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Chapter 143: Hiking Trail
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When the last wave faded he withdrew his hand, wiped it on the rag, and stood.“Better,” he said. “The color in your chest is useful. We’ll continue tomorrow.”I lay there for a long moment after he returned to the easel, still open, still twitching, the drop cloth beneath me wet with my own release. Something in me had shifted. I no longer felt like a model being paid. I felt like material he was shaping.---The sessions grew longer. The rules grew stricter.He began requiring me to arrive already shaved smooth. He began inspecting me at the start of each day—fingers spreading me, checking that I was clean, that I was already showing signs of arousal. If I was not wet enough he would touch me until I was, then leave me aching while he painted. If I was too wet he would comment on it as a technical problem and make me wait in the difficult pose until the excess subsided.One afternoon he had me on my hands and knees on the platform, back arched, head down. He painted for over an hour
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I climbed the two low steps onto the platform and sat. The wood of the chair was smooth and cool against my bare ass and the backs of my thighs. I placed my hands the way he had instructed and fixed my gaze on the tall windows across the room. The light coming through them was flat and white. I could see the river in the distance, a dull silver band between buildings.He worked in silence for a long time.The only sounds were the soft scrape of brush against canvas, the occasional wet noise of the palette knife mixing color, and the quiet shift of his weight when he stepped back to look. I felt his eyes on me constantly even when he wasn’t looking directly at my face. It was different from the art-class stares I remembered. Those had been clinical, almost bored, the students more worried about their grades than the body in front of them. His attention felt heavier. Proprietary. As if he were already deciding how much of me he intended to keep on the canvas and how much he might eventu
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