- LINA -
In a dimly lit hotel room, I woke up to erotic sensations all over my body. I smelled the classy scent of musk and heard heavy breathing so close that it jolted me from sleep.  As I opened my eyes, I saw five good-looking men speaking in different languages, greeting me. They were in black suits, ogling at my body, busying their hands on every inch of my skin.

I was a bit pinned down on the soft bed and could not move. I realised I was tied to the bed, as a pair of hands caressed my fishnet stockings-clad thighs. Two other pairs of warm hands kneaded my breasts, making them heavier as my chest was heaving.

Still oblivious to what was actually happening, I tried to tell the men to stop, but as soon as I opened my mouth, an index finger slid into my mouth, and two other fingers probed my velvet folds beneath my lacy black lingerie. My protest was drowned by the men’s moans.

The bearded white man asked me to suck his finger and whispered, “Du bist so schön. Lass uns an dir weiden.”

My body tensed, and I obliged. As I licked and sucked his finger, he cupped my face and brushed my hair with his fingertips. Soon my hips started to gyrate as another man’s fingers probed my labia more intensely.

Then I felt light filling my eyes and heard Phil’s voice, “You always like to wake up with my kisses.” I opened my eyes for real – partly relieved that the foreplay for a gangbang was just actually a dream.

Phil smiled, and we locked lips gently. His tongue tasted like coffee, and his hands caressing my breasts were heaven. I then felt fingers running through my legs. And so I broke the kiss and looked under the sheets. There was Addie, naked like Phil, crouching his way to my inner thighs.

He flashed that boyish smile at me, and the tingling sensation from down there made my heart beat faster.

“Oh, good morning, you two!” That’s the only thing that I could say as these men tried to continue the fun that we had last night.

Now Phil kissed my neck and my shoulders as he led my hand to stroke his growing member. I let out a moan as he sucked my right nipple and as he twisted the left one. He knew exactly how to play my body like an instrument. It’s just that since last night he had been sharing his craftsmanship with Addie.

The young hotel manager grazed his lips towards my inner thighs as he entwined his fingers with my G-strings. I know that through this beige lace, he could see my freshly shaved pussy now almost soaked in the wetness that they were giving me.

“Oh godddd!”

More sunlight peeked through the big glass window. It hadn’t touched my skin, but I was already so warm. Addie pulled my G-string and started to lick my perineum upwards, up to my clit. I spread my legs even more as my fingers pulled his wavy hair.

“Oh god, you guys, don’t stopppp!”

Phil locked his lips with mine again, driving his tongue furiously into my mouth. He bit my tongue. I groaned as my hand caressed his balls. They were so heavy; he could cum right then and there. But then, his phone rang.

“Fuck!” My publisher answered his phone. His face turned more pinkish as he listened intently on the phone. I was still stroking his cock, hoping he could easily get back to action, but no. He waved his hand and mouthed, “Sorry.”

He stood up and gestured to Addie to take care of me. Then he left the room and continued the phone conversation in the living room.

Just when the door lock clicked, Addie went back to feasting on my pearls. He spread my labia to focus on my clit, and he swirled his wonderful tongue around the small shaft and my clit hood. I arched my back and lifted my hips so he could eat me well.

He flattened his tongue from my pearl to my mons pubis, my abs, and my breasts. He sucked them as he looked into my eyes. As he leaned in, I could feel his long, hard cock touching my labia. And god, I wanted him to take me right there already.

“You don’t know how much I’ve played this scene in my mind as I read you over and over again!”  There was a deep hunger in his voice that I wanted to satisfy.

“Then show me!” I urged him by raising my legs.

Addie knelt on the bed and freed me from my G-string. As soon as he tossed it away, he put a pillow under my lower back, pulled my hips closer, and held my legs up wide open.

In an instant, his hard rock mushroom head was teasing my labia. He moved it lightly, touching my clit down my slit and upward again, spreading our combined pre-cum. It felt like forever. The electric current in my body was blowing up.

“Fuck me already, please!”

