This is simply an extra from my story 'His Lady Mistress', so if you haven't read that one yet, you probably won't understand alot of what happens here! As I do not offer alot of backstory, with regards to that. So, either take it as it is, or read 'His Lady Mistress'!
:) Enjoy!
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Aurore Boreal strutted down the street towards her destination. There really was no other word for how the blonde carried herself! A tight sky blue skirt fell to mid-thigh, black sleeveless blouse tucked in, with so many buttons undone at the throat you could see her blue bra peeking through when she shifted her body. Her ash blonde hair, pinned over one ear, fell in gentle waves. It fell to the middle of her back, and swayed with every step.
Aurore always dressed with the intent of every eye being on her!
She worked hard to keep this body! And with all the extra money she'd been making, it had been easy to afford those breast implants she had gotten a couple years ago. If she had it, why not flaunt it?!
Black 4 inch stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as she came upon her destination. Aurore drew her mouth down in a disgusted frown, before smoothing it away and plastering on her most alluring smile.
Then pushed open the door of Kurtzberg Galleries. Aurore had been instructed to come early. Before the show started.
Marinette said it was something Nathaniel always insisted upon. He didn't want it confirmed that he paid for women. Or something. Which was also why he stuck with one girl for so long.
He had used Marinette for God knew how long. Aurore certainly didn't pay attention to that shit. As soon as Mari had left, Lila had taken her place. All the way up until that stupid Fashion Show when Gabriel Agreste had not so subtly snubbed the gallery owner.
For Marinette! No less.
At the time, Aurore had crowed with laughter. Such classic Gabriel!
Not that she knew him personally. Her father the last 7 years had gotten to be quite good friends with the recluse. Might have had something to do with her own father's semi- reclusive nature since her mother divorced him and remarried 7 years ago.
Not that the blonde had cared. She hadn't seen her mother since she'd been 3. Always off in New York, or Japan, doing whatever her mother decided to do.
Anyway, since that night when Nathaniel childishly allowed Gabriel to walk all over him, the has-been artist had chosen to blame it on Lila not being 'present' enough.
Whatever the fuck that meant!
When news had spread a few weeks after that of the partnership between the Gabriel brand and Marinette's MDC brand, it had made total sense why the recluse had ignored the gallery owner.
That had been 6 months ago.
Lila's loss had been Aurore's gain! Not only was Nathaniel undemanding and generous with his money, but he was an animal between the sheets!
And on the floor. And the chaise in his sun room. Everywhere, really!
Which had surprised the blonde. Lila had claimed he was a dud. The two had only ever tried once. Lila claiming it was enough to cure her of ever wanting to keep trying, regardless of the money!
So when he had offered to Aurore, she had accepted, quite dubious. But willing to make a go at it.
With the express purpose of rubbing it in Lila's face how he had been fucking fantastic with her! Yes, she was fully prepared to lie! Lila and Aurore had a... Unique friendship, of oneupmanship.
Well, imagine the blondes surprise and delight when he hadn't been totally useless in that area! He had eaten her out for what felt like hours! Bringing her to orgasm three times before her legs were shaking so bad she couldn't keep them open.
She had been surprised again when she went to return the favor, and he had teasingly stated that wasn't going to happen! And had rolled her onto her back and propped her legs over his shoulders to immediately thrust deep and hard.
And Aurore had been wild for it!
Whoever had said Nathaniel Kurtzberg was shy and timid had LIED!
Stepping inside the almost dark gallery, she looked around curiously.
How odd. No new artwork adorned the walls or pedestals. Which, don't get me wrong, was great! After the disaterous show Marinette had told them about a couple years ago, she had NOT been looking forward to this one!
Nathaniel had yet to hire her to accompany him to a gallery show. So when she was told to meet him here, she had just assumed.
"Nath!" she called out into the dark and deserted space. "I thought you had a show tonight!"
"No!" came his hollered answer from the back of the gallery. "You assumed. I didn't correct!"
