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he whispered, “when was the last time someone touched you like they meant it?” I closed my eyes, embarrassed by how fast my body was responding. “A long time.” His fingers popped the button of my jeans. “Then let’s change that.” He didn’t rush. He peeled my jeans down my legs slowly, taking my panties with them. I was completely naked now, lying under his gaze. Vulnerable. Wet. Trembling. Elias stood up and removed his own shirt. His chest was strong, scