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sounds fantastic.” She glanced at him, as if checking to see if he was really interested in what she had to say. “Artists have twenty minutes to do a painting. There’s an audience watching the artists as they work, then at the end, they pick a winner and that artist’s painting is auctioned off.”
    “Just the winner sells their work?”
    Her brow furrowed. “I’m not really sure. Maybe the winner is the one who gets the highest bid.”
    Storm couldn’t imagine working under that kind of pressure, but from the glimmer in Melanie’s eyes, he knew it was something she’d like to do. “So when are you going to take part in one?”
    She pursed her lips. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready.”
    He gazed at her. “Why not? Your work is fantastic, and you just did that incredible drawing in no time.”
    She gazed down at her own creation. “Thanks, but the competition is painting and I couldn’t just walk in there and finish a piece in twenty minutes without a lot of practice first.”
    “Okay, so what’s stopping you from practicing?”
    “Well, I don’t have any paints with me.”
    “We can fix that.”
    “And it’s cumbersome traveling with an easel. And then there’s the time. You know better than me how hectic it is being on tour.”
    “You said you have to finish in twenty minutes. You can plan your project while you’re on the bus, then when we get to the hotel, take some time before the show to do the actual painting. On days we have to start setting up as soon as we arrive, do your painting before you go to sleep.”
    She glided the edge of her pencil over the paper, adding more shading. “That will be hard with having to pack up first thing in the morning and all.” She sounded doubtful.
    “I’ll help. You paint; I’ll clean up in the morning before you get up.”
    She gazed at him, her emerald eyes wide. “You’d do that?”
    “Of course.” The fact that she doubted it stung a little.
    She nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” She turned back to her drawing and worked a little more.
    He watched her a little longer. He didn’t know why she was so subdued today, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with last night.
    Finally, he settled back in the seat and closed his eyes.
    His thoughts turned back to their erotic foursome and how Travis had dominated Melanie.
    At least, he had only given her commands. Had her play the sexy, submissive love slave. It had been mild compared to what Jessica had wanted from Dane … and him.
    ***
    Jessica stood before Storm, naked, her gaze cast down.
    “Come here, slave,” Storm commanded.
    “Yes, Master.”
    Jessica stepped toward him and he pulled out his cock.
    He flattened his hand on top of her head and pushed her to her knees.
    “Suck it.”
    Delicately, she wrapped her hands around his cock, then her warm mouth covered him. He trembled with need. He wanted to drive deep into her throat. To fill her with his cock, making her swallow him whole. He drove forward and she gagged, but took him all the same. She sucked and he groaned.
    He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, then forced her back against the wall.
    He pushed her wrists over her head and crushed his body to hers.
    “I’m going to fuck you, slave. Deep and hard until you scream. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He nipped her earlobe and she yipped. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “Yes, Master,” she cried with such need he almost came on the spot. He pressed his cockhead to her slick opening.
    “Storm.”
    “Call me Master,” he gritted out, slamming himself into her so hard the walls seemed to shake.
    “Storm.”
    His body jostled and his cock ached.
    “Storm, we’re here.” Melanie’s hand was on his shoulder as she shook him gently.
    The dream images dissipated and his eyes opened. Ah, fuck. It may have been a dream, but his aching erection was very much a reality.
    He shifted in the seat and willed his erection to settle