Page 44 of Filthy Hot Prince

“Would you enjoy getting your hands tied up?” Khalid said, his voice serious yet full of mischief.

I pulled away my hand from his wrist. “I didn’t know that the Prince of Azmia was into that stuff.”

Khalid let out a soft chuckle that did terrible things to my body. “Oh, sweet one, I am into all types of stuff.”

He gently tugged a piece of my hair, kissing my cheek as he stood up. “Don’t worry, we have a lot of time to explore and play with all kinds of stuff.”

Khalid

I sat down on the stool once again. The canvas had rough lines and strokes of the chaise and her body. My eyes fleeted from her still body to the canvas. I would have to finish sketching and painting the eyes once everything else was painted. I had never done it before.

I usually finished sketching the eyes at first so that all the other features of face and body could be sketched and painted proportionally and not seem cartoonish. But Valeria was panicking for some reason, and I didn’t want to make her anxious. Telling her to close her eyes would make her feel bad, and I didn’t want her to feel discouraged because of her lack of sight. She was more than enough for the painting and I could adjust anything for her.

Seeing her relaxed body lounging on the chaise with her eyes blindfolded in a black satin, different thoughts took over my mind. Dirty, filthy thoughts. So much so that I had to force myself down and focus on the sketching.

I picked up the charcoal stick for sketching and worked on the sketch. Black lines in curves and waves traced on the canvas as the Sun rose higher.

Valeria’s alabaster skin began to glow when the sun rays fell over her, her body shifting ever so lightly, a small sigh leaving her lips. I tried not to stare at those lips for too long and sketched her dainty face, skipping her eyes until I finished drawing everything. Her hair fell in waves and traced the soft tendril down to her round breast.

I felt tortured and relieved at the same time while drawing her. Her delicious lithe body was inviting me to do whatever I wished. Claim her on the chaise like a wild man.

Ignoring those thoughts and feelings, I felt proud of how much she trusted me. I felt honored to earn her trust to be naked and blindfolded and alone in a different country when she didn’t have her sight.

I finished the rough sketch before lunch and kept the charcoal back in its place, cleaning the black ash of charcoal coating my fingers with a cloth.

“You can relax, my sweet,” I said to her. “I will be right back. I need to wash my hands.”

I ignored the long sigh of hers when I walked to the attached bathroom and rinsed my hands. I stared at my reflection. My hair had been tousled because I had run my hand over it during the sketching. The pupils of my eyes were dilated, and they were shining like dark orbs. I shook my head and splashed cold water on my face.

Who was I kidding? I was definitely aroused.

“Khalid,” her sweet voice called out to me.

I cursed at myself for getting lost in my head and quickly made my way towards her.

Valeria was still sitting on the chaise, a soft glow on her face and over her body. She was still naked. With her eyes blindfolded.

“Should I remove this?” She asked, her fingers brushing the dark cloth over her eyes.

I bent down in front of her, careful not to touch her anywhere else. “I’ll do it for you.” My voice was low when I leaned closer to untie the blindfold.

Seductive, musky scent of roses and something feminine wafted in my nose when I removed the satin. I pulled back and covered her body with a blanket I had placed earlier on the table.

“Did you finish the sketch?” She asked, thankful for the warm blanket surrounding her.

“I did, but I am not letting you touch it until I finish the painting,” I said with a teasing but firm voice. I eyed the small flush on her cheeks and told her to get dressed for lunch.

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(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)

“I love this so much,”Valeria giggled, letting her hand run through the soft mane of the horse.

“Hold on to the reins, Valeria,” I scolded her, concern lacing my voice. “I don’t want you to fall.”

She turned around, our faces inches apart as she smiled up at me. “I trust you. You would never let me fall, Khalid.”

I tightened my hold on her waist.

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