Ameria

Ameria Chapter1

I set there silently as the wind cascaded upon her naked body. Her curly, black locks swaying gently against her shoulders, as she blushed, crimson red. My hands moved nimbly painting a picture in my mind. My hands nimbly, stroking her body as if they were paintbrushes.

Her body was like a canvas waiting to become a master piece. Her smile sent chills dancing up my spine, as imagined my dick in her mouth. I furiously shake my head quickly, struggling to keep these thoughts out of my head. Not now, can't let these thoughts in my head. I have work to do. I let my hands go back to their task, examining every nook and cranny of her body. Slowly starting up and slowly working my way down, before finally sitting down nude in my chair. My starting to throb, hard erection pulsing, as my hand brushing against my target, my favorite paintbrush.

I set to work swiftly making sure to get every nook and cranny of her sultry pose. As she lays there her legs slightly apart, making me groan under my breath from the strain of control. I make sure to get her erect nipples into the portrait, the way her juices cascade slowly down her leg before falling onto a cloth under her supple body. I try to focus all my attention on the canvas.

I desperately try to push out the constant throbbing of my nice hard member begging me to jump deep into her with out mercy before she can even gasp in ecstasy. But I fight back and control it turn my lust into art, as I make colors dance around her figure. As if she was a sultry dancer, dancing for me, teasing me, trying to please me, as much as possible. I feel her body dancing around in my mind, and the images turn to brilliant colors.

As I stare into her eyes my hand dancing across the canvas my eyes full of lust trying but fail not to lick my lips as I feel myself swelling even harder, my painting board slightly elevated.

I can feel her eyes on me, staring at my hard swelling member. Her eyes bulging like my member to impossible unnatural sizes. As my fingers move nimbly, I can picture them back on her body this time not to study, but to feel, to touch. “God such forbidden thoughts”. What am I thinking? I am merely a apprentice, she is my master. I try to clear my mind to paint but, her beautiful figure is right there binding my eyes to it.

I try to clear my mind but it only succeeds in even more forbidden thoughts of her walking over, and grab onto my member, telling “me how nice and strong it looked”. Right before telling me, “she wanted to see just how good it was” and putting the head into her mouth. Sucking feverously at it, till I start to shift unease in my chair. Trying to regain control, but then I imagine my dick half way in her mouth, her staring up to me, as it slide in and out her mouth. I am growing so uncomfortable I grab a glass of wine.
God what is wrong with me? This is my master; she is in charge of my learning. She would kill me if she knew what was going through my mind right now. About the two of us entrapped in such forbidden lust.

It makes my dick ache in need. I try to concentrate on the portrait, taking in the details of her breast. Her nice hard perfect nipples shimmering in the candle light, like small supple mountains standing against the strong breeze that floods into the room. Staring intently as her body starts to shiver slightly.

I can feel her gaze on me, as I stare at the way her body shivers, ever so slightly. I ask in a husky restrained voice "you want me to close the door". I stare at her wide eyed, as she glides over to me with the elegance of a dancer. Moving to an unheard beat she has rehearsed all her life. So that when her hand touches my face making me jump back out of pure surprise.

Her gentle giggles only catching me even more of guard then I was before. I stare up to her in both wonder and fear.” You moved from your spot did I take to long on the painting"? She whispers “no” in my ear. That she just wanted to thank me for my kindness, before nibbling on my ear playful, and grasping my hand and leading me over to the couch and pushing me down roughly on the ground. She starts singing and it as if angels are around me wrapping my body in their melody. It is like nothing I have ever imagined before in my entire life. I watch her as she starts to seductively dance moving her hips around, my eyes glued to her perfect body “god how I have watched that body for three years.

I have been under her wing, as she teaches me the art of the paint brush. The gentle strokes even the way to flick my wrist. God, I remember the first time we touched. I was trying to draw my first painting and she walked up behind me, naked always, naked, she had forbidden me to wear cloths after our first meeting. She said artist should have nothing between them to interfere with the art at hand. She had grabbed my hand her breast, pressing against my back. Her heavenly sanctuary was wet, as she pressed into my butt.

She guided my hand on the canvas turning my creation into unimagined art. I think it was then that I started to want her, out of admiration, respect at first but it became more each time I saw her. Growing into something I would never have imagined, lust growing down deep inside of me. So that after awhile I couldn't hide it, my body started to react at first it was subtle. But it started grow in intensity, from my hand starting to shake every time she looked at me, to finally my cock starting to swell every time I saw her body.

Her perfect 36 double C breast, her firm round ass, here well tuned flat stomach, her long dyed red hair that stopped right below her hips, her burning amethyst eyes, gazing deeply into my soul. It was amazing that she could have this affect on me in three yrs. I have been so breath taken I have never asked her name. Never asked anything from her couldn't, my mind never acted right when I was around her. It was like I had no control over my body. It was all her's to take at her ever beaconing will. I stare into her eyes as she, dance in front me, teasing me, giggling as my dick starts to shake with lust.