“Say, ‘Please, fuck me, Addie.'”

“Please fuck me, Addie!”

And he did. He pushed his raging cock inside my tight, wet pussy. His push and pull was so intense, driving me crazy.

I’ve never had this intimate encounter with a fan, so I did not really know what to expect. But if I had to do this again, it would definitely be with this guy.

“You want my cock so bad?”

“Yes!”

“Say my name.”

“Yes, Addie. I want your cock so badly.”

I gyrated in cadence with his perfect rhythm. Surprisingly, even without Phil, we made a perfect harmony.

As he slammed into me faster, he closed my legs. Holding them up with one hand, he held the side of my hip as he bucked harder.

“Oh, Addie! Yes, yes, yes! Just like that!  God, you are so good!” I could not hide my need to blend in with his rhapsody. I almost forgot about Phil.

“I stroked myself almost everywhere in my apartment thinking of you,” he gasped as I clenched him down there.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Everywhere. And you always made me cum… So you will cum for me when I command it, understood?”

I sighed and nodded in agreement. His voice was firm, even if his legs were shaking and his balls were bulging even more. Every time he thrust his cock deeper, my pussy walls seemed to spasm. He twisted my nipples as he pushed deeper and deeper.

On a whim, at his command, I flooded his manhood while gasping for air. In turn, he came with guttural sounds and collapsed onto me, sobbing and saying, “I love you,” audibly.

I wrapped my arms around him and let my fingers trail on his back to calm him down. I’d never been with any man so swept by his passion like this. It’s uncharted territory that I didn’t expect to experience on tour.

“Now you know how much I feel for you,” Addie whispered in my ear as his head was nested in my neck. I couldn’t say which was the warmest – his sweat, his tears, or his orgasm inside me.

“Thank you for letting me know,” I said. And I said it in all sincerity.

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- ADDIE -
After this laid-back brunch with Lina and Phil by the pool, I had to prepare for this exhibit, so even if I still wanted to look at her, I excused myself and left.

I took another day off at work to make sure that this night would be more unforgettable for my Lina. Yes, I was calling her mine. I knew it would surprise her. But she would get used to it soon.

I may sound desperate, but I really wanted her. We are the right fit.

Years ago, my move to Berlin as an immigrant was brutally hard. It wasn’t easy to make friends. Life had been so fast-paced. And people here just looked after themselves. I felt disconnected from the world. Then, I got to read “The Aria” for the first time. I suddenly felt I could breathe and survive and thrive here.

Lina gave my life back. I worked my way up because she lit me up every single time I opened the pages of her books. She understood the pain of loss and abandonment. Never felt alone anymore. That’s what her pen did to me.

Opening this exhibit the other day was a feat. Even if no one else came aside from my agent and the museum staff, it was all right. I just need one person to see my work. And my job is done.

I made sure that Lina would come alone. Phil would have a tummy issue. With the stress that he seemed to have in that boring online meeting, he wouldn’t even accuse the hotel of feeding him something bad. He had to stay in bed, so my Lina and I could have this date unbothered.

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- LINA -
Everything was supposed to be perfect for this museum visit except that Phil was not with me. His tummy ache was so bad that he had to beg off. Still, I dressed up for the occasion. Even if he was weak, his eyes drank in my body as I dressed up. At least he knew I was ready to make an effort for him.

Clad in a beige satin cowl neck dress, small pearl earrings, and a pair of gold-accented stilettos, I got off the limo. The museum looked so grand. Its facade was impressive and so inviting to a curious soul.

I felt small in places like this. An average Asian soaking in the beginning of success and now about to mingle with elite-looking Europeans who were in awe of history and art as I was.

Pale marble, enormous windows, and strong columns have welcomed guests at the Alte Nationalgalerie. The jazz concert’s crowd gathered early in the garden area where drinks were served. Purple and golden lights dazzled the stage in front of the museum.

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- ADDIE -
Even from afar, my Lina stood out from the crowd. She was simply irresistible, even with some light makeup on. I loved how she set her wavy hair on the side. And that dress! Ugh! Her full breasts hugged by that satin were to die for!

