Elena's New Piece

Elena's New Piece [part 3 of 23]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

Elena's New Piece

"DeGrazia didn't create his art with just paint or tiles. He used anything at his disposal. Art can be created with anything as long as it exists in one place. Can anyone tell me what I'm talking about?"

Tovar scanned the lecture hall. Some hands raised up but he heard a small voice in the front. It was Monique, a junior, wearing a tiny denim skirt and skimpy form-fitting white top. Aside from her long, shapely legs her striking features were flowing auburn hair and large brown eyes. She was a sexy creature and he knew she'd had a crush on him for some time.

"The heart?" Monique said again. Tovar smiled at the girl, then turned to the class again.

"Monique here says that art can be created as long as it exists in the heart." Tovar spoke loud as he began moving through the lecture all. This was the best way to keep his group alert and paying attention. "Is she correct? Is the heart where true art exists?" There were some nodding heads and some shaking in negative response. He walked back to the front of the class and stood in front of the lovely Monique.

"Your art exists in your heart, Monique?"

The girl nodded with a smile.

"I imagine it is beautiful art," Tovar said so all could hear. He gave her a little smile and she gushed back. The scene he was setting was perfect. Everyone in the class would assume there was a chemistry between he and this gorgeous girl. "So for beauty to be given life as a creative work, it must be felt in the heart. That is the thesis. Is it correct?"

Tovar stood at his podium waiting for a response. "Is this correct? I want to hear some opinions."

"Yes." said another female voice.

"Not always," said a guy in the back, "but having it in your heart makes a difference."

"It depends," said a spectacled girl near the front. "Some art is based on ugliness and that might not come from the heart."

"Where did art exists for DeGrazia?" Tovar said, ignoring the other answers, giving Monique another smile. "Where does it need to exist?" He moved up to her seat in the front and looked at her. The girl folded and unfolded her legs, giving him a good view of her creamy thighs.

"In the head!" Came a voice. Tovar looked up toward the back. "It must exist in the head , the brain, whatever you want to call it."

"Go on," Tovar said to the girl voicing her opinion from the back row.

"According to something I read, artistic vision coming from the heart is, to quote the author, ?a bunch of shit dreamed up by mindless, talentless wannabes waiting for insipid inspiration.'"

Tovar looked at Monique and smiled, trying to convey what a poor, misguided soul the girl in the back was. The sexy student shook her head as if to say, ?Yeah what a bitch she is back there.'

"We'll discuss this at the next class. I want you to get familiar with DeGrazia. Now get out of here." Tovar patted Monique's shoulder as she got up and moved out with the other students. In a few minutes he was alone in the lecture hall except for the girl from the back row who'd quoted an author.

"Where did you find that quote?" Tovar asked without looking up from his papers as she walked up.

"A certain editorial written by a certain college professor in some obscure journal years ago."

Tovar looked up and peered into the dark eyes of Elena Erickson. "He might be right."

"Oh he might be, huh," Elena shook her head. "Unless some half wit model thinks it all comes from the heart like a little bunny rabbit."

"Half wit?" Tovar smirked. "You give her too much credit."

"You were so obvious," Elena spat. "Made me sick."

"My my," Tovar said with a grin. "I do like to see some fire. Maybe something will filter into your brain and you can do something with it."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you haven't turned in any photos or drawings the past two weeks. Monique at least turns in work, such as it is." Tovar moved away from Elena and turned the light switch off at the door.

"I have other classes you know. There was no set assignment, Tovar!"

Tovar looked at her in the pale light coming through the door window but then he locked it and closed the blinds putting them in darkness. With his hand on her collar bone he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her mouth hard and deep.

"Assignments? Are you are an artist or just a student waiting for assignment?" Her neck was soft under his teeth as Tovar fought the urge to bite her, wanting her to feel him through pain. Instead he kissed neck, giving her a hint of his nibble. "Tell me what you are, Elena."

"An artist," she said quietly with a moan. Tovar took her ear in his teeth.

"The other classes are a means to an end, but they will not be an excuse to forego your work for me. Do I make myself clear?" He slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes."

"I ought to fuck you right here in this lecture hall, little girl." Tovar put his weight against her, slid his hand up under her sweater and squeezed her small, firm breast encased in a lacy bra.

