At Your Service, Miss
Chap 10
Disclaimer for all MI stuff.
drabblish
Clary quickly disposed of Jace's clothes and then he told him to stay where he was, not to move from the spot he was positioned. He closed his eyes and listened as she got up from the bed.
"Oh perfect, don't open your eyes." said Clary. Jace smiled and stayed where he was on the bed.
He heard Clary walking out of the room. He thought she was just going to take her clothes off, but maybe she bought something. His mind wandered down another path and he heard Clary return. There was clatter and movement, then finally quiet.
"May I open my eyes?" asked Jace.
"No." said Clary. Jace peaked and saw Clary perched on a high stool with an easel up. Her large sketch pad was open.
"What are you doing?" asked Jace.
"Stay where you are, close your eyes. You've inspired me." said Clary, her face serious as the charcoal pencil scratched along the grey paper.
"If you take a good look at me, you'll see you inspired me too, and I'm thinking of doing something different with my inspiration." said Jace. Clary didn't respond. She was absorbed in the drawing.
"How much do I get paid for this modeling job?" asked Jace nonchalantly. He was trying to calm himself down.
"I don't have much cash. I could barter something else." said Clary.
"I'm listening." said Jace, having trouble keeping calm. Clary put her pencil down. She stood close to Jace.
"Jace, turn on your side." said Clary.
"Why don't you position me yourself. " said Jace trying to give her a seductive look.
"Because, professional models know the artist is never to touch them. You only tell them how to pose. You tell them how to drape material. " said Clary. "Now, let me get this next sketch down in form and then I'll be done." said Clary. Jace listened to Clary and in a few minutes she was shutting boxes. Jace opened his eyes. He felt drowsy. He focused on Clary walking at him she was removing her halter top.
Then her shorts came down, she had nothing on underneath. Jace drew in a deep breath feeling wide awake now. He was coming out of a mirage. He could not believe his eyes as she boldly told him, still not to move. She climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. She bent over and began kissing down his body until she came to the head of his member. She stroked him and played with him using her tongue. Jace start to move around and she did not stop licking and caressing him. She held onto him gently as she ran her tongue all the way around his bottom to his back. The minute she separated, he moaned and found his tongue at her opening and he started to move his tongue in and out as she kept him in her mouth. They finally moved so Clary could climb back on top of him and placed him inside her. She moved slowly at first, feeling his full length, making her more wet. He reached for her nipples and she for his and they started to move faster. Finally, she was slamming down fast and hard on Jace and he was sweating while matching her thrusts until they peaked together. Clary collapsed on top of Jace, they were both breathing heavy.
Jace woke up first and as he went to the bathroom, he passed the easel. He stopped and smiled at the picture. It was rough, but it was him. He wasn't in her small studio space in the picture. She used her imagination and placed him somewhere that looked like a Greek Isle with stone columns circling him. He was naked but there were some cloths draped over him. He rather liked her imaginary play on the picture. He looked over at her sleeping, satisfied. Watching her breath, seeing the curves. Surrounded by her scent, he felt it was time to wake her for another round.
