"No minimum," he said, waving the thought away dismissively. "If you do not care to stop by, that is your business and none of mine. For now we shall say no more than three times a week? My sense of time it not what it could be. More than that and I may think you never left. Stop by in the mornings, when the shop is yet closed – easier that way. I shall have you for breakfast! If I do not let you in it will mean I am not in the mood for you, and you must not take it personally."
What a tidy little arrangement this could be.
"I do not mind if you allow yourself to wander," he assured her. "Do let me know if you ever require assistance wandering back." He might not give it, but then again, he might. It couldn't hurt him to offer, it wouldn't hurt her to ask. Difficult to make promises when he could not know what kind of man he would be the next time he saw her, whenever he saw her, whatever happened between one moment and the next.
Her embarrassment at her own fear made him laugh. Still treading such a cautious line, she still wanted some certain amount of respect, though her definition was her own. Few would find his treatment of her thus far to be respectful, but he respected her more for it, if he was honest. "Go ahead and stand," he said, "I like it better this way." He had to bend lower than he would if she was sitting on a stool, but he liked that. It made her feel more like a doll for him to paint. He opened the darker shade of red to touch one side of the brush to it, before capping it and setting it on the counter with the other.
Leaning down, his left hand held her jaw steady, careful with the points of his nails against her skin. "Open your mouth a little, dear – yes, lovely, thank you." His eyes were on her lips as he painted a careful outline, filling in more near the corners. "I did not mean to tease," he assured her, which was not entirely true. But they were being honest, after all, and he wanted to be clear that he was well aware he'd triggered something. Such things were tricky business for a man like him. He needed to know what they were if he was going to manage them properly. "I have to be so careful, you know, with some people." He let her go long enough to switch colors, coating the other side of the brush in a lighter shade before holding her still again. "They seem to think that if they take their eyes off me for even a moment, my cock will make its way into their mouths by magic – wishful thinking on their parts, n'est-ce pas?"
He blended it as best he could, in a few spots using one of his fingers to pat gently at it and smooth the transition between light and dark. Then he stood, admiring his handiwork. "Ah! As I suspected, you look divine. With more time I could do more, but such was not our agreement today. Nonetheless, you must admire yourself in a mirror before you go. Will you be taking your old clothes with you, or shall I destroy them?"
What a tidy little arrangement this could be.
"I do not mind if you allow yourself to wander," he assured her. "Do let me know if you ever require assistance wandering back." He might not give it, but then again, he might. It couldn't hurt him to offer, it wouldn't hurt her to ask. Difficult to make promises when he could not know what kind of man he would be the next time he saw her, whenever he saw her, whatever happened between one moment and the next.
Her embarrassment at her own fear made him laugh. Still treading such a cautious line, she still wanted some certain amount of respect, though her definition was her own. Few would find his treatment of her thus far to be respectful, but he respected her more for it, if he was honest. "Go ahead and stand," he said, "I like it better this way." He had to bend lower than he would if she was sitting on a stool, but he liked that. It made her feel more like a doll for him to paint. He opened the darker shade of red to touch one side of the brush to it, before capping it and setting it on the counter with the other.
Leaning down, his left hand held her jaw steady, careful with the points of his nails against her skin. "Open your mouth a little, dear – yes, lovely, thank you." His eyes were on her lips as he painted a careful outline, filling in more near the corners. "I did not mean to tease," he assured her, which was not entirely true. But they were being honest, after all, and he wanted to be clear that he was well aware he'd triggered something. Such things were tricky business for a man like him. He needed to know what they were if he was going to manage them properly. "I have to be so careful, you know, with some people." He let her go long enough to switch colors, coating the other side of the brush in a lighter shade before holding her still again. "They seem to think that if they take their eyes off me for even a moment, my cock will make its way into their mouths by magic – wishful thinking on their parts, n'est-ce pas?"
He blended it as best he could, in a few spots using one of his fingers to pat gently at it and smooth the transition between light and dark. Then he stood, admiring his handiwork. "Ah! As I suspected, you look divine. With more time I could do more, but such was not our agreement today. Nonetheless, you must admire yourself in a mirror before you go. Will you be taking your old clothes with you, or shall I destroy them?"
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