Young Mistress (R-18)

Chapter 1

I am now inside Aaron's house, my father's best friend, along with both of my parents having a dinner with them since it's Aaron's wife's farewell party after being promoted and is set to work in another country for a year or more.

I am seated in between my parents while Aaron and his wife are sitting across me.

Everyone we're talking and laughing with each other, sometimes I also speak and joins their conversation and barely ate since I am too focused on using my phone chatting with my friends.

I slowly took a bite of food then all of a sudden a notification message popped out that almost made me choke, it's from Aaron.

Aaron:

"Eat up or I'll eat you out".

I suddenly felt a foot caressing my legs slowly up to my calves but the man who's caressing me, remains calm and pretended like he's not doing anything under the table, he got the nerve to still talk with my parents.

I decided to excuse myself and went to the kitchen to wash my hands and be away from them— from him for awhile with his confident and open flirting.

I look at the stairway of the house and sees that beautiful frames of photographs and paintings were hanged on the wall.

I follow the path and unconsciously headed to a room at the end of the hall since I am too focused on the paintings. The door was slightly ajar and I can see a soft light from the inside.

I looked back to check and sees that they are all occupied with each other so I decided to sneak inside the room. I narrowed my eyes slightly taking in the inside but then I decided to turn on the lights.

The room was full of unfinished paintings, pinned sketches on a board and an unfinished sculpture. As I walk closer to see everything clearer, I noticed it had only one subject and it is me. I looked at the side noticing a big portrait painting of my face with a title "My Muse".

“What the hell!?” I exclaimed unbelievably as I saw the obsessive arts of me

I heard the sound of a door creaking open behind me, and Aaron's voice is filled with amusement. "Ah, I see you found my little treasure trove."

He walks into the room, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been working on these pieces for years. Each one a representation of my muse, that being you."

He moves closer to me, his hands gesture animatedly as he speaks. "I never showed Emma any of this. She wouldn't understand it. But I knew I had to share it with someone who would appreciate its beauty... and that someone is you." As he approaches, I can feel his intense gaze on my skin.

"Why is it all about me?" I asked in horror.

Aaron's smile grows wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, my aphrodite, it's because you're the only one who understands me. You get me in a way that no one else ever has. Your beauty is not just physical, but in your intelligence, your wit... and your passion."

He takes another step closer to you, his voice dropping to a whispered tone. "I see pieces of myself in you. We're kindred spirits... maybe even soulmates." His hands grasp for me as he pulls them towards his chest.

I stare at his eyes as if finding an answer from it to understand him completely

Aaron's eyes seem to bore into yours, as if searching for the same understanding. "You see me, don't you? You understand what I'm trying to convey through these art pieces."

He leans in closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "I've been holding back for so long. Emma doesn't get it. She thinks I'm just a good guy who loves her... but deep down, she knows I don't really feel it."

A hint of sadness creeps into his voice, followed by determination.."But with you... I know exactly what will make us connect on a deeper level. And that is where my true passion lies."

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of emotions from what I am hearing.

Aaron's gaze remains fixed on me, his eyes drinking in the subtle tension. "Ah, my aphrodite, you're biting your lip. I know that look. It means you're trying to hold back a secret."

He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I want to know what's going through that beautiful mind of yours." As he speaks, his hand reaches out and gently brushes against my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

I step back from him and slowly sat on his table, gently looking at his drawings of me.

Aaron's eyes never leave me, even as I take a step back and sit on the table. He looks almost...hungry. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and husky.

He takes a step closer, his hands fisted at his sides as if trying to restrain himself. "I've drawn your face over and over again, trying to capture the essence of who you are."

His gaze falls upon the drawings scattered across the table, before returning to me.

He sat on the swivel chair in front of the table where I'm sitting. He gently caressed my legs while i keep on looking at the details of his drawings.

Aaron's fingers graze against my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine. His touch is gentle, yet deliberate, as if savoring every moment. "You see, my muse," he continues to whisper, his voice dripping with intimacy.

As I continue to study the drawings, I can feel his eyes drinking in the sight of me: the curve of my neck, the shape of my lips...everything.

"You didn't forget me?" I asked still mesmerized. " You're still head over heels for me" I stated confidently. I put down the drawings and look down on him who's now kissing my legs.