'Why didn't anyone tell me that submission was so deliciously sweet?' 

This was the thought of one Connie Maheswaran as her hands clenched the fabric underneath her. Biting her lips as the strokes of Steven’s brush graced her skin with the flavorful paint, breathing in the aroma of blackberries as her stomach flexed in reactionary response. The sound of his deep chuckles didn’t help either, or rather. 

It made her more receptive to his movements.

“You’re so cute, Heartberry.” Steven's voice teased her auditory senses with its playfully sensual tone.”The way your muscles twitch ever so slightly by my movements.” His brush slid under her breast from one side to the other, leaving a curved line on her deep chestnut skin. 

“The sound of your surprising gasp.” Steven chuckled as he dipped his brush in again before decorating her skin, this time along the left side of her trunk, stopping at her panty-line, getting a gentle giggling sigh from the woman. 

Her hands flexed slightly, a reflexive movement of pleasure. A slight squirming of her waist at the chilling slide crossed her body a few inches below her navel to the right side.

”What... Hhm~mm ... Are you drawing?” Connie sighed, feeling the brush leave her body, only to inhale when it made contact again, the bristles making their way tickling up her right side.

“I’m not sure yet.” He admitted, “Right now, I’m just enjoying watching you move under me.”

“Someone as…” Connie was interrupted by her giggles when she felt his brush start to poke around her tone stomach, gingerly; the smell of lemons in her nose. 

“Tickles, Wifey?” he grinned as she licked her lips, enjoyment on her nodding face.

“ Yeeaa~ah .”She moaned gently.

“You seem quite sensitive, Heartberry.” Steven poked her again, dotting her with a yellow splat.

“Well, I can’t see Mister.”  Connie licked her teeth under her upper lip as he dotted her more and more, getting involuntary flexes from her torso. “All I can see is pink...Your wonderful,  unique pink.”

“Well, someone’s quite the complimentary woman.”  

Connie blushed at his flirty utterance, ' You certainly make it easy.' Connie's thoughts were kept to herself as she whimpered under the relaxed feel of the paint. 

"It's true, though…" Connie sucked in a breath as she felt let another  of his strokes in her stomach, "don't like pink all that much, but I love yours."

"You love my pink, huh?"  He teased, dipping his thumb into the pink strawberry paint and decorating her lips pink before kissing her deeply, placing her lips between his. 

She shivered gingerly at the feel of his suckling on her lip and his tongue massaging her gums as he continued to mark her with his brush. 

" Hmm~mm! " Her back arched, her wrist strained against her bonds, and her lips pressed against his own, heightening the kiss—her hunger and neediness on full display.  She whimpered slightly at the feel of the air as they separated with a -CHU !-, her lips still parted with the slightest tremble.

" Whoo. ." Steven sighed with gentle carnality by her ear, "Someone feeling affectionate."

"Your fault." She sighed out a mewl as watermelon began to slide along the curves of her hips, and coconut traced the upper and outer of her thighs, marking the alluring muscles with a form of loving care and meticulous sensuality.

"Oh, is it now?" He bit on her neck, gently evoking a purr from her lips as she leaned her head to the right, allowing for more access. Steven chuckled darkly and hungrily, watching her nod her head.

"Can you tell me what you're draw- ah !" She wiggled as if trying to avoid his brush on the side of her legs, heading down to her ankle and back up again on the other leg.

"What was that, Jump-berry?"

"Hmmph!" She pouted slightly at his teasing voice. 

"You're so lucky; I'm bound right now." Connie teased in jest as she bit her lip. "Can you tell me what you are drawing?"

"Can't tell?" 

"I thought I knew until you kissed me as you painted me." She grinned impishly, Didn't know what was more...Erratic...Your icy brushes, making a mess of my skin or your hot mouth, assaulting my own."

"Oh, I say the kiss." He gave her a gentle teasing brush upon her lips with his own, urging her to rise after his, just missing as he got more paint. "Seeing how hungry you are for them."  He chuckled, looking as she bit the corner of her lips.

"Then you should feed me." Her tone laced with eros and adulation, "You know you want to," she teased, snuggling her crown gently onto his lap. " I can FEEL it ."

"You can feel it, huh. "He stroked her neck and shoulder with orange and lemon.

"Part of the reason why I wanted you In sweats." Connie laughed teasingly before the scent of kiwi hit her nose, feeling the brush strokes across her chest(above her bust), skipping the center as they continued from shoulder to shoulder. 

"Hey, open your legs for me."

Connie giggled with a bit of maroon on her cheeks, "That's a bold request, thought you would want to lick me clean before you make me scream."

   She heard him kiss his teeth and breath deeply from his nose.

"Oh, I can already see you blushing over my words, that pretty pink of bashfulness." She giggled, even more, feeling him nip the tip of her nose.

"Maybe," he admitted, evoking a victorious laugh from his living art, "You gonna listen to my request?"

"Hmm?" She pecked him gently on his lips. "Hhhhhhmm~mmm?"  She kissed him again, this time with more carnal intentions, nibbling in his upper lips, teasingly chuckling as she felt his palms rub her own. 

" Is- " He breathed out after breaking the kiss with a -Chu!-.

"Heh~heh~heh...Minx got your tongue?"

"Oh, you're just..." He shook his head before pecking her again. "So can I take your kisses as a yes to my request?"

She shook her head, smirking behind the visor.

"Hey, I thought you were my canvas?"

"Oh, I am, but when does a canvas move?" 

"When my canvas -Chu!- is also -Chu!- my muse. -Chu!-"

"I...O~Oh, Really?" 

Steven smiled at that emotional tone in her voice, thumbing her bottom lip as he gazed at her, "Of course, you are a work of art already. I even made some music thinking of you...Of us."

"Play some for me?"

The way she asked, so generally and hopeful, warmed his heart. "Tomorrow, I'll have one of the gems bring over my guitar. Serenade you while I compliment you to hell." He chuckled, seeing her pout playfully.

"You just wanna see me blush like-"

"A beautiful strawberry!" 

His laughter made her cheeks darken with heat and warned her heart all the same.

Now, my bratty background, open your legs so I can get into your inner thighs." It took him a moment to realize how that sounded, and his face glowed in embarrassment. 

 "I can feel you pii~ink." Connie laughed, "It's so hot; your words must really have embarrassed you. Silly, truly," her voice became unconcerned and salacious, "since you were in between them twice earlier."

"Ah, well. That is.."

"Hey… Thank you for always being a respectable gentleman… I would boop your snoot, but I'm your captured canvas."

"Always, Heartberry." Steven clicked his tongue before sharing another kiss with her, "I love you, Wifey." 

"Love you too, Hubby."

They sat in silence before both broke into burning cheeky giggles 

" It's things like that that make people think we're together."   They both said in tandem, only to laugh more and share yet another kiss. 

"So about my request? You're gonna open so that I can paint those well-trained thighs."

"Hmmm...Nope." She nearly witch cackle at the very light 'hmph,' that came from her Mister. "Now, now. That isn't to say you can't paint my inner thighs." She bit her lip, "just that I'm not going to just let you in so easily, gotta give me a reason."

"A reason, hmm?"

Connie gulped as her toes curled to his teasingly suggestive voice and the feel of his slightly soft lips, brushing her ear as his sweet breath tickled her inner ear canal.

" Y-Yeah, if you can." She purred, trying to keep her rebellious persona a bit longer, which was harder to do once he started to kiss behind her neck, and dye the middle of her throat in Carmel, stroking downward toward her chest and lower.

'That being said, this experience is something I didn't expect, or at least I didn't expect to respond the way I am, currently. Must be the bit of 'diamond essence' in the paints. 

Even still, the feel of his bristles igniting my skin, my senses, bringing about small chilling shocks through my nerves. Compounded with the blindness, the restrictions, the variety of sweet aromas, and the heat.

