The Canvas of Submission - part 1

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For artist Laura, the canvas is her world, but passion alone can't pay the bills. Drowning in debt and on the verge of losing everything, she receives an invitation that feels like a lifeline: a private dinner with the wealthy and enigmatic art patron, Marco.

The evening is more intoxicating than she could have imagined. Marco doesn't just see her talent; he sees her. He offers her the world: a dream studio, financial freedom, and the chance to finally create without compromise. But his proposition comes with a steep price.

He doesn't just want to support her art. He wants to own the artist. In exchange for everything she's ever wanted, Laura must surrender herself to him completely, becoming his exclusive possession. Can she trade her freedom for her dreams? In a world of dark desires and absolute control, she might discover a passion more consuming than art itself.

Tags: BDSM romance, Dark erotic romance, Dominant male, Submissive female, Billionaire romance, Ownership, Power play, Sex

Words: 11 049

Story sample - 

Laura nervously smoothed her cheap dress as the taxi stopped in front of the restaurant, a name she knew only from glossy magazines. She entered the restaurant with her heart in her throat... and stopped, completely stunned. She had expected the bustle of a Friday evening, laughter and the clinking of glasses, but she was greeted only by silence and the gaze of a single man, sitting at the best table with a view of the night city. Marco Moretti.

Marco stood by the distant table, a silhouette against the panoramic window overlooking the city at night. Tall, in a suit that must have cost more than her yearly rent, with dark hair slicked back and short, well-kept stubble. He turned slowly, as if he knew the exact moment she would lift her eyes to him. His eyes, dark and piercing, sized her up from head to toe, without a hint of a smile, only with an intensity that made her mouth go dry. He smiled, but it was the smile of a predator observing its prey.

Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he walked to the table and with a light, elegant motion, pulled out a chair for her, opposite his own. "Laura," he spoke, his deep voice sending shivers down the nape of her neck. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation."

Laura just nodded silently, her heart beating somewhere up in her throat. She settled into the plush chair, feeling like an intruder in this luxury, in his world. "Th-thank you for the invitation, Mr... Moretti," she stammered, and immediately cursed herself for her own insecurity. The entire restaurant just for them? It was... insane. Eccentric. Exactly as the few articles she’d found had described him.

"Please, Marco is enough," he smiled again, that same predatory smile. He sat down opposite her. He fixed his gaze on her, scanning her from head to toe, unabashedly, as if evaluating another piece of art for his collection. "I admit, your work has intrigued me. It has... a rawness. A passion." He paused, taking a sip from his glass. "But I was even more intrigued by its author." His gaze slid shamelessly to her lips, then lower, to the neckline of her simple dress.

Laura's throat tightened. She knew where this was going. She felt it in her bones, in the way he looked at her, in the fact that he had emptied the entire damn restaurant for them. This wasn't just about art.