Aurore just rolled her eyes as she sauntered across the smooth floor to the art room.
The art room was where, once upon a time, when Nathaniel had been inspired, he would hole himself up for days just trying to get it all out before it disappeared. But it had been years since the red head had created anything himself. Instead, sponsoring new or returning artists.
Just as she came up to the doorway to the back room, Nathaniel's thin frame filled the space, backlit by the light coming from behind him.
She lifted a curious brow at his attire. Paint splattered jeans under an equally paint splattered painters smock.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she teased.
He just grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the large space.
She was surprised to see an easle set up, canvas already prepped and clamped into place. Next to it was a table set out with rows of paints and brushes, a sketchbook and stack of pencils.
A little farther past that, she noticed the chaise draped in a white silk sheet. Beside that was a old looking ladder back chair, that looked like it should be in someone's garden. The faded yellow paint had chipped away, and more wood showed through than paint!
"What's happening here?!" she asked. "I didn't interrupt, did I?"
"Course not! I just finished getting ready, so your right on time!" as he said this, he drew her towards the chaise, and casually started unbuttoning her blouse, and pulling it out of her skirt.
"Impatient much?" she smirked knowingly.
"Very. But not just for sex. That will have to wait."
Aurore's eyes grew wide. This was definately a new side to Nathaniel! Lately she had noticed he would just run his hands all over her body after they had sex, but she hadn't thought too much of it. She knew she looked good. Had been told so since she was 15. And years been been exceedingly kind to her. At 27, she liked to think of herself in peak form.
When she was down to her blue lacey bra, he reached for the side zipper of her skirt, but she stopped him there. Resting her smooth hand on his rough one, she looked into his startled eyes with her questioning ones.
"What's goin on Nath?"
"Oh! Well, I thought that was obvious. I'm going to draw you."
She hummed quietly in thought. Wierd. Nathaniel had stopped creating his own art. Perhaps she had inspired him? She was vain enough to believe so.
"Well, you should have just said so." and she slowly moved him hand, that was still holding her zipper, down. Until her skirt slid off her hips. Leaving her in the matching thong to her bra.
"Should I keep the shoes on?" she asked softly.
He was gazing at her long legs in admiration. "Hell yes."
She laughed breathily, before placing a hand on her hip.
"Where would you like me Nath?" she purred.
She watched him visibly gulp. And smirked in response. Nath's reactions to her never disappointed.
"On the chair," he croaked, and pulled her by a hand over to it.
Seating her in it, with her ass barely on the hard seat, he instructed her to arch back. She felt his fingers digging the pins out of her hair, and then told to pile her hair up, and let just some fall down.
She couldn't help but smile wantonly at him out of the corner of her eye, as he took a seat and picked up his sketch pad.
She watched his nimble fingers fly across the page, and was reminded of when those same fingers had brought her so much pleasure an innumerable amount of times. She felt her nipples start to tingle and peak.
She saw when he noticed, and was pleased by the smirk he gave her.
Goodness, but this man could drive her wild! Who would have thought she'd have gone for a borderline wallflower?! Not that Nath was boring or uninteresting. He just tended to not like to be at the forefront.
Which she understood! She really did! She just wasn't one of those people! She liked to be in the action. In the moment. Being the life of the party, so to speak.
Aurore refocused on the now at the crinkling of paper. Her furiously working artist had flipped the page, and shifted his seat over 2 feet. She couldn't deny how immensely curious she was as to how he was seeing her. How he was drawing her.
He suddenly reached over to the table for some blue stuff. It just looked like a crayon to her, she wasn't even remotely artsy like that.
Her back was starting to hurt from being pressed up against the back of the chair, so she rolled her shoulders a bit.
Of course, Nath being Nath, noticed immediately.
"You can move from that spot. If you need to walk, by all means, take a couple minutes. When your good, come back and straddle the back of the chair."