God, she, is loving this way to, much I can see her juices dripping onto the floor. How I wish that I could be between those legs/ Licking up at her fluids making her screaming, hearing that wonderful voice scream for me, in ecstasy. Needing me, wanting me, to be her's god what is wrong with me. These thoughts are forbidden I am merely her page. Her mere servant, my life belongs to her until I graduate, she can do to me as she please, she could rape me right now and no one would care.

They would say it was her god, given right. But not once has she ever done anything to me cruel or ill intent, she has been so kind to me I fill almost guilty for having these thoughts about her, thinking ill about this person who took me in when I was a slave child. Sold through out the market beaten, tortured, used for depraved acts, she saved me, made me a page, fought for my right to be an artist. So I learned and fought my body to become the best I could for her. Omg, I think I love her. What am I thinking I can not tell her I love her! What would she say? What would she do to me if she knew? Would she become distant to me?

Would she stop teaching me? Treat me differently? Send me back to the slave market? Oh god, I can't bare to think about the way I was treated back then. I notice I must have been crying ‘cause she is staring into my eyes with sorrow, a pain look in her pale amethyst eyes. She walks over to me slowly and straddles my lap. Kissing me softly, I can fill the warmth of her body as our naked bodies press gently against each other.

I grab her tightly against my chest and kiss back into her deeply. Gazing into her eyes trying to convey how much I love her in those eyes. To explain how I much I fear going back to that place of darkness of the need to be loved back by her. As I stare into her eyes I wonder if she feels the same way about me if these feelings are one sided or if she will show me the same feelings. Fear course throughout my body snaking its way up as she pulls away from my kiss I am afraid confused. She stares at me slowly backing away from me. I feel my heart shatter as she reaches for the door handle.

I call out to her, my voice unnaturally strong. I beg her not to leave, for her to stay with me. I see a tear fall down her guilt stricken face before she runs away not turn back. I get up from the couch and run after her, but as I emerge from the room she is no where to be found. I run down the fall searching tears stinging my eyes. I replay things in my head I feel so stupid I should have known no one would feel the same about a ex slave like me.

I was a fool to even expect her to show these feelings she must have just felt sorry for me. That kiss, must have been sympathy for me. God it feels like I have been smacked in the chest with a sledge hammer, and I fall to the ground and curl up crying uncontrollable not caring who sees me anymore, not caring that I am naked, I simply sit there crying in the middle of the hall.

I can not make the tears stop falling they will never stop fallen, never stop the pain from pouring from my heart. I Just sit there unable to think straight anymore. I stand up the tears streaming from my eyes. I run up the stairs to the roof. I Curse myself for looking at her that way, for ruining the moment.

I stand at the ledge of the building staring down at the 8 story drop into the ocean. The waves violently splashing against the rocky cliffs edge I remember I used to jump off from the bottom of the school into this great ocean when I first got here. To wash away my past to try to get rid of the bad memories that I held in my heart. Now I stand here 8 stories higher hoping that this elevation will take away the pain or kill me in the process.

Which ever one will make this pain go away. As I solemn get ready to jump I hear her voice ring out behind me like an arrow “stop don't do it, I love you”!! I turn around and stare at her with tear filled eyes and ask her then “why” hoping that the reason she ran away will make me feel better, but the words that come from her mouth kick into my stomach violently with out mercy, she has someone else.

My knees suddenly feel weak and I stumble backwards over the edge my body going limp from the shock of her words. It is as if time slows down to a very slow tempo. I watch as I pass past the 8 level the 7th the 6th the 5th the 4th where this all happened I relive my memories of when I first came her the joy that I felt to be free to have my own life. To feel like I belonged somewhere that, I was not just a servant, not just a play thing, that I could finally be happy, how naive I was.

I truly understand now I was happy because of her. Now those feelings of joy are gone. I stare up at the ledge she is not even there. I can't blame her I am just another student she has someone else who she truly cares about. I glimpse to my side and my heart drops it can't be, she is beside me she is grabbing for my hand I feel her fingers grasp around mine.

Her gentle eyes filled with fear. I grab her and pull her closer my heart racing, why did she have to jump after me? I feel my body start to kick itself back into action, adrenaline pumping into me fiercely. The only thing that matters the only thing racing through my panic stricken mind, is protecting her. I must keep her safe!

I can not let anything happen to her, not the person who saved me from that pain. I blink my eyes burning and in the instant the world changes for me it becomes like a canvas and I can see the waves passing against the cliffs edge like a sea of paint hitting the canvas. Without knowing what I am doing I stretch out my hand and start to draw something that she showed me before the symbol guardian of the arts. I trace it into the air the symbol flashing in my mind as clear as day.

I push forth all my emotions into it and call upon it with all of my heart to protect her. I see it the cliffs edge it is so close so very close and idea races through my mind. I push at her as hard as I can and pray. Up and forward towards the cliff I watch with relief washing over my body as she slides gently on the cliff.

As time returns to its’ normal pace my vision is restored as I plummet into the waves darkness washing over me as the cold water starts to fill my lungs. The air, violently rushing from my body from the violent impact. My shoulder going numb as it connects with on of the jagged rocks. Then nothingness complete and utter nothingness.