"Take me, Tovar. I want you to fuck the shit out of me." Elena was writhing against the wall. He could feel her wanton lust there for the taking, but he backed off, releasing her.

"You will come to my house tonight and you will bring me something. I want to see something new."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight, why you have a date or some stupid shit?"

As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could Elena's form go rigid with anger. "Is it so hard to believe I have a life outside of you, Tovar?"

"No," he replied. "If it's something great then by all means don't come tonight. Monique may want to show me some of her work." Tovar laughed inside at the thought of even spending five minutes viewing the banal expressions of the thoughtless Monique, though her shapely legs wrapped around his waist might be nice.

"Fuck you, Tovar." Elena tried the door but it was locked. Tovar took her by the hair gently and pulled her body back against him.

"Come or don't come. Your choice." Tovar suckled her ear lobe. "But the next time I see you I expect to see something new."

"Whatever."

Tovar unlocked the door and let her go. "Get the fuck out of here." In seconds Elena Erickson was gone, slamming the door on her way out.

It was late that evening and Tovar had figured his prized pupil has called his hollow bluff. He sat in his robe drinking some barolo and feeling himself get slightly buzzed when he saw lights appear in his window. He opened the door and watched her walk up the pathway. Elena was in black head to toe, her top plunged below her neck with a revealing hint of her mounds. Over her shoulder she carried a massive turquoise bag. "A robe, huh Tovar?" Elena grinned as she walked past him into the house. "Dressed up for my visit?" Tovar saw Elena looking around as she went to the table and put her bag down.

"Wine, miss Erickson?" Tovar asked.

"I don't drink that crap, you know that."

Tovar walked up behind her and rubbed her neck. "I have water, coke and tea?" Elena shook her head. He could sense she was pissed at him and he loved it. "Why did you come so late?"

"I don't know." Again Elena looked around, ignoring his stroking hand. Tovar realized suddenly she came late to see if she'd find him with someone else here, namely Monique. Interesting, he thought to himself.

"What's in the tent?" Tovar quipped as he sipped his wine and picked up the huge, bright bag, looking inside. It was a painting of a hummingbird. Upon further inspection he saw more hummingbirds in the background. All of the birds, including the featured one, were painted in the realist style around what appeared to be a dead tree. Some of the birds in the rear had skulls for faces. It was a dark, hopeless image of sheer brilliance. Without betraying his admiration, he slid the painting back into the bag.

"I thought photography and sketching were your specialties?" Tovar looked at Elena, expressionless, in awe of the talent standing before him.

"I like to dabble in everything. I've been working on that a few days and finished it today." Dabble, thought Tovar? How could such a young girl have a gift in three types of expressive art? "You wanted something new, there it is. Is it good?"

Tovar didn't answer her question, instead he hoisted her over his shoulder and moved toward the stairs. He pulled off her flat shoes and tossed them aside.

"What the fuck are you doing, Tovar?"

"Taking you upstairs. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to take you?"

"Maybe I don't want to fuck you now! Ever think of that?"

"Tell me to stop then," Tovar said ascending the stairs with his quarry. He gave her a hard slap on her ass through the tight black pants. "You came late thinking you might catch Monique here, didn't you?" He spanked her again, harder this time.

"Fuck you!" Elena's voice went up in tone, she was excited. Tovar could feel her emotions.

"Maybe I already fucked her and sent her on her way."

"You're an asshole, Tovar. Just like everyone says." He felt soft punches on his back as he kicked the bedroom door open.

"Tell me to stop," he said again. Elena said nothing. Tovar flipped her to the bed, laying her across the mattress. "Tell me to stop."

"No!"

Tovar and Elena entwined in a passionate wrestling match as they kissed each other while pawing at each other's body, relieving themselves of her clothes and his robe. Once he had his young student naked he pressed her neck to the bed with a firm, but gentle hand.

"Tell me you're mine. Say it or I'll order you out of this house and out of my class."

"Uh," Elena stammered.

"Uh what?"

"I'm yours," she said. "Obviously." In Elena's eyes, Tovar could see the slightest glimmer of fear, but more than that there was want, desire, lust and need.