She climbed the steps slowly, and I guess she was looking for me. I loved how her hips swayed and how this dress glided from her lower back to her ass. I loved to have us a drink first, but I must skip that part for now. We could have a toast for my surprise later.

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- LINA -
I climbed the marble steps slowly and looked for Addie. Even before I opened my purse to ring him, an arm had linked to mine, and when I turned, it was him. This young man’s eyes were so mesmerising. I wondered how many girls were swooned by him.

“Glad you made it. You’re here for a treat,” Addie said with a charming smile as he walked me to the spacious lobby.

“I am excited,” I responded with a smile.

Inside, the air changed.

It was a bit cooler, quieter, carrying that kind of scent I had always associated with museums: polished stone floors, old paper, dust that had somehow survived centuries. My footsteps made small sounds against the floor, then disappeared into the enormous space above me.

The monolithic, white, cavernous ceilings stretched impossibly high. Columns rose toward them like trees in a stone forest. Beyond the main spaces, I caught glimpses of fragments of civilisations—carved white sculptures, pieces of ancient walls, treasured architectural artefacts that had somehow travelled across time and distance to stand here in Berlin.

“This place is something!... Everything seemed built to make a person feel small.”

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- ADDIE -
When I heard that, I stopped myself for a moment. Then I brushed the back of my hand on her cheek and said, “To me, you were never small.”

Butterflies flew in my stomach. 

We descended to a carpeted staircase leading to three big halls. We took the one on the left. And after walking past four medium-sized exhibit rooms, we reached the far end.

I had told her that my exhibition was small. A discreet sign directed us away from the monumental galleries and toward a quieter exhibition space tucked beyond the main flow of visitors. The noise from the outer galleries seemed to tone down.

“You’re my most special guest, Lina. Here we are.”

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- LINA -
The poster at the door said “Seven Women in a Lifetime by Aditya Patel”. I smiled and gripped his arm a bit. 

We entered through the open door. And then the museum changed.

The grandeur didn't disappear, but it gave way to a more intimate room. The lighting was warmer here, tempering the setting for the art. The walls were pale and almost bare, allowing the almost life-size paintings to command attention. There were only a handful of them.

Six portraits of women were on display.

The first woman stood beside a window of a 15th-century castle, her body turned slightly away from the viewer. She had the quiet defiance of someone who had finally discovered that she could leave. My eyes looked into her eyes. Then my gaze moved toward her whole frame, a voluptuous build for hard labor and a bruise of a slave’s mark on her wrist.

“Isla?” I whispered in awe.

The next woman was seated on murky ground. A battlefield was behind her. She was crying while hugging a set of black feathers. 

I knew her instantly. This warrior is Ada.

The paintings were like real people staring straight at me, as if they were saying, ‘Finally, we met face to face’.

I turned to Addie in utter disbelief. His muses were the heroines in my books.

“How did you paint them as I saw them in my mind?”

“Because I read you through and through.”

I moved closer to Ada again, and tears rolled down my face. Her story was not the best ending. In fact, I couldn’t name a single story I'd written with a perfect ending. 

The world outside the room stood still. I revisited Ada’s immense grief before me. Her pain screamed so loudly that I palpitated.

Addie created this space for people to hear their voices and be one with them in their agony.

“I can’t thank you enough,” my voice cracked as I remembered what led me to write Isla and Ada’s stories.

The artist’s hand held mine. He closed the space between us. And he kissed me as I had never been kissed before.

The concert outside began. Violins and piano music played beautifully. More people from the museum rushed to go watch the show. I was hoping to watch it, too, but Addie locked both doors, and when he returned to me, he clasped my wrists and pinned me on the wall next to Isla’s painting. His left hand held my wrists together as his right hand roamed around my body like it was his property.

“Tonight, you are going to do what I say.” His commanding voice gave me shivers. How he knew I wanted to be dominated, I didn’t have a clue. But the way he pressed his body towards mine as he gave me deep, languid kisses was so electrifying. I didn’t care if we missed the concert at all.

