is she wearing any underwear? With the spotlight on her, he could notice her nipples taunting him through the light fabric of her lilac dress. He knew they were begging to be played with and he felt the trouser of his crotch tighten in response. When he took his eyes back to her beautiful face, he realized she had been looking at him all along.

“I hope you enjoy my art as much as I enjoyed making them. Trust me, it was a very arousing experience and don’t tell anyone but I think I’m bringing some of the scenes to life tonight”, Skai said while looking only at Dante and the audience hollered and cheered as they clapped. 

Walking off the stage, she took timid steps towards Dante. 

“Hi, I’m Skai Leighton”, she said playfully as she extended a delicate hand to him.

“Dante”, he said as he took her hand and kissed it, never breaking eye contact. “I see you had your fun pulling my legs”

“Yeah I did”, she smiled heartily. “You should have seen the look on your face when I was called up”, she added.

“So, how long have you been an artist? I’m an art collector but I highly doubt if I’ve come across your work”

“You wouldn’t believe how it all started”, Skai muttered under her breath. “This is actually my first exhibition and public display of my work. Art is my therapy”, she replied in a soft voice.

“Yeah? How so?”

“This past year has been new beginnings and making new memories for myself. With my art, I’m discovering more about myself— even though it doesn’t look like it”

“Yeah, with the images of cocks and pussies as vases and flowers. But I get the feeling it’s deeper than that— you know it’s good art when it grips you, simply looking at it”

“Well…”, Skai struggled to find words but his compliment moved her. For the first time since the accident, she felt truly seen without being judged.

“I love your accent. Is that a bit of Italian I hear there?”, she asked, attempting to change the topic.

“Yeah it is, bella”, he responded with a smile. “I’m only in Chicago for a few more weeks”, he added.

“Oh—

She was cut short by a group of guests complimenting her work. He watched as she flushed and smiled politely to them. A lady in a luxurious outfit gave her a single lily and she sighed, “My favorite”. She propped the lily stylishly on a stool with displaying an art piece and smiled some more as she noticed the way the hues complimented each other. Coming back to earth, she turned towards Dante.

“I see you’re having a good time being the star of the night”, Dante teased.

“It’s really lovely, I never expected the turnout. I was so nervous but decided to jump at the opportunity”.

“That’s the best way to live. You should host more exhibitions. If it’s anything as good as tonight’s, I wouldn’t mind snatching a few pieces for myself”, he added with an honest expression that moved Skai.

“Would you like to see my private backroom? I have a piece there that the rest of the world wouldn’t get to see”

I’d love to enter your backroom. “Hmm..”, Dante cleared his throat. “Lead the way, Skai”

The sight of her walking ahead of him did things to him. He was beginning to get too uncomfortable in his trousers watching the way her hips swayed. The straps that held her dress in place by a simple knot taunted him, daring him to loosen them and watch the dress fall at her feet.

Yes, take me to your private backroom. I must have you.