Keeping her crosswise on the bed, Tovar slid his cock into her wet, tight hole. He stared down into her dark eyes as he took her repeatedly with deep, hard, penetrating thrusts. Flickers of pain were evident in both her gaze as well as her soft whimpers. Harder and harder, he took her without let-up, his hands moving over her ribs, tummy and hips, avoiding the erotic zones of her body so she could focus on the feeling of his cock invading her snug slit. He felt her bend her legs at the knees, raising them to rock back and forth to help him get deeper.

"Say it again," he said with a hard stare, his cock drilling into her, making her tits shake as she kept her arms above her head, grabbing and twisting at the comforter.

"I'm....yours...." Elena moaned, pushing the back of her head into the bed. Tovar was drilling her like owned property, fucking the shit out of her as she had requested earlier. He was taking her the way he knew she needed to be taken.

All of a sudden, without warning, Tovar stopped mid-thrust. Staring once again into the ebony eyes of his oh-so-precious young genius, he began going slower, entering her inch by inch, sliding back and forth as slowly as he possibly could, feeling the walls of her pussy constrict and flex against his manhood.

"Don't stop," Elena pleaded. "Don't stop." Tovar smiled and grinded his cock into her hole, pressing a hand to the top of her sex, rubbing her clit. She was insane under him.

"I'm not stopping," he said quietly. "Merely changing things up. This is how a good lover keeps things interesting my sweet Elena."

"Oh God, oh God," Elena kept saying.

Tovar saw her eyes go wide when he used his hand against her clit to push her upper body over the side of the bed. Bending her body mid back, her arms, head, and shoulders over the edge, he started ramming his cock into her with ferocity. Elena was screaming while he hammered away at her sopping wet slit.

"What the fuck are you doing? Oh god."

"You feel the blood rushing to your head, Baby?" Tovar asked, never stopping his barrage of thrusts. "Do you?"

"Yeaahhhhhhhh," she moaned. Tovar pressed down on her tummy, just below her navel, tightening her up and holding her lower back to the bed to keep her from falling on her head and to prevent her from getting a spinal strain. His thrusts slowed just enough to keep her in place but he never stopped, taking her as a man possessed.

"The blood rushing to your head can sometimes make your orgasm even more powerful. I will not let you up from there until you cum on my cock!" Tovar again grinded his cock against her slit. "Or until you pass out."

As Tovar kept on, thrusting, grinding and rubbing, he felt Elena go into a whirlwind of physical sensations until he heard her guttural groan come up from the other side of the bed.

"I'm gonna cum," she screamed. "I'm gonna cum!" Tovar felt the warmth of her cream and slowed down to enjoy it while she deliriously bounced herself up and down against his hands until she was spent. Only after he pumped his hot cream deep inside her body did he help her back up on to the bed.

"I still feel so lightheaded," Elena said sometime later as she lay her head on Tovar's chest. "You were right, it made the orgasm incredible. How do you know all these things?" She kissed his neck while he stroked her soft dark hair.

"Experience. That's all it is." Tovar didn't want to talk, he preferred to lay there thinking about the hummingbird piece. To him the skulls represented the future of the earth. Then again, who knows? What he did know was that the young girl sharing his bed and sexual favors was of extraordinary ability and he must control and nurture her. Through control he could keep her close and help her grow as an artist and in turn give himself a reason for living.

"I love how you make me cum, Tovar. It's different with you." Elena placed her chin on his chest and smiled up at him.

"Speaking of cumming, you will start asking my permission to cum."

"What?" Elena giggled. "Are you serious?" He gave her a look that indicated his resolve. "Uh, okay, if that's what turns you on, Baby."

"It's more than that," he said. "It's part of the beauty of control and knowing one's role."

"Okay, okay," Elena whispered, kissing his torso. "Did you like my painting?"

"It was pretty good," Tovar replied, then changed the subject. "Do you want to sleep here tonight?"

"Yes, Baby."

"Then get down there and suck my cock. I want to fall asleep with it in your mouth."

Elena Erickson, Tovar's secret prodigy, giggled again but took him in her mouth slowly, rubbing her hand over his thighs as she lay her head across his body. Tovar caressed her back and hips, loving the feel of her skin, but in his head he kept seeing her work, her photos, her drawings, and that painting of the hummingbirds, over and over until he drifted to sleep.

TJC