The Canvas

She spotted him the second he entered the club. A tall, elegantly dressed, powerfully built man who radiated an unmistakeable aura of danger. The mere sight of him always made her insanely wet and ache with desire for him.

She’d scened with most of the guys at the club and quite a few women too and although she’d almost always had a good time, she found that she orgasmed hardest when she knew he was watching…

He’d been coming in for a few weeks now, keeping himself apart, never participating in any scenes or engaging in conversation with others, but always watching her intently whenever she played. He seemed to be studying her, almost as if he was judging her worth.

She lay on the saltire, her wrists and ankles shackled, as the young man laboured with a flogger. Bless him… he tried his best, in fact he…