The room is silent, candles flickering and casting shadows upon the walls.
The collar around her neck leashes her senses with it’s weight
the scent of the leather stirring her.
Her head is erect but her eyes are downcast.
She focuses on the floor underneath her hands and knees in an attempt to steady her breathing,
to calm the chaos within.
The flutter of excitement and arousal proves difficult to tame.
She can feel it when he enters the room.
The subtle change.
The shift in the air.
Her body reacts in the only way it ever has
A sharp quiver of desire that makes her skin tingle, that causes her nipples to harden,
eager and ready for his touch,
arousal damp upon her thighs.
She feels his eyes upon her
from the top of her head, to her painted toes and all of the curves in between.
The first touch is electric and she moans, in spite of herself.
His crop traces her spine and the curve of her arse,
lingering between her legs to probe her sensitive flesh,
to tease her
building the ache until she is consumed
with a feverish need.
Desperate to know
all he wants to teach
and all she wants to learn.
Photograph taken from Pinterest