Collection of sin - Officer Wang's secret fantasies (ZhanYi-FF)

Catch me if you can! - Part three

3. Catch me if you can!

"Let me paint you. Naked, on the bed, just like that…"

I shouldn't trust myself to make decisions while aroused or in any form of delirium.

But with my mental companions currently lying on the floor - obviously useless as usual and borderline drunk from the aftermath of a few moments ago, here I was. Sprawled on the rumpled, red satin sheets with my hands tied above my head and only wearing…. a tight leather collar and a few metal chains attached to it.

Though I felt immensely embarrassed, I had to admit that Xiao Zhan had a flair for creating an atmosphere that was both incredibly erotic and aesthetic. He just lit some candles and draped them around me and the bed, tugging a bit at the shimmering fabrics I was lying on so my body literally glowed. Along with the metal chains reflecting the warm light, it had to be a really stunning play of light and shadow - with me at the centre.

Seriously, are you an art professor now, Wang Yi Bo? A stunning play of light and shadow? Are you sure you're not drunk like your mental companions? What the hell got into you? Except for Xiao Zhan's impressive dick…

And that wasn't even all. Before I could immerse myself in my newfound modelling career, Xiao Zhan "added" something to complete his vision of his painting. He named it the authentic finishing touch. I called it an outrageous, indescribable torment.

Just as I was thinking about it, a tingling sensation spread up my butt, hit me from the inside and coursed through my whole body, making me squirm on the sheets.

Shit!

Another wave, stronger this time, made me gasp loudly and inwardly curse the innocently smiling Xiao Zhan behind the canvas in the corner.

"Is this really necessary?" I managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth while trying to fight down the arousing sensations that pooled in my stomach.

"Of course it is."

"I dare to have my doubts," I barked.

"No need. You are doing so well, so natural. A real talent!" He really had the audacity to praise me, knowing exactly what was happening. And that smug smile!

"Natural my ass…" I snarled at him, barely able to stop myself from rubbing my ass on the smooth bedding.

I heard him giggling behind his painting, making me glare menacingly in his direction. Maybe I could burn a hole into the canvas if I tried hard enough.

"Oh, your ass is just fine. I'm sure you wouldn't disagree, would you?" His voice sounded so shamelessly amused. I guess I knew why he tied me up earlier, considering the amount of fury piling up inside me.

What a devil! How could I possibly feel attracted to someone as devious, treacherous, mean, ...handsome, sexy, talented as him… oh god, is that a mole under his lips? It looked somehow familiar…

Goddammit! This is killing me!

Authentic expression, he said! Honest body language, he said! This Picasso 2.0* stuffed me with a fucking vibrating egg. The uncontrollable vibrations emanating from that device of fornication caused me to slowly lose my remaining sanity. I couldn't even distinguish between my anger over what he had done and my growing arousal.

(A/n: Picasso was known for his obsession with naked bodies, which he studied and painted well into old age.)

"Maybe we should give your ass a little taste of your so-called authenticity…" I mumbled, more to myself than actually speaking to him, but he heard me nonetheless.