Marcus Notice

     Victoria sat in her studio the next afternoon, staring at the same blank canvas she had looked at for three days straight. The paints were ready, and the brushes were clean, but the inspiration seemed to refuse to come. 

All she could think about was Sebastian, again. She felt like she was losing control, but she was justifying it with how he made her feel. 

She thought about his hands on her body, the way he fucked her against the wall last night and how he whispered that she belonged to him while he came deep inside her. Her pussy clenched just from remembering it.

She sighed and picked up her small sketchbook instead. Her hand moved quickly. Another drawing of Sebastian emerged - this time his face mixed with his strong hands gripping her thighs. The sketch was raw and sensual and nothing like the calm, beautiful paintings she used to make.

The doorbell rang.

Victoria jumped a little, but it was just Marcus.

He stepped inside carrying two cups of coffee, smiling like always. But when he looked around her studio, his smile faded.

“Wow,” he said, looking at the blank canvases and scattered sketches.

“This is… different.”

Victoria took the coffee from him and tried to smile.

“I’ve been a little distracted lately.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. He walked over and picked up one of her new sketches - the one of Sebastian’s hands and body. His eyes widened.

“Damn, Victoria. These are intense. Very… erotic.”

He looked at her, his eyes narrowing. 

“You haven’t sent me any new pieces in weeks. Usually you pump out at least one big painting every week. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

She felt her cheeks grow warm.

“I’m fine. I’ve just been… exploring new things.”

Marcus studied her for a moment.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Sebastian Montez, would it?”

Victoria froze.

Marcus let out a small laugh.

“Come on. Everyone’s talking about you two after that charity gala. The pictures of you together are everywhere. You looked beautiful, by the way. But I’ve known you for years. You’ve never let anyone distract you from your work like this.”

She looked down at her coffee.

“He’s different, Marcus. The way he makes me feel… I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Marcus’s face became serious.

“Just be careful. That man rose very fast, and some might even say it was a little too fast. People like that usually have shadows. And you’ve always been the one who painted with truth and light. Don’t lose that part of yourself.”

His words hit her harder than she expected. But even as he said them, her body remembered Sebastian’s touch. She was already wet again just thinking about seeing him tonight.

After Marcus left, Victoria tried to paint in her signature style again.

She failed.

Instead, she ended up sketching more darker and sensual pieces. One of them showed a woman being pulled into shadows by a powerful man. She knew exactly who the woman was.

That evening, Sebastian sent a car for her. They were going on another date that Sebastian had planned. This time, a private dinner on a yacht he had reserved just for them. When she arrived at the marina, Sebastian was waiting on the deck in a black shirt and trousers. The moment he saw her in her tight red dress, his eyes filled with hunger.

“You look incredible,” he said, pulling her close.

He kissed her deeply, not caring that the crew could see. His hand slid down and squeezed her ass.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

The yacht sailed out into the calm ocean as the sun set. They had dinner on the open deck - delicious food Sebastian had arranged, expensive wine, and soft music playing.

But the real tension was between them.

Sebastian kept touching her under the table. His fingers traced her inner thigh, getting higher and higher. By the time dessert came, Victoria was soaked and her panties felt useless. 

“I can’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me,” he whispered, leaning close.

“Are you wet right now?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Very wet.”

He smiled darkly.

“Good girl.”

After dinner, he took her below deck to the luxurious cabin. The moment the door closed, Sebastian pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. He pulled her dress up to her waist and slid his hand into her panties.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled like a man possessed. 

He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties down, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked her clit with perfect pressure while two fingers pushed inside her. Victoria moaned loudly, holding onto his hair as pleasure built fast.

He made her come once with his mouth, then stood up, turned her around, and bent her over the bed. He thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion. The angle was deep and perfect. He fucked her hard, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip.

“You’re mine, Victoria,” he said as he pounded into her.

“I want to hear you say it again.”

“I’m yours,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

He made her come again before he finally filled her with his cum, groaning her name. They stayed in the cabin for hours. Sebastian took her two more times - once slow and deep while looking into her eyes, and once against the window while the city lights sparkled in the distance.

By the time the yacht returned to the marina, Victoria felt exhausted, satisfied, and completely addicted, all at the same time. 

On the ride home, she rested her head on Sebastian’s shoulder. But even in her happy, glowing state, her mind drifted back to the Lily Carter poster and those strange lyrics.

She told herself she would stop searching, but she already knew she was lying.

Sebastian was becoming her everything.

And the more she had of him, the more she wanted to know the truth behind his power.