“How absolutely barbaric!” Jenna’s friend, Marla quipped, licking her bottom lip daintily.

“But is it?” Jenna replied, cocking her head and inspecting the painting featured in Jacob’s private gallery.

The artist had painted a black and white image of a lusciously curved nude female backside draped over the shoulder of a tuxedo clad man who was walking away from a cocktail party. The woman’s face was turned back, her eyes practically steaming with eroticism, her smug grin revealing her pleasure in this treatment.

“Well of course it is, darling. Then again, I see what what you mean. The woman is the only face we see and she seems quite pleased with her situation,” Marla admitted.

Just then Jacob placed his hands on Jenna’s shoulders and answered, “She does indeed, doesn’t she?”

Between his voice and touch, Jenna’s panties were drenched. Jacob leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Does this image turn you on?”

Jenna looked up at him, smiled alluringly, raised her eyebrows, and took a small sip of her white wine spritzer.

“Well,” Marla commented, “I see when three is a crowd. Have fun, kids.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“No, not in front of Marla! but the answer is yes. This scenario absolutely turns me on. How about you?”

“Since, for me, this painting is the most erotic one in the show, yes. It does turn me on,” Jacob murmured, “especially knowing that you are completely bare beneath that lovely velvet dress.”

Jenna blushed with pleasure. Jacob adored her porcelain skin, but Jenna despised it. She had to be very careful in the sun, use only certain skin care products, and could never wear white. That, combined with her red lips and dark hair had earned her the nickname of Snow White.

“You know, I’m off for the evening now. Simmons can stay and close for me. Come, let’s go home,” he said.

Once back at the Ren, an exclusive apartment complex in Seattle, Jacob ushered her into their luxury apartment. As soon as the door shut, he turned to her and said, “Turn around. Now.”

Jenna, recognizing the tone of his obeyed. He unzipped her dress, pushed it down her arms, and left it in a puddle on the floor. He picked her up and, in imitation of the painting, tossed her over his shoulder. He strode to the balcony and stepped out.

“Jacob!” she whined.

“No. Not a word. No one can see us. There are no lights on in the apartment,” he commanded as he set her on her feet. “I was going to have you suck me until I was hard, but I’m already there now. Maybe I should punish you for upsetting my plans.”

She blinked, slid to her knees, looked up at him, and said, “If that is your desire.”

He laughed then ran a finger over her upturned cheek. “Maybe later. Now, suck on me. Do not make me come yet. I will punish for that.”

Eager to please him, Jenna unzipped his trousers and released his fully erect cock. She licked her lips before kissing his crown. She hated being exposed outside, but absolutely adored when Jacob pushed her to do things he knew she’d enjoy. As she opened her mouth wide and cradled his balls, she thought about how happy she was. Sucking Jacob’s cock was truly one of her favorite activities. She was enjoying herself so much, she was startled when his balls tightened and he growled.

Quickly, she released him and sat back on her heels, panting.

“Too late,” he growled again, taking his cock in his own hand and spraying her white breasts with his cum.

Knowing what was expected of her, Jenna remained in place, back slightly arched, hands on her tights, head tilted upward, and eyes on Jacob. She felt her nipples harden and her labia soften when the hot stream painted ropes of cream across her skin. When he finished, Jacob tucked himself back in his trousers.

“You know,” he said quietly while removing his belt, “what this means, don’t you?”

Smiling, she answered, “I do, Jacob. I do.”