Standing up, Aurore stretched as tall as she could. She could just feel his turquoise eyes tracking her every movement. Slowly lowering her arms, she let them run sinuously down her body. Strictly for his benefit.
And ok, a bit for her own. She could feel the warmth between her things starting to build already!
Rather than roam the room, she opted to get into the next position he had requested. Placing her arms crossed on the top of the chair, she rested a cheek on her arms. She had no idea how long he'd be going, so she figured she'd get comfortable while she waited.
Crinkling paper reached her ears seconds later. She went to move her head, but he stopped her.
"Just like that for now."
She smiled softly. Her hair flowing down the back of the chair on one side, the other side of her face completely exposed. She wanted to run her hands through her hair to reposition. To be sure she looked the best she possibly could.
But Nath scolded her the minute she tried. Claiming she was gorgeous and beautiful no matter how she looked.
She let that comment slide, even though she knew it was just flattery. After all she had seen herself first thing in the morning! It wasn't always a pretty sight!
Actually, come to think of it, Nathaniel had seen her quite a number of mornings after as well. That thought made her frown a bit. He had told her she was radiant first thing in the morning. When her eyes were still sleepy looking, and she would half smile. Like she had been having a particularly good dream that she didn't want to end despite waking up.
Which had been ironic. Aurore didn't usually spend the whole night with men. Usually she was a get in, get off, get out kinda gal. Leave them wanting, and they'll come back for more, type thing.
But once she had been so lethargic after their few bouts of sex, that she had fallen asleep on her stomach while she had been reaching for her thong off the floor. Next thing she knew, she had woken up, snuggled up tight against Nath's smooth chest.
That one time had led to her staying over pretty much every time.
She had felt really good doing it too. That one morning when he had waxed poetic at her beauty, she had indeed just woken up from a really good dream. And ironically enough, it had been with them. Waking up exactly that way, but when he had drawn her hand up to kiss her knuckles, she had had the most enormous rock she had ever seen on her ring finger! Snuggled up next to a simple band with 2 diamonds set inside. And Nath had a gold band on his ring finger, with the same 2 small diamonds set inside his!
He had kissed her knuckles, and then slowly up her arm. When he began kissing her shoulders and moved her hair away from her neck, he had greeted her with, "Good morning, my love."
Aurore had woken up with those words in her head. So when he had run a hand slowly down her body, and back up, she could almost hear him speak those words.
And she hadn't wanted to give them up.
"Aurore, could you take off your bra for me?" his question startled her from her memories, but she quickly complied.
She was then placed with her hands resting on her knees, and her head bent down, so it made a curtain across most of her face. Nath came over and adjust her breasts so her nipples were completely covered by one of the bars on the back of the chair.
It made Aurore giggle. Here she was, in nothing but heels and a thong, and he was worried about her nipples?!
But she stayed where he put her, only able to stare at the floor.
Page after page crinkled. Sometimes only 5 minutes between each one. She could hear him moving, but that was it.
"You can move again." he told her finally.
Immediately she got up and stretched again. And this time, when he watched her, there was nothing to cover her top half. And he didn't try and hide the heat in his eyes as he looked at her.
With a shake of his head, he instructed her to move to the chaise.
She pouted.
"If I don't finish this, we'll never get back to it." he stated lowly.
She eyed the chaise, one brow arched.
"Would it be in poor taste to quote titanic right now?!"
He just snickered, shaking his head at her.
But instead of her lounging along the chaise, he got her to sit cross legged on top of the sheet. Then he bunched some up in front of her, and moved one of her arms so she held it between her breasts. Only tasteful sideboob peeked out from either side. He tousled her hair, and i she inwardly cringed.
She had spent a good hour perfecting her hair this evening.
He then stepped behind the canvas this time, and with deft movements got his pallet ready and started painting. At least in this position, she could stay for quite some time. She wasn't sure she'd have been able to in the chair.
After what seemed like only half an hour, he set down all his painting supplies, grabbing his sketch pad and pencils once more.
