Flimsy

She stood in the dim light, waiting, biting her glossed bottom lip. Nervous, delighted, a bit unsure.

He said he would be there at 19.00 sharp, which meant be there ready to please, at least 15 minutes early.

Closing her eyes, she gripped the backrest of the chair. Breathing softly through her nose, she sought her center.

Slight, imperceptible. The click of the door opening.

With a practiced ease she did not feel, stepped over to the settee.  Leaning forward, one knee raised to support her weight, she  bowed her head.  Presenting her ass to him, a sleek sculpture made of flesh and muscle.

He walked and stood behind her.

As usual, no words, only breath echoing between them, against the walls.

The heat of his hand, held just over her trembling left cheek, tightened in anticipation of the beating to come.

~ by daturainoxia on December 30, 2008.