Todos los capítulos de CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Today was going to be a good day.After lunch, at around 2 PM, I'd have my first Painting practical lesson. The teacher had allocated the class into smaller groups of 10 students, making it a workshop. On Monday, Maddox had shown me the art studio designated for students, and I was so excited to finally paint there with the guidance of a master of the craft.Professor Agnes Sminton (she insisted we called her by her first name) was a petit woman in her mid-forties. She looked harmless in her long dress and sandals, but appearances can be deceiving. She was one of the most celebrated artists working at Durham. It was truly a dream to be coached by her.She told us that, for her course, she didn't want us to paint in a specific style or movement, she didn't want us to check off techniques as if it were a shopping list. All she wanted was for us to produce a cohesive body of work that showcased a variety of genres, themes, ideas, mediums. She wanted us to perfect our own personal style,

It was a known fact that the most famous Renaissance men like Da Vinci, Botticelli, and Michelangelo barely had time for anything else other than their work. Da Vinci even went as far as only sleeping in two-hour intervals. According to written accounts, he did this so he could spend less time sleeping and more time working. They barely spent time with their families, they barely developed long-lasting relationships. Every single waking hour of their lives had one purpose, to create.Only difference between them and I was that I had one of my students resting on my living room couch, making it completely impossible to focus on anything.I didn't really have any work to do. I just excused myself from the living room because one, Blair needed rest and two, I needed space to think and reflect.I could still feel his body's warmth from when we hugged. It felt so natural to hug him, his lean frame fitting into my chest like a bird in a nest.There was this duality about him that amazed me.

As soon as he laid me down on the bed, his weight instantly came down on top of me, pushing my legs apart. My legs splayed at their own accord and cradled his hips allowing me to feel the thick bulge of his erection. ‘’Am burning down with heat ‘’, He mumbled lowering his head down towards me.However instead of kissing of me as l’d expected, he just lightly nipped my ear then ran his tongue around the edge of it, making me shudder as my p***y clenched. My skin warmed with every place his roaming hands caressed. Butterflies fluttered to life inside my belly when he ran his hands over it. “You the most beautiful thing, l have ever seen”, His voice was low and his tone sent shivers down my spine.He kept training kisses on my body until when he stopped in between my thighs. “No panties”, l blushed red when I heard him say that. “Blushing ha-ha-ha, how many nights did you sleep thinking about my cock?”, He chuckled with his eyes on me. “You laughing at me but let’s see how long you will

I put down my paintbrush and wiped my forehead.I took a step back and admired my piece from afar, taking a good look at the final product.I was immensely proud of myself. I was still in awe at what I was able to produce. At first glance, the background of the canvas seemed completely dark, but on further inspection you'd realize you were in fact looking through a glass window and seeing the interior of a dark room. In that room there were three hanging lightbulbs at different distances and of different heights, the orange and yellow light being the focal point of the piece. By using the chiaroscuro technique, the light made minuscule raindrops on the window stand out, creating a very eerie, almost haunting image of a mysterious room.At last, my first piece for the final assessment was complete.At Durham's art studio, my friends praised my work, impressed by my realistic approach to such a surreal image. Even though their analysis and interpretation of my dark painting made me smil

"I know how much you like candles Dr Reynolds," he said cheekily. I hugged him from behind, my head resting on his shoulder. I was mesmerised by the beauty of the tiny flames. It was incredibly sensual and romantic.I turned him around slowly so he'd face me."You spoiled me tonight," I said, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Now it's my turn to spoil you."He bit his lip, his eyes sparkling. I took his hands and guided him towards the bed. I sat down and reached for his hips, guiding him towards me. He climbed onto my lap, our lips meeting as he found a comfortable position."Is there any letter that I can find without undressing you?" I asked shyly."Only one," he giggled, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Good luck explorer."I smirked, carefully flipping him onto his back so I was on top. He shimmied to the center of the bed, resting on a sexy pose. He knew damn well what he was doing. I smiled to myself as I approached him, taking his hands and kissing them."How small are the