SHADES OF SEDUCTION: 3

AFTER

Ignoring his flattery I rested my back on the chair and with a serious expression I scoffed. "I'll not put on some stupid dress for you to paint me." Then sitting upright I looked straight into his eyes in a way I knew even his rimmed glasses would not be able to prevent me from seeing the lust in his eyes. "The only way you will be painting me is the way mother nature made me." I continued a cruel smirk on my face.

He stared at me in the way that showed clearly that he did not understand what I said. Stupid me kept forgetting that he was as innocent as an infant when it came to women.

His innocence turned me on so bad I was already salivating. I wanted to hear him moan for me so bad his throat would sore.

Pushing these dirty thoughts to the darkest part of my mind where it belonged I took in a deep breath and stressed out the word, the sacred word.  "Naked. The only way you will be painting me is if I'm naked. Paint me like your French model, brother Harry. I want you to see me fully as I am in myself."

He choked on his own spit and then he started coughing sporadically. I was more embarrassed than I was amused.

He took his glass of juice and gulped down the entire content. His eyes were watery now, tears staining the sides.  "What do you...What do you mean_" He stuttered, his voice trailing off into a whisper.

I smiled mischievously even though my heart was beating so fast I could hear the thump thump sound in my ears_but I had to be brave.

  I have thought about doing this all day and all night ever since that beautiful Sunday where my eyes first caught sight of Harry on the altar, with his white chasuble and shy smile. Ever since that first Sunday teasing him has been the only occupation of my heart.

I thought about it, I even dreamt about it. So now that the opportunity presented itself to me, I couldn't possibly let my anxious, raging heart stop me from taking it.

I leaned into the table so that my face was now only a few inches away from his. I could smell his anxiety and fear from across the table but do you want to know what I also smelt? mixed with all his timidity was his intense desire for me. It clung in the air like fuel and it was igniting my desires in the most unsubtle way.

"I want you to see me completely naked with nothing to hide. To paint me as I am truly in myself without any mask or hindrance. To show the world the piece of art I really am. The piece of act nature has made me." I bit my tongue and it filled me with a burning sensation around that area.

It was exactly what I needed, for my tongue to be burnt for speaking such atrocities to a seminarian, a man of god.

But woe to me If I stopped this sin now,, not after I have seen that cute blush on his face. Not after noticing how he adjusted his trousers from underneath the table.

And definitely not after he parted his seductive lips so that I could only imagine what it would feel like tugging on my nipple.

I have been doomed by the very man who was meant to pull me out of doom. The man who was supposed to pull me out of the fires of hell became my hell. 

But there is nothing holy about lust. it is a vice, a deadly vice and one of the damning sins of man and like most men this sin was my own personal chain. it was where the devil caught me hands down.

"So tell me, do you still want to paint me, Brother Harry?" I asked in a taunting way. I was teasing and taunting him and I enjoyed every bit of it, every single moment.

A sound escaped from his lips. I couldn't make out it it was a groan or a moan or a little bit of both.

I could tell that he was hard from the way he tried to hide his eyes from me because he knew I would see it in them, the desire.

He took a sharp intake of Breath, his glasses shifted from the position they were to the bridge of his nose. "Have you forgotten that I am a seminarian?" He asked. It was a rhetorical question alright even the dumb would know that but damn me If I didn't reply in the most audacious way there was.

"Being a seminarian didn't stop you from asking me out for dinner, neither did it stop you from stalking me everyday. Neither did it stop you from rubbing your crotch on my____

"Alright. Alright I get the point." He choked out, raising his hands up in a surrender. 

He was looking all shades of uncomfortable now and I loved it. The pink hue on his cheeks had spread throughout out his whole face. He looked as if he was going to explode into tiny bits of emotions.

"You have made your point." He repeated as if for emphasis.

I let out a triumphant smile. Resting my back on the chair, I felt all fly, like the Queen. 

He was the only one who made me feel this way. Like I was the Queen. He made me feel ethereal, beautiful even inhuman.