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Picking up the paintbrush again, I pointed it at her. “You probably should get undressed. Unless you want your pretty outfit to get ruined.”
God it was fun watching her get all twitterpated and out of sorts.
She had her teacher face on as she shook her finger at me. “Lennon Ames, I don’t know what you think you’re up to, but you need to stop this ridiculousness right now, and… and… put your clothes back on!”
“Oh I do, do I? I think you’re forgetting one important thing, babygirl.” I reached down to adjust myself. I didn’t need to, I just wanted to watch her reaction.
Worth it. Her pupils dilated, her throat constricted, and I swore I could see her heart beating.
“You’re forgetting that I’m not some dumb college kid anymore. This is not your classroom, and you are not in charge here. I am. Now, get undressed or suffer the consequences.” I pulled back the paintbrush to prove I was ready to fling the paint at any given moment.
“This is utterly ridiculous,” she grumbled as she began to remove her jewelry. “If you want me to paint, making a mess is not the way to convince me it's a good idea. Do you know how hard it is going to be to clean this up? Have you even thought about that?” Her voice slowly rose as she got to the end of her rant.
To prove I wasn’t going to be swayed, I turned toward the wall and let the paint fly.
Zoe let out a squeal of outrage. “What are you doing?”
“I’m bringing some fun and color into your life. Why do you still have clothes on?” I asked as I picked up the two bottles of opened paint and pointed them at the wall.
“No! Okay, okay!” She hurried out of her clothes, tossing them angrily out of harm's way.
“Ah that’s better.” I took a moment to admire her standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. The woman was a fucking goddess and all I wanted to do was worship every inch of her, but that would have to wait. I had a point to make. Shifting my aim, I gave the two bottles a squeeze and let the stream of paint fly in her direction.
Looking down at her paint-splattered body, I saw the exact moment that she decided to seek her revenge.
“Show me what you’ve got, babygirl.” I put my arms out to the side, taunting her, inviting her to play right into my hands.
She grabbed for a tube and gave me the same treatment, splattering yellow paint all over my torso. From there, it was on. We both scrambled for bottles of paint and squirted them all over one another.
Zoe screamed and giggled as we chased each other around the dining table, covering each other from head to toe in every paint color under the sun, or at least all of the colors we’d bought together earlier in the week. Once the bottles were empty, I abandoned them and lunged for her. The floor was slippery, and she couldn’t get any traction to avoid my advances.
“Lennon, no!” she cried as I engulfed her in my arms, fighting against my hold.
My feet slid on paint, making me rethink my plans slightly. Instead of wrestling her up against the wall and kissing her senseless, I wrestled her to the ground and covered her body with mine.
“Naughty little Picasso.” I clicked my tongue and shook my head.
“Me? You started it! How am I the naughty one?” She squirmed, no doubt feeling the wet paint squish between her back and the cool tile.
“Yes, I did start it, but you’re still naughty. Using Daddy’s name over and over. It's very naughty. How am I supposed to get you to follow that rule, huh?”
Unable to help myself, I touched my lips to hers, taking her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, the complete opposite of what I’d subjected her to in her hallway. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me in closer. I allowed it, only because I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I was only human for fuck’s sake. We made out like horny teenagers, our hands exploring each other's bodies while our tongues danced an intimate tango.
Giving the cup of her bra a rough yank, I freed her breast and fondled the soft flesh. Her nipple tightened beneath my palm and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. My cock ached to be inside of her, but there was paint everywhere and it didn’t seem like the best idea. I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against hers. “Fuck, I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes, please. Daddy, please.”
“Don't do that.” I was barely holding back as it was, and hearing her beg for it made it nearly impossible. “I can’t fuck you for the first time on your dining room floor while we’re covered in paint.” I hopped to my feet and helped her to stand. “Shower. Now. Go.” I turned her away from me and landed a satisfying smack to her panty- covered ass.
She jumped and skittered out of the room, presumably to do as I’d instructed. I took the moment to enjoy the look of my paint-covered handprint staining the most perfect ass I’d ever laid eyes on. And I co-owned a BDSM club; I’d seen a lot of nice asses. Taking a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down before I followed her into the shower, I took stock of the room. Everything from floor to ceiling was splattered with multiple colors of paint, including her dining room table and chairs. The perfectly pristine room was gone and in its wake was a beautiful disaster.
CHAPTER 9
ZOE
I ran to the shower, doing my level best to ignore the fact that I was tracking paint through my house. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body hummed from Lennon’s treatment. I made it to my bathroom; glad he wasn’t right behind me. It gave me a second to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. My body craved him in every way possible, but once he finally saw all of me, would he feel the same? He was a fit, sexy-as-hell, young man and I was… well, an old lady. No matter how many compliments or reassurances he gave, I couldn’t reconcile our age difference.
“You’re thinking way too hard, Little Picasso. Why aren’t you naked yet?” Lennon said as he slid the shower door open, leveling me with that deliciously dominant stare of his.