Mɪᴄʜᴇʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ. [ A Sᴛᴇғᴀɴᴏ Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴɪ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]

III. Sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴʏ Nᴏ. 9

"Perhaps we will start with your end of the bargain - before we find the next medium," Stefano mused, his hands tucking away the blade before he undid the rope, only to tie you back up once you were standing. Still nude. But that bothered no one but you despite being a nude model for an art class. Before you knew it, you had been forced, face down, on a bed. Breathing labored, you attempted to struggle against the rope - but to no avail. 

It wasn't long before you felt a gloved hand against your ass that you turned your head, blowing some of your hair out of your face to get a view of what was going on back there. That gloved hand that was once holding such a dangerous blade was now rubbing circles on your ass, causing you to relax and almost purr in his grasp. However, it was soon replaced with a sharp cut to your back, your lips parting for a silent scream, your face tucking back into the bed as you shuddered. 

The pain was then replaced by pleasure as two gloved fingers rubbed along the lips of your heat, your eyes rolling in your head as you pushed back - practically begging for more. Shamelessly, you allowed yourself to become putty in this man's hands - to form into whatever he wanted it to be. As those two fingers pressed into you, your senses tingled and exploded - the first of a feeling you had never explored - not even yourself. As a free hand placed itself on your lower back, you sighed as the leather of his glove smoothed down your skin. 

"If I had known you would have given in this easily to these advances, I would have done this sooner," Stefano purred, leaning down as he allowed the tip of his tongue to trace the shell of your ear. You had actually tuned him out for a bit considering the intense amounts of pleasure your body was being put through - but also because you didn't need to be creeped out by anything more that he needed to say. 

With your bound body tightening taut against the ropes and the bed underneath you, the ministrations of his fingers and his gentle touches were bound to send you to the edge as he pulled his fingers free, his lips parting to let his tongue lap up the juices left behind on the leather. You'd be stupid enough to say it didn't further turn you on. 

Before you knew it, lips had replaced fingers, the tip of his tongue teasing the bud down below, then going to prod at the entrance of your heat - where you swore up and down you would cum on his face if he kept it up. His mouth would normally get him in trouble because he never shut up, but in this case, you found his mouth had better use where they were. But even that was short lived, and before you could process the almost-orgasm diminishing, you felt a push against your ass. 

With all the horror stories you had heard from girls around you, anal was not on your bucket list to try, and he definitely wasn't going to be successful as you moved your legs, practically kicking him lightly as you managed to flip onto your back, staring up at him as you blew the hair out of your face, your eyebrows furrowed. 

Stefano, on the other hand, had an amused look but it was twisted with irritation. "Don't be a prude now - you were so beautiful in my hands.. a work of art," He sighed, smoothing his gloved hands over your cheeks. Your chest rose and fell with each labored breath, your jaw clenching as he touched you. You stayed silent, intent in denying him any sort of access to your back door - and for once, you were surprised and even more elated to see he had given up on any advances for it. 

Raising his hands defensively, Stefano closed his eyes, only to reopen them as he leaned over you, positioning himself before teasingly gyrating his cock against your clit - practically using your juices as lubricant. Still, the stimulation was nice, and you couldn't complain as small mewls rang out from within you. Without warning, the foreign object was rammed into you, causing your senses and insides to scream - your own expression twisting into one of pain. 

"Beautiful.. I would have never imagined a more perfect look for the moment. Pain.. and blood," He sighed - almost too happy for words, and you were starting to get the hang of his creepy mojo to the point you were starting to kind of like it. He shifted, grabbing for his blade as he traced it down your features, your eyes peering open to look at him with a sort of lust that hadn't been so genuine before. As the ropes were easily split with the sharpness of his blade, your hands flew into his hair - much to his surprise, he expected you to try and bolt. 

With hands and legs free to do as they pleased, you found yourself caging Stefano between your legs, your hands combing through those dark locks of hair, lips pressing kisses every which way they could. Who knew you'd have the hots for your teacher who is also apparently a serial killer. It took Stefano a bit to process the situation, as he had been to acquainted with the screams and begging he usually heard. Still, he placed his hands on either side of you, his head moving to awkwardly and slowly bury itself in the crook of your neck - as he had never considered the likes of intercourse before now. He would kick himself if he thought this was anything more than a companionship between two artists - much less love. 

The rhythm of his hips along with your labored breath made for an artistic scene itself, your hands gripping for his scarf as you yanked on it, placing a sloppy and whorish kiss upon his lips. Your back arched, pressing your breasts against his clothed chest - your body aching to feel his skin upon yours. Yet, perhaps, if he would continue to keep you by his side, you'd eventually feel that one day. 

With each thrust, you could feel the entirety of his length unsheathe and sheathe back in, your eyes rolling back into your head as the ecstasy drove you to the brink of your orgasm he had built up with his previous ministrations - his own thrusts becoming labored. Small obscenities were muffled into his scarf as you hid your face in his neck, your skin slick with sweat. The feral groans coming from Stefano had finally sent you over the edge with his hardest thrust, your body freezing as all pleasure overtook you, your hands gripping for wads of his hair. 

Gripping his hair must have been his thing as it caused him to freeze in his spot, a warm spurt of his cum filling you up to the brim. And like a man who had been used to the one-night-stand life, Stefano pulled out, tucking himself away as he zipped his pants up, brushing his hair back into place - leaving you a mess on the bed. He disappeared for a moments time, leaving you to think of all the things that had just transpired. You basically just had sex with your teacher. And you normally kinkshamed that sort of thing with your best friend. But you just contradicted yourself. 

He soon returned, his hands grasping for his camera as he leaned in, pushing your legs apart as he was quick to take pictures of the cum shamelessly slipping out of you - a different mode for him since he was normally taking pictures of red fluid - not white. 

While he may have thought you were the art he was working on creating - you couldn't take your mind off of the idea that Stefano was one of the greatest art pieces to have been made - no art could compare to the noises he made during intercourse - and you experienced it all. 

"Like Michelangelo said," Stefano stood fully, camera in hands. "Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it - I have discovered you."