“What do you want me to do then?” My voice revealed my excitement.

“We would make each woman’s redemptive story come alive.” He then sat on the cushioned seat in front of the painting. “Look at Isla’s eyes as you massage my chest.”

I knew exactly this scene, so I stood behind him as I removed his tux and unbuttoned his white shirt. My hands glided over his broad shoulders. I leaned in so I could massage his chest. He leaned backward to feel my curves.

His breathing grew huskier, and his voice firmer, when we moved in front of the second painting. He stood behind me and touched my hair.

“Look at Ada’s eyes. Those deep brown eyes that captivated an angel to abandon his post just to know what warmth is.”

I was so tongue-tied when he knew this part of my newly published story. He sat and asked me to step back.

“Eyes on me  and undress as she did.”

In the book, Ada took off her armour and her clothes one by one before she bathed in the river. “Well, I don’t have any armour,” I softly said as I unzipped my satin dress.  “But I do have some pieces to shed.” I let the satin dress pool on the floor, and the tent in his pants grew. I unfurled my G-strings and stepped out of them, and his eyes grew dark.

When we looked at the third painting, I knew exactly what to do. That’s Lia holding the sunflower gifted by Ethan in my other novel.

“Spread your legs here,” he pointed at a longer couch. I gladly obeyed. He swallowed as he leaned in.

“Stare at Lia’s face as I eat you.” By the time he said this, my wetness had messed up the couch.

Addie hungrily ravished my cunt. His mouth made sloppy sounds, and I clamped his face between my knees. I was convulsing by the way he nibbled on my clit. I wanted to cum so badly already, but then he said, “You cannot cum yet.” I bit my lower lip in agony.

He peeled off the rest of his clothes and carried me to the next couch in front of the fourth painting. The loud crimson of strings wrapped around the woman’s eyes, painted in grey, struck my heart the most. It’s Rose, my heroine in “Waiting for Joy”.

“You will only cum when I tell you,” Addie commanded, imitating what Steve said in that BDSM story.

My pulse was racing because this story was so personal to me. Reenacting it through art and role-play brought back the pain. He sensed that I was sobbing, and he paused.

“We are redeeming what Rose lost. If the red strings failed her, I won’t. Now kneel and suck my cock.”

I did so as he guided me. Not seeing his face, and just hearing the crescendo of the strings outside the museum gave me more courage to do what he wanted. I licked his balls as I touched myself and licked his whole shaft as I sucked him and swallowed him whole. He fisted my hair as he fucked my throat. Our moans filled the exhibit room as the music went louder. Edging with a desperate gasp, he untangled my blindfold and kissed me passionately.

He then asked me to focus on the fifth painting. It was a picture of a woman of substance. Poised and responsible-looking, she was wearing eyeglasses and an above-the-knee skirt. Her grey stockings suggested her kink. I reckoned that this was the unnamed teacher who had a younger lover in “Breakfast in Bed.”

“Ride my face.” Addie sat on the floor so I could use the couch as support. He leaned on the couch while locking eyes with me. I saw hunger. Deep hunger. “Feed me.”

I spread my legs as he watched me inch my dripping pussy near his face. I lifted one leg and planted it on the couch. He gripped my ass and buried his fingers in them as he pulled my hips closer to his mouth. I smothered his face forcefully as he commanded, making his face glisten.

I swayed my hips in circles as the teacher planned to do in that story, and for the first time, I did not feel guilty about what she felt doing behind her husband’s back. He started an affair and neglected her. Why not fuck a younger man this time?

As if hearing my thoughts, Addie urged me to go on. “I am the younger man, and you are the perfect hot teacher. You deserve a better ending.” He nibbled on my clit and sucked on it and moved his face from side to side. His grip was harder as I screamed. The thunderous applause of the audience at the concert mingled with my voice, cracking in indescribable pleasure.

