Painted With Daddy’s Hot Cum

Elena’s POV

Sunlight streamed through the big studio windows the next morning. My body still ached from last night. Damien’s cum had dried on my thighs. I stood in front of the blank canvas with shaky hands, trying to focus on work.

The door opened suddenly. Damien walked in wearing a fitted black shirt and pants. He looked fresh and powerful. My heart jumped.

“Good morning, Elena,” he said with a small smile. “Did you sleep well after I left?”

“Not really,” I replied. I turned to face him. “That message on my phone… who sent it? What is the Velvet Board?”

He stepped closer and touched my waist. “Curious little thing. You ask too many questions. Today we paint. But first, I need to check if you’re still sore from my cock.”

His hand slid under my short dress and cupped my pussy. I gasped. “I’m still wet from you,” I whispered. “It hurts a little but I like it.”

“Good,” Damien said. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. “Because Daddy wants you again. Right here. Bend over that easel.”

I bent forward fast. My breasts pressed against the wooden frame. “Like this?” I asked, looking back at him. “What if someone comes in?”

“No one will,” he answered. He pulled my dress up over my ass. “This pussy belongs to me now. Spread your legs wider.”

I opened my thighs. Cool air touched my exposed holes. “Please be gentle today, Daddy. You fucked me so hard last night.”

He chuckled and slapped my ass. The sharp sting made me moan. “Gentle? No. You take what I give.” He rubbed his thick cock against my entrance. “Beg for it properly.”

“Please, Daddy,” I said quickly. “Fuck me. I need your big dick inside me again. Stretch my tight pussy.”

Damien thrust in deep with one push. I cried out and gripped the easel. “Ahh! So full already!”

“That’s right,” he growled. He started pounding me fast. Each thrust made my body shake. “Feel how deep I go? This cunt was made for Daddy’s cock.”

The sound of our skin slapping filled the studio. I pushed back against him. “Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“I do own you,” he said. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Say it. Tell me who owns this wet little hole.”

“You own it, Daddy!” I moaned loudly. Pleasure built fast inside me. “Only you. Please don’t stop.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit while slamming into me. “Good girl. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

My orgasm hit suddenly. I shook hard and cried out his name. My pussy clenched around him tight. “I’m cumming, Daddy! Oh god!”

Damien didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to paint you with my load.”

He pulled out, flipped me around, and pushed me to my knees. “Open your mouth.”

I opened wide. He stroked his cock fast. Hot thick cum shot across my face and tongue. Some landed on my breasts. I swallowed what I could. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said softly.

He helped me up and kissed me roughly. “Clean yourself up but leave some on your skin. I want you marked while you paint.”

I wiped my face with a cloth but left traces on my chest. “Will you stay and watch me work?” I asked.

“For a while,” he replied. He sat in a chair across from me. “Start painting but keep your dress up. I like seeing my cum on you.”

I picked up my brush and tried to paint. My hands shook. Damien watched every move. “You look beautiful like that,” he said. “Covered in my seed and still hungry for more.”

“I am hungry,” I admitted. “Last night changed something in me. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He stood up and came behind me again. “Good. Because training continues all day.” His hand slipped between my legs once more. “You’re still dripping.”

Just then, the studio door opened. A tall beautiful woman walked in. It was Victoria from last night. She stared at us. My dress was still up, damien’s hand was on my pussy.

“Well, well,” Victoria said with a smirk. “Starting early today, Damien? The Velvet Board has rules about new pets.”

Damien didn’t remove his hand. “What do you want, Victoria?”

She closed the door and locked it. “The Board wants to meet her. Tonight. Bring your new toy to the lower level at nine.”

My body froze. I looked at Damien. “What does she mean?” I asked. “Am I in trouble?”

Victoria smiled darkly. “Trouble? No. But your real lessons are about to begin, little artist and they involve more than just one cock.”

Damien finally pulled his fingers away. His eyes met mine with a mix of warning and excitement.

“Get ready, Elena,” he said quietly. “Tonight everything changes.”