352 Pain and pleasure (3)
Edgar carried Alessandra down to the kitchen in his arms. There was a quick stop in their bedroom as Alessandra did not want to be walking around the house naked even though they were the only ones present. Edgar gave her a robe while he wrapped a towel around his waist.
Before going to the kitchen, they made a quick stop in the dining room where gifts were piled up for him. Some were big and small depending on how much money the servants had to spend. Among the pile were Alessandra’s gifts for Edgar.
Edgar had plans to only open Alessandra’s gifts right now before continuing with what they started in the bathroom. He placed Alessandra down so she could pick out her gifts for him.
Alessandra brought the wrapped-up portrait of Edgar for him to open first. She spent the most time on this gift and hoped he would like it.
Edgar quickly tore the paper off the canvas before Alessandra’s excitement could make her faint. He was pleasantly surprised by the portrait of himself which she had done without him to pose for. It was quite good to work for someone who had learned to paint on their own.
“I am not familiar with painting people so it is not my best work but I think it is almost there. I will keep practicing until I get it right,” Alessandra said in case it wasn’t to his liking.
“You did well. It is hard to get my handsome features captured on a canvas so you should be proud of yourself for getting so close,” Edgar complimented himself and her skills at the same time.
She needed to boast about her skills more. If they were to hire a teacher for her to learn more about painting, she might become one of the best in town.
Alessandra had to thank her years of being locked away in her room with nothing to do but paint as it was the one thing her father bought for her to keep her occupied. She had plenty of time to practice painting and learn from her mistakes.
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She had to keep it a secret that she had once painted what she thought Tobias looked like from what she heard from Kate and Katrina speaking about the prince. Edgar’s jealousy would ignore the fact that it was years ago when she tried painting his friend. It was an ugly painting which she threw away so luckily when he collected her belongings it was not there.
He wouldn’t think it was Tobias since her image of him was wrong now that she saw Tobias but he would surely think it was someone she liked.
“Thank you,” Edgar kissed her cheek. “We should have it on display where you wish to have other portraits. Is the other one also from you?” He pointed at what appeared to be another painting.
“Yes, but I didn’t have enough time to paint as it was a last-minute decision so I decided to draw on the canvas instead. It doesn’t have any color besides the black charcoal I used but I will create one with color-”
Edgar shushed her with a kiss on the lips. “Stop trying to make excuses because you think that I will dislike it. I will enjoy whatever you make for me,” he said as he opened the second one.
“I don’t need your cruel honesty with the painting like you were with the cake,” Alessandra said.
“That is different. You were trying to poison me with cake and I had to let you know it. This,” Edgar froze when what she drew was revealed. It wasn’t finished as she said but he knew where it was going. It was her drawn with a lack of clothing and a quite close effort to the expression he loved when they made love.
Alessandra couldn’t bring herself to look at what she started to draw. The drawing would have been finished if not for her covering her face every minute as she could not believe what she was doing. Even without color to show more of how presumptuous it was, it was still too much for her to look at let alone draw.
“Leave it without the color. It is better this way. I will need to place this in a room only I will enter or I will end up having to kill anyone whose eyes lay upon this. You are full of surprises today my sweet wife,” Edgar said, carefully placing the canvas, which riled him up, down on the floor. “You are learning well. Come,” he took her hand and led her to the side of the table where there were no gifts.
Alessandra became anxious as she knew what they were going to do right now. “Edgar, we all eat here,” she said, trying to get him to pick somewhere else.
“I will buy another one,” Edgar replied, turning her around so she backed him. He pushed the robe off her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. His towel joined it soon after.
Alessandra didn’t understand why he had turned her around just to take off her robe but then, she felt his hand on her lower back pushing her forward until her stomach and chest were flat against the table. His hands trailed the side of her body while she felt the tip of him at her entrance.
“I should have brought the whip downstairs but I was saving it for the main event later. My hands will have to do it right now. Stay,” Edgar said, in a tone deeper than what his voice was a moment ago when she started to move. “Turn your head to the side to look at me.”
Alessandra did as he asked her to and looked sideways at him behind her. His playfulness had vanished and his expression once again had her stomach twisting in knots. She was curious about what he needed the whip for right now.
“I thought of having you like this many times. To see you looking up at me, your hair disheveled and the shape of your body,” Edgar said as he ran his hand along her side, feeling the softness of her skin. The sight of the side of her breasts still in view was the best part of it.
Edgar pulled her rear up a bit and arched her back with his hands so she would be in the right position to feel every inch of him when he would penetrate her. Edgar started to enter her from this position, pulling her against his body to help with the process.
When he completely settled inside of her, Alessandra anticipated he would start to move but was caught off guard by his hand spanking the left side of her buttocks. The sound echoed in the quiet dining room.
“I am going to ask you some questions and you must answer honestly or you will be punished.”