Dylan Quinn loved the art world. It was a shame the art world didn’t know his name – yet. Meeting raven haired Serena in the restaurant where he worked to pay the bills would change all that before he knew it. She was tempting beyond words, but it was his own words that drew her to him. Dylan admitted he’d sell his soul to the devil to be famous – and the devil was looking for a new playmate. He’d never been a submissive, but for Serena, he’s learn and do anything she asked of him. One look into her eyes, one taste of her lips and his heart was at her feet. The eons she’d wandered the Earth making the same deals felt empty now – she’d never become attached, never allowed a pet into her heart. Since being cast down, she felt unworthy of being loved – until now.
She smiled again. "I always knew where you were. We made a deal, and I had to keep tabs on you to see how you were progressing. Now, tell me, how do you want to capture my image, Dylan?"
He sipped his coffee and set it on the coffee table before sliding to the end of the chair so his knees almost touched hers. "I have been thinking about that all morning. I've been trying to come up with just the right answer, just the right medium to perfectly capture your beauty, your essence, but all of them speak to me. It would certainly take a long time indeed, if we were to do a photo shoot with all of the lenses and film choices I have available, not to mention what I can do digitally. Settings for paintings, and modeling for sculptures would take much more time, but I'll leave it up to you. How much work do you want to do with me? How long do you want to spend with me? To be perfectly honest, I couldn't be happy with just one or two pictures, or one painting or sculpture. I want to do an entire show of paintings, photos and sculptures of you. You are perfection, Serena."
She made herself blush and look away from Dylan for a moment, then looked back at him from under her lashes. "You would have asked to keep me with you for a long time, Dylan."
He licked his lips and nodded. "Yes, I would. Would you mind? Is there a Mister that would mind?"
Serena laughed and shook her head. Her black curls bouncing with the motion. "No Mister. I told you I've watched you. I've seen you with other women, and I like what I see. Do you want me, Dylan? Do you want more fame, fortune and power? More money?" Her pink tongue darted out and moistened her lips. "Do you want the rest of your dreams?"
Dylan leaned in to her. "You know I do, Serena. What do you want? What do I have to do get you and my dreams?"
A paper appeared on the coffee table, and she smiled as she stood, slowly unzipping her dress. "There it is. Your contract, Dylan. You can be old-fashioned, and you can sign it in blood, if you wish, but you must understand that we do it my way."
Dylan watched the zipper falling on her dress. It gaped open showing her ample, plump tits. He felt his cock pressing against his zipper and licked his lips. "What's your way?"
"You can take me and my rules willingly, Dylan. Everything that you wish for will be yours. And I will always be yours. If you take me willingly into your bed, you will be my pet. I will give you everything you want, but in turn, you will give me everything I want." Serena smile was positively devilish.
In a haze of lust he watched her dress pool at her feet, and she stood before him in a bra that didn't cover her nipples, the wire and lace were just a shelf for her bountiful breasts, a garter belt, G-string, hose, and heels. Dylan's mouth went dry as he nodded and reached for her.
"Contract first, darling." With her fingernail, she sliced opened his palm and he stared at it for just second before smacking the paper. "Good boy. Now let me see that hand." He held it up and she licked the cut. He watched with wonder as it closed just as the contract disappeared. "I know I'd rather not do things the old-fashioned way like that, but old habits die hard. You belong only to me now, Dylan. Be a good boy and get those clothes off."
"I prefer Mistress." Serena smiled at him.
"Yes, Mistress." Dylan shed his tank top and jeans as fast as he could, and knelt at her feet.
"What a good boy, you are! Kiss my shoes. Worship them, and tell me how much you love them." She sat on the sofa and watched him lean down on all fours toward her feet. A quirt appeared in her hand and she rubbed it over his bare back and his perfectly rounded ass.
Dylan's back arched up and down like a cat as he licked along the side and sole of her foot and kissed the top of her shoe. Slowly, reverently he kissed and licked from her toes around to her heel, feeling the leather thongs, stroking his back and ass cheeks. As he finished circling her shoe, he slowly raised his eyes to hers. "Mistress Serena, may I worship the other shoe?"
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