Member-only story
How I Always See Your Nakedness
How I’m Attracted To Your Danger
They’ve been at this for hours. The thought runs through her head as her naked body aches. Her muscles protest in the constant sitting state he has her in. It’s a strange sort of meditation her mind falls into. He traces the lines of her back. The sound of his brushstrokes fill the air. She swears he can see the mole on her left rib cage. His gaze feels like the heat of his fingertips tracing with a purposeful trek. Her head looks over her shoulder staring endlessly at nothing and everything.
She shifts the weight in her hips. It’s a kind of tightness that spreads out into her bones. The constant stillness is an unending quiet. Her arm covers her breasts in a scooping up embrace. There’s a sort of meditative torture he’s doing to her. She wants to look back at him, yet she knows the rules they’re playing.
I will fuck you after I make you wait and abide by my rules. I’m going to draw you and have you wait until I’m done. Break the rules and we shall find ways of the punishment.
“You have a beautiful back. Like, the lines of it, curves, it’s like a road map that has no ending.”
His voice breaks the quiet. Something deep and inherently playful. She wants to see him and her shoulders tense at his voice. A light chuckle releases from her…
