She walks into the club, glancing around apprehensively. He told her to meet him here, that he would have a surprise for her, but she doesn’t see him anywhere. The club is black and smoky, filled with flashing lights and pulsing bodies.
Tag: leather straps
feathers
Feathers trail over my skin, tickling the exquisitely painful welts that run the length of my body. I squirm in pleasure, writhing against the leather straps holding me to the couch. Behind the blindfold my eyes blink carefully, darkness the only thing I can see.