I was still shaking, and his cock was still a hard rock, so he did not waste time. We walked towards the sixth painting. This time, it was a woman on all fours, in her black stilettos. Her cleavage was very apparent. Her red, plump lips were seductive. The tip of her furry tail was up.

“On all fours now.”  His breathing was heavier. I knew he could not wait any longer to take me.

I did as told on the largest couch. He walked towards the painting and got something from its back. He was holding a butt plug with a small furry tail. His hands split my butt cheeks open and using his own precum oozing out of his tiny head slit, he lubricated my ass. I bit my lip in lustful anticipation as I stared at that painting. The woman’s eyes were so similar to my heroine’s in “When the Boss Called.”

She exuded confidence, and she was not apologetic about saying what she wanted.

“Fuck me up, Addie! Fuck me as you’ve never fucked any woman that you owned before.”

“Beg,” he said as he was inching the butt plug in my puckered hole.

“Please fuck me, Addie! Fuck me hard, I beg you!”

He slid the butt plug smoothly, and I whimpered. I moaned his name, begging him to take me as he finger fucked my slick slit fast and hard.

“Beg me again.”

“I want your cock inside me, Addie. Please!”

There was more fast-paced music played by the band outside. As if Addie was part of that performance, he fucked me from behind as the notes got higher and higher. He enveloped me in his arms as he pushed and pulled harder. I gripped the couch as I lost my mind.

I saw the painting again. But this time, in a different light. The woman said what she wanted. Shamelessly.

So I shouted, “I want more. Fuck me more, Addie! Own me.”

I guess that’s the word that he wanted to hear. When he heard I wanted him to own me, he commanded me to cum with him. Waves and waves of orgasm were inside my womb. He bit my shoulders as he hugged me closer. My hair was a mess. My back was his canvas with his bite marks. I loved how his teeth had grazed on my skin before he bit me. His right hand cupped my breast as he unloaded his last seed inside me. His left hand never stopped rubbing my clit as we rocked slowly in this afterglow.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please. But I want to see the last painting.”

Still feeling impaled, I tried to walk to the arched path leading to the last frame. To my surprise, there was nothing on it. The lights focused on it, but it just revealed nothing.

“Oh, it is blank.”

“Yeah.”

“Why so?”

“Close your eyes.”

I closed my eyes as he said. If this whole thing was a test, I am sure I aced it. Following his voice could be addictive.

“Picture yourself as the woman that I will paint. Imagine the colours, the shades, the expression that you want to see in her…” Addie said convincingly.

“Now touch the canvas lightly with your fingertips.”

Again, I did as told.

The painter stepped closer and whispered in my ear. “Listen to your heart, Lina. You will be the subject of that 7th painting here.”

His voice gave me goosebumps. For whatever that means, I was so willing to find out.

He wrapped his arms around my hips and kissed me again. I am beginning to love how he took my breath away.

Addie then broke our kiss and said, “Let’s clean up and go to my apartment.”

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-ADDIE-
Lina picked up her dress and her G-string from the floor. I opened my hand for that prize. And with a submissive, sheepish smile, she placed her wet G-string onto my hand. I lifted it to my nose, and as I looked at her, I smelled it lustfully. She bit her lip and tucked her hair behind her ears.

She then put on her satin dress again. I helped her zip it. Now, she handed me power over her body without me forcing it. I could sense her nerves every time I touched her skin.

Feeling Lina’s body convulsing at my word was wild. So humbling yet flattering. 

I couldn't believe she liked each woman that I painted. It was all her. It was for her. Yet, she praised my work. She saw the beauty of my art and gave me all the credit – even if I kept on saying she was my muse right from the start.

This morning, my agent said three of these paintings attracted the interest of a private art collector from Hamburg. But I hesitated. I said I would think about it. I wanted to give them all to Lina. She deserved all the beautiful things that I could give. Well, at this point, she could have them all in my apartment. A perfect exhibit for an audience of one.

If she only knew what she was doing to me.

This woman is mine.

From now on, no one and nothing can change that.