Paradise: The Masters of The Order Novel Two Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jillian Verne
you to Nicolai, but first, come. You should meet Julianne. She’s the model for every piece on display tonight. The exhibit is dedicated to her.”
Isabella picked up a hint of sadness in Jerard’s voice, but the man was a virtual stranger so she resisted her natural urge to comfort and didn’t comment.
Jerard pulled her farther into the crowded room and stopped in front of a petite woman with a dark mane to match her own. “Julí, I would like to introduce Isabella, Craig and Carlo.”
When Julianne turned, Isabella could only stare. She was so exotic.
“ Bienvenue, amis . We are honored to have you attend our opening.”
The intrigue of this woman was irresistible. Julianne seemed quite proper, modestly dressed in an embroidered chartreuse satin gown, yet there were naked representations of her all around them. And she wasn’t simply posing in most of them. Judging from the art, she was a deeply submissive woman and obviously very daring.
How much courage must she have just to do those things, let alone share this level of intimacy with strangers? What would it feel like to live the fantasy?
Before Isabella could speak, someone else tugged on Julianne’s arm. She smiled politely as she turned away. “Enjoy the experience. I hope you find inspiration here.”
“Wow. I wish I was beautiful like that,” Isabella whispered to Craig.
Jerard answered, “You are beautiful, Isabella. You could make a grown man cry looking the way you do.”
Craig leaned in to peck a kiss on her cheek and whispered, “My loss. Your gain. Remember what I said about the dress.”
She smiled at him. Craig was a true friend.
They wandered around the room, looking at the magnificent art and sipping liquid courage. The setting was more than a little intimidating. One piece caught Isabella’s attention and she drifted away from the men toward it.
There, on a floating white wall, was a gigantic painting of Julianne in a very seductive pose. On closer inspection, it was actually a photograph that had been painted over in places. Julianne wore nothing but pink ballet shoes with long ribbons that tied in an elaborate weave up her legs to her thighs. Pink lines ran over the rest of her skin, mirroring the design of the ribbon. Next to it was a little placard with, “The Erotic Dance in Pink by Nicolai Stavros, 2014. 140,000€,” written on it.
Enticing sounds echoed from behind the wall and Isabella slipped around it to get a peek at the source. A group was watching a film on a huge high-resolution screen that hung on the other side. Julianne was poised, larger than life, against a Lucite fixture. A shirtless man in white pants circled around her wielding a thin cane. Even though his face wasn’t captured in the frame, she knew he was Nicolai, Julianne’s lover.
Isabella’s skin flushed with instant arousal. She felt hot, paralyzed by a foreign, yet somehow familiar need, completely captivated by the sexual image. Her jaw went slack as she watched Nicolai hit Julianne repeatedly to leave those pink marks on her smooth skin. It does look like an erotic dance . When he finished, Nicolai leaned over and kissed Julianne tenderly. The intimacy between them burned into Isabella’s imagination.
So much love and care, despite the harsh actions. What would I give to know a passion like that?
Easing against a wall for support, Isabella was mesmerized as the endless loop of film began to play again.
*****
Jacques watched the lovely lady in black from a discreet distance. She was oblivious to his deep stare. She was oblivious to everything, except the image on the screen. The crowded gallery around her seemed to have faded from her awareness, she was so fully absorbed.
Voluptuous breasts rose and fell with her heavy breath and little dots of sweat glistened on her brow. Her succulent red lips had fallen open, just begging to be kissed. He could practically feel her arousal and imagined running his hands up those silken thighs to
Isabella picked up a hint of sadness in Jerard’s voice, but the man was a virtual stranger so she resisted her natural urge to comfort and didn’t comment.
Jerard pulled her farther into the crowded room and stopped in front of a petite woman with a dark mane to match her own. “Julí, I would like to introduce Isabella, Craig and Carlo.”
When Julianne turned, Isabella could only stare. She was so exotic.
“ Bienvenue, amis . We are honored to have you attend our opening.”
The intrigue of this woman was irresistible. Julianne seemed quite proper, modestly dressed in an embroidered chartreuse satin gown, yet there were naked representations of her all around them. And she wasn’t simply posing in most of them. Judging from the art, she was a deeply submissive woman and obviously very daring.
How much courage must she have just to do those things, let alone share this level of intimacy with strangers? What would it feel like to live the fantasy?
Before Isabella could speak, someone else tugged on Julianne’s arm. She smiled politely as she turned away. “Enjoy the experience. I hope you find inspiration here.”
“Wow. I wish I was beautiful like that,” Isabella whispered to Craig.
Jerard answered, “You are beautiful, Isabella. You could make a grown man cry looking the way you do.”
Craig leaned in to peck a kiss on her cheek and whispered, “My loss. Your gain. Remember what I said about the dress.”
She smiled at him. Craig was a true friend.
They wandered around the room, looking at the magnificent art and sipping liquid courage. The setting was more than a little intimidating. One piece caught Isabella’s attention and she drifted away from the men toward it.
There, on a floating white wall, was a gigantic painting of Julianne in a very seductive pose. On closer inspection, it was actually a photograph that had been painted over in places. Julianne wore nothing but pink ballet shoes with long ribbons that tied in an elaborate weave up her legs to her thighs. Pink lines ran over the rest of her skin, mirroring the design of the ribbon. Next to it was a little placard with, “The Erotic Dance in Pink by Nicolai Stavros, 2014. 140,000€,” written on it.
Enticing sounds echoed from behind the wall and Isabella slipped around it to get a peek at the source. A group was watching a film on a huge high-resolution screen that hung on the other side. Julianne was poised, larger than life, against a Lucite fixture. A shirtless man in white pants circled around her wielding a thin cane. Even though his face wasn’t captured in the frame, she knew he was Nicolai, Julianne’s lover.
Isabella’s skin flushed with instant arousal. She felt hot, paralyzed by a foreign, yet somehow familiar need, completely captivated by the sexual image. Her jaw went slack as she watched Nicolai hit Julianne repeatedly to leave those pink marks on her smooth skin. It does look like an erotic dance . When he finished, Nicolai leaned over and kissed Julianne tenderly. The intimacy between them burned into Isabella’s imagination.
So much love and care, despite the harsh actions. What would I give to know a passion like that?
Easing against a wall for support, Isabella was mesmerized as the endless loop of film began to play again.
*****
Jacques watched the lovely lady in black from a discreet distance. She was oblivious to his deep stare. She was oblivious to everything, except the image on the screen. The crowded gallery around her seemed to have faded from her awareness, she was so fully absorbed.
Voluptuous breasts rose and fell with her heavy breath and little dots of sweat glistened on her brow. Her succulent red lips had fallen open, just begging to be kissed. He could practically feel her arousal and imagined running his hands up those silken thighs to
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