His warming, loving heat of his body, currently holding my head upon this lap and gently brushes again at me as Steven dresses me in his colors, his creativity… His passion.'

" Hhhhh~Mmmist~Hah!"  Connie released a breath she didn't know she was holding as his fangs sunk deeper into her collarbone, hitting 'that spot' that she or any massage tool couldn't reach. 

The feeling of his canines rubbing, etching themselves onto her skin, yet again, as the pleasurable agony caused her to hike her chest up against the velvet silk ribbon serving as her bra, almost as if it were offering itself to be unraveled, her hips to swirl and rise gently as her toes clawed at the comforter under them, opening her legs a bit more as her 'heart'  touched down again.

" H-handsyman." She gasped with a giggle as she felt his fingers ran down her inner thighs, the smell of lime hitting her nose. "Thought you would brush against me not, finger paint me." 

You don't seem too against it." He joked, "but if you want the brush and not the touch."

"I always want the touch!" She said quicker than expected. "I mean…" she pursed her lips to keep from talking.

"I feel the same. He whispered, truthfully, " I want your touch a lot." 

"That's good…" She smiled, "cause I'm going to touch you a lot as soon as possible." She wiggled her bonded hand while giggling.

"Well, I should prepare for that. But first.," He moved from under her, laying her head down on the comforter.

Connie's eyebrows rose, hearing Steven move around her, "Mister?"

"Give me one of the sexy poses that you usually do." 

 "Oh?... Gonna take my captured, covered, and coated picture." She impishly smirked, sticking out her tongue just enough to be naughty and alluring; her leg slightly slid back, raising her knee a little.  

" Ohhh, you look good...good enough to feast." He grinned before taking a couple of pictures.

"Good thing this paint is palatable."  She flirted, hearing him snap his fingers, and the constructs vanished. "Freedom and sight," she mockingly cheered, rubbing her wrist. She turned her black eyes to the man standing in front of her, phone in hand

'-Chu-' she kissed at Steven as he took another picture."let me see your art, Mister."

He felt his heart pound at the velvet voice. Steven gingerly turned the phone to face her, showing a collage of the three pictures he took.

Connie stood up and stared at the phone in her hand as her panther-colored eyes stared at the three visages. 

The first two were the same picture, just one in reverse, while the third was of her giving the camera a charming glance with her lips puckered. 

"Whoa." Connie praised, as a feeling of prideful bashfulness swelled inside her heart. "I look so...Exotic and artsy." 

There was no real rhyme or reason to his painting; the fruity colors seemed to swirl together around her stomach with stars of different colors splattered about, while some stretch as lines and covering sound her legs, and her chest area looked as if she was wearing jewelry and the top of a dress. Still, it all made her feel...

"Mystical."

Connie turned to Steven arching her eyebrow, "What?"

"Mystical." Steven said, "That's what I drew on you." 

"I don't get it?" 

"It's how I think of you." He rubbed his head, "You're Mystical, and you always leave me in awe, with everything you do… " He chuckled, "as I said, art like this isn't my strength, but I wanted to show off my feelings for you. You know paint you I my aff-" 

He never got to finish before Connie cupped his cheeks, brought his face down to her, and kissed him, slowly, tenderly, and lovingly,   

Their lips pressed, and tongues twisted as his hands folded on the curve of her back—the tell-tale popping single end of the kiss.

"You have me in a spell as well, Mister. She grinned lovingly, breaking his grip, and stood back, "that being said, " she turned her back to him before taking his right hand to the ribbon, pulling and unraveling it, and trying it around his right hand and showing her bare and topless back to him. Untouched by his paint.

"You're only halfway done." She grinned back at giving him a 'come hither glance from behind her shoulder.

Steven was awestruck by the appearance of Connie bolden back and sensual words(despite having seen her back, many times already); he grinned and licked his lips as he dipped his brush down into the paint ( marshmallow) and gave her a long stroke along her spine watching her tremble at the touch as she let out a pleasing gasp. There was more artistic fun to be had.