When he seated himself behind her, she blushed a little.
He had seen so much of her already, she wasn't sure why this made her feel different.
Maybe because normally, they went out. Then came back and were immediately touching each other.
She actually quite loved how they couldn't seem to get enough of each other! Just like that, her embarrassment was replaced by a flush for an entirely different reason!
As the night went on, he had her pull a leg up and wrap her arms around it. Lie on her back across the chaise, with her head at the edge, so just her hair fell to the floor. Then lie on her stomach, arms crossed in front of her, head rested against them.
It hadn't been how she had expected to spend her night. But he had paid for the date. He got what he wanted.
And when the evening turned to night, and they moved upstairs to his apartment above the gallery, they both got what they wanted.
But deep inside - and Aurore didn't know when it started- she had started to yearn for more.
...
Months after that, Aurore found herself taking the familiar path to Nath's gallery. This time, for a really art show.
Or so she had been assured.
For the evening, she had chosen a pale blue halter dress that dipped to her waist in the back, making it impossible to wear a bra. In front was a respectable high collar. The skirt fell to her knees, and swirled as she moved her hips. The bottom of the skirt started out a navy blue, but faded to the pale blue half way up the skirt. And what looked like lightning was stitched up one side of the skirt.
Marinette had really outdone herself with this one!
To finish off the look, Aurore had pulled all her hair over one shoulder, braiding half of it, and curled the ends. And one long strand was left out, curled by her ear on the other. This time, her heels were pure white.
This time, as Aurore neared the door, she could already hear the soft sounds of music filtering out, and see that all the lights were lit up behind the frosted windows.
Stepping over to the door, she let herself inside, and promptly froze.
For there, on every wall surface and pedestal, was her.
Or rather, paintings and sketches and her. From that session awhile back with Nath.
Uickly, heels tapping on the floor, she moved from one, to the other, to the other.
Her in the chair, where you could only see her back, and her hair like gold fire falling. Another of her in the chair from the side, everything else muted but for the blue her used on her bra and panties. Her straddling the chair, nude except for that thong. A painting from the front, her head resting on her folded arms, her eyes closed and a smile on her face, like she was in love. Her from behind in the chair, that T from her thong being the centerpoint on the painting, done in that same blue as the others.
And there were more. So many more!
Her kn the chaise, looking like she had just been ravaged and was waiting for her lover to come do it again. From the side, where you could only see the barest hint of that thong. It was more about the swell of her ass and the curve of her back there.
Her on her back. He had done it all in shadows, where you could only make out her chin and the swells of her breasts.
There were so many!
Her eyes didn't know where to stop!
Until she landed on the one of her straddling the chair, where it looked like she was thinking about her love.
Walking up to it, she touched her painted face, almost reverantly.
"Do you like it?" was whispered over her shoulder.
Startled, she whirled around, coming face to face with Nathaniel.
"I-" but she didn't know what to say. Her eyes darted around at the gallery full of nothing but her.
"Speechless?" he asked, with a smile on his face." I never thought id see the day."
That at least snapped her out of it a little.
She gave a short laugh, before asking, almost desperately, "What is all this Nath?"
"I would have thought it was obvious." the same line he used when he had painted her. "The name of the exhibit is 'My Love'. "
A hand softly brushed her arm, and she whimpered softly. "Don't play with me." she begged.
"Well, I can't promise that." she smirked. "But im not playing about this."
Something shiny caught her eye, and Aurore glanced down to see his hand held out to her, with the biggest rock she had only ever seen once before in her dreams.
"Will you be my love, Aurore?" he asked hesitantly.
Big fat tears started to run down her cheeks, but Aurore didn't care! She wrapped her arms around Nathaniel's shoulders and chanted, "Yss, yes, yes! A million times yes!"
Warm hands drew her back and framing her face, drew her in for the sweetest kiss.
"I love you Aurore," he murmured against her lips.
"I love you Nathaniel. My love."
The End!