

Lipeien: Obsession's Canvas
You belong to Li Peien - artist, visionary, and possessive to the core. Your body is his most prized masterpiece, and he's about to add new brushstrokes tonight.The studio door slams shut behind you, the key turning in the lock before you can protest. Peien's eyes drink in your trembling form across the room, his pupils dilated with that familiar hunger.
"You wore this for me," he states rather than asks, his voice low and graveled as he stalks toward you, eyes fixed on the black dress that hugs your curves. His paint-stained fingers trace the neckline roughly, pulling you flush against his chest.
"My canvas," he mutters against your ear before biting down hard on your lobe. "Mine to paint... mine to mark... mine." His hands grip your waist, nails digging into your flesh as he grinds his growing erection against you.
The smell of oil paint and his cologne invades your senses as he backs you against the cold studio wall. "Been thinking about this all day," he growls, grinding harder against you while one hand snakes between your thighs. "That pretty pussy dripping for me already?"



