The most incredible feature of the room, however, was the huge ceiling to floor windows in the wall opposite the door. They gave beautiful shots of a garden below the windows and stacked in front of the center of these windows was a mountain of art supplies, some of the most expensive I’d ever seen. Canvas’, an easel, and various types of drawing materials were set up next to a small desk. It was a far cry from a notebook and pencil.
I looked back up at Gio waiting for him to pull some sort of ‘gotcha’ or ‘sike,’ but he just looked down at me and asked, “Will this do?”
An awkward chuckle bubbled out of me. “Y-yeah. This is wonderful, thank you.”
He gave me a smile. “Of course, if you need anything else,” his eyes locked into mine and it felt like being snared in a trap, “just ask nicely.”
Another chill ran down my spine, but I nodded, nonetheless. “Okay, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” and with nothing else, he left.
I stood frozen in the entryway of my new room with Gio’s husky voice ringing in my ears.
Just what exactly had I gotten myself into?
13
GIO
The week following Avion finally making her first request of me had been a much more pleasurable experience. I was glad I was finally able to show her the actual room I’d prepared for her. She’d officially taken her first step into learning that when she asked me for something when she gave me control, she got good things in response. The look on her face as she took in her new room, especially with the last-minute addition of the art supplies, was exactly what I was after. I wanted to see her face twisted in pleasure when she realized that letting me dominate her sexually could lead her to a whole new world. We were closer than ever now. I’d never had to put this amount of effort into getting a sub before, but in a way, I knew that it was going to make it that much sweeter.
I was earning it so that when I finally had it, it’d be that much better.
I’d spent most of the week at KGP that week, due to a lot of work needing my attention there, so I hadn’t gotten to check in on her much. I’d stopped by on my way in and out a few times, not getting nearly as icy a reception as I had before I moved her, but I needed a more prolonged experience, to really see how much I’d tipped the needle.
I finally received my opportunity to do so one Saturday morning when it seemed both of my jobs were going to give me some time to breathe. Milli had a good handle on the situation with the other Narzands, and Kelly and Punk had things at the company taken care of and were taking the weekend off after a long week. I’d reward myself by indulging in Avion a bit.
Rather than letting the staff bring her breakfast as they had been, I collected that morning’s meal from the kitchen and brought it up to her room myself. I knocked on the door, immediately getting a “Yeah?” so I opened the door and entered.
Avion was standing near her desk and art supplies, with the sleeves of her shirt rolled up, working on a painting. She was a mess, which somehow made her look even more beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and the morning sun was casting a glow across her skin that made her look borderline angelic.
It wasn’t fair for someone to be so stunning.
“Good morning,” I said.
She looked over at me and gave me a bright smile. “Good morning.”
“I brought you breakfast.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll get to it in just a second. I’m almost done.”
I set it on the table and then walked over to where she was working. “A morning painting session?” I got experimental with our space, seeing how close I could get to her without her saying anything, but I was able to pull up directly behind her and she didn’t seem too concerned.
“Yeah. I couldn’t really sleep, so I painted instead.”
I looked over the canvas, immediately recognizing the landscape as the Seine River in Paris with a glimpse of Notre Dame in the distance. “France. The Seine,” I said. “This is very accurate. Have you spent a lot of time there?”
She shook her head as she dobbed the final touches on the twilight sky she was painting. “No, but I’ve always dreamed of going, maybe even living there. My mother was from there and used to show me pictures all the time. When she was alive, I was pen pals with my grandparents, but I haven’t spoken with them in years, a decade or more. I don’t even know if they’re alive.”
Immediately, my mind started to mull over how easy or difficult it would be for me to find out if her grandparents were still living without her knowing, but then I stopped short.
Why would I do that?
“Well, I’ve been, and I can tell you that this is a beautiful depiction,” I told her. “I’m surprised you’re doing it just based on your memory of pictures.”
She turned and smiled up at me. “Thank you.” She finished up what she was doing and then set down her paints. I could see her considering something carefully in her brain before she finally said, “Um… Can I ask you for something?”
It set me on fire to hear her say those words. “Of course.”
