Andley-Artist's Muse Part 5

Andy's P.O.V

I was walking back with mine and Ash's pizza, Craig was going to stop at Ronnie's for the night so it was just going to be me and Ash. I got to the lift when I saw Danny.
"Baby!" I gushed, he walked over to me and kissed me, his hands resting on my hips.
"Hey," he said, pulling back. "What you doing?"
"Getting pizza," I replied, feeling his hands push there way into my jeans. "What are you doing?"
"Feeling," he replied, his fingertip running around the elasticated waist of my panties. "Let me,"
"No Danny!" I exclaimed, pushing his hand away with great difficulty as he was much stronger than me.
"Why not Andy?" he blew out an exasperated breath. "You can't stay a virgin forever,"
"I'm waiting for the right ti-" I started but he cut me off.
"Don't give me any of that crap Andy, we've been dating now for three months and excuse me but I want more then just kissing and hugging," He had been getting like this for about a month now, always pestering me for sex but I was just too scared and he wouldn't accept that.
"Well Danny if you really loved me you would respect me wanting to wait," I said sharply.
"I do love you baby," he whispered, holding my hands.
"I love you too," I replied.
"Then prove it," Giving me a narrowed stare he walked off. I knew what he meant but I just couldn't bring myself to do anything like that until I was more ready. I rode the lift up to the floor our room was on, moments later I strolled through our door. Ash was lying on his bed drawing in his sketchbook, when he saw me coming he quickly hid it, making me wonder what he had drawn. I placed his pizza in front of him.
"There you go," I said.
"Thanks," Ash replied, stuffing a piece into his mouth. A few moments passed while we ate our pizza then Ash got up and walked into the bathroom, seizing the chance I grabbed his sketchbook and opened it. He had been drawing a picture of me, it was an amazing drawing almost as if he had taken a picture. It was me wearing red lace panties and black stockings with matching bows, my hands were tunnelled into my hair, pushing it up and my mouth open in an suggestive way.
"What are you doing?" I heard Ash's voice, looking up I saw him looking at me. Quickly I dropped the sketchbook but not fast enough he came over to me his hands trapping my own above my head, pinning me effectively against the bed.
"I'm sorry, I was just curious," I gasped out, as all his weight pressed against me.
"Curiosity killed the cat," he said, his voice low and husky. "Or In this case the muse,"

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I was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed, my stance spread and on my knees and elbows. I had nothing on except for my black lace panties, Ash's demands. He was at the foot of the bed sketching furiously, if I moved he would pierce me with a look that made my knees shake. I was praying that nobody came through the door otherwise I'd be screwed. My back was beginning to hurt, I shifted a little and gasped as I felt the sting of his belt hit me across the upper thighs.
"I warned you not to move," he hissed at me. "But luckily for your backside I've finished," I heard him get to his feet and out the corner of my eye saw him stand beside me. His hand tracing over my panties and one of his fingers dipping under the skimpy waistband, he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Next time I draw you, these are coming off," I felt his hand leave and undo the handcuffs, sighing in pleasure I allowed my back to stretch. Even though I had only known this man for one day I had a strange sexual and physical attraction to him, I was scared of him but excited.
Hell I was his muse.