His Body of Work

Chapter 4

I had sat in the spot in my bed, which Mase had occupied for longer than I cared to admit. Her smell and warmth lingered there, and the deviant in me overtook my sanity.

I had done my best not to pounce on her whilst she was lying naked in my bed, but I wasn't strong enough to resist the urge to touch her.

The memory alone of running my hand up the silky smooth skin of her neck into her beautiful golden hair was making my c**k twitch.

I had seen more than my fair share of naked women, but rarely had I been so affected by them. There was something so innocent and soft about Mase. I had watched her move with so much grace, but my eye was continually drawn to the slight jiggle of her backside and the sway of her breasts. The primal part of my brain told me to covet them, protect her, and claim her.

Eventually my phone had begun to ring and I managed to resist taking my c**k in my hand like a teenage boy.

Even when I went to bed exhausted that night, her lightly floral and clean smell lingered in my bed and tortured me for hours. The truth was, whatever fantasy I conjured of her, I was constantly and painfully reminded of why I segregated my artwork and the university.

The scar on my abdomen tugged painfully still, I used it to center myself and prepare for the next day.

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I woke full of energy and apprehension. It was always a challenge to work with a new model at first. As it was a Saturday, Mase had agreed to return to the studio at midday.

At precisely 12:01 a rap came at the door.

I took a deep, calming breath before rolling up the shutter. Unlike the previous day, I came down from the mezzanine and kept the bright lights off.

Whilst I was sure the reason Mase had fainted the previous day was due to lack of food, her fear had also been evident. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

Despite my efforts at making the place more welcoming, Mase looked terrified.

"Hello Mase, how are you today?" I enquired gently as I approached.

"F-Fine." She managed to stutter out.

"Did you eat yet today?"

"Yes, erm, Clarke? Is it OK if I call you Clarke?" She rambled on. "Would you prefer Professor or Mr Huntsman or Professor Huntsman..." She trailed off as I held up my hand. "... or Sir?" She finished.

I shook my head.

"Clarke is just fine, Mase. I'm not your professor." I wanted to add, "And if you call me Sir, it better be whilst you are writhing in pleasure." But I managed to contain the deviant voice in my head. Just.

Mase was absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was down and hung in honey coloured waves down her back. She had put a cute little bow clip in the front, which coupled with her soft pink cut-off overalls made her look incredibly cute. Her long, tanned legs were just as enticing as I remembered.

I realised I was frozen in place and staring.

I was holding my whole body, taught like a loaded spring, ready to pounce.

"OK, Mase. I need you to do the same as yesterday, get changed into the robe, and get onto the platform." I tried to keep my voice calm. "I do actually need to paint you today as I have no other models arranged, and I don't want to lose this commission. Luckily, we are just doing upper body work today so you can leave your tennis shoes on."

I began to busy myself with the camera set up slowly turning on the lights in an attempt not to startle her.

I heard rusting as she went behind the screen and emerged in her robe.

"OK, Mase. If you could, please stand in the middle of the spot, two feet on the ground, and face the front."

I hadn't looked back at her yet as I rolled out my paints. I turned to find her in the fluffy white robe standing stiffly just as asked.

"Mase, you will want to loosen up. This isn't going to be the final pose. I need you not to get too tired." She nodded and shook her arms out.

I smiled slightly when I saw her do a silly little wriggle but quickly schooled my features.

I plugged in my air brush and approached her.

"OK, lose the robe for now, Mase."

She took it off slowly and went to throw it to the side before I caught it and draped it over my stool.

"What's that for?" She asked, pointing at the air brush.

"It's an air brush. It allows me to cover you in a base color faster."

Mase's eyebrows shot up. "Cover me?!"

I gave a quizical look.

"Yes, Mase, what did you think a body painter does?"

"Your actually going to paint on me?" her voice had adopted a shrill edge. "I thought you just drew me on a canvas!"

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped. Maybe it was the crazyness of the past 2 days with Mase, but the bewildered look on her face caught me off gaurd.

"Yes, Mase, I'm going to paint your skin. Did you not even bother to look me up online before you came to my warehouse and stripped for me?" As I said the words, the laughter left me and my voice became harsh.

The thought of Mase ignorantly walking into danger made my heart race and the edges of my vision blur. I took several steps towards her and placed one hand on her shoulder. She was a small women, small enough that I could pluck her off the ground easily and...

I stopped there. My body frozen.

I was losing my cool and my knuckles where white against my skin just at the train of thought.

Plus Mase was looking at me like I was deranged. I was deranged. I was getting about a woman almost half my age who probably thought I was a condescending areshole right about now.

I took a soothing breath. "Mase, I don't know if you've noticed this, but you are a young, pretty, woman. You need to be more careful."

She just nodded at me, seemingly stunned by my reaction.

"Right, let's get this show on the road." I mumble as I gesture to the airbrush.

I turn on the compressor and look back at Mase. Thankfully, my love of my craft distracts me enough to allow me to begin.

I start at her panty line and spray upwards in sideways strokes. I can see the goose flesh on her skin, but she stays still for me.

The blue spray eventually meets the underside of her breasts, and I finally look up at her face. To my suprise, her eyes are closed, and her head is tilted up slightly. She is so still, I almost checked that she was still breathing.

I continue on up her body, eventually reaching her pebbled pink dusty n*****s. As my spread flicks over the peaks, a ripple rolls through her body. I see her lower stomach convuls ever so slightly and her thighs flex.

I can feel my c**k harden in my pants and as I move round her body, I take a moment to readjust.

Eventually, I make it up to her collar bones, and I am grateful her eyes are still closed. Working on her neck and face brings me so close to her skin. I can hardly restrain myself from burying my nose in her elegant neck.

But then she's done, transformed into an oceanic blue siren. Unfortunately, we aren't nearly finished, and I'm doubting my self-control.