The day passed horrifically slow. Every moment was spent pining for her, poring over the pictures from the night before. The way her creamy skin was caressed by the light, the contrast of the dark,

textured leather against her slender neck.

She was a prize, and he couldn’t help but touch himself as he stared at her.

His favourite was one where he was looking down on her slightly, and there was a pensive look on her face. Her plush lips a bit pouted, her cheekbones prominent beneath the blindfold, her collarbone peeking out from the loose blouse.

It was an innocent picture, but one he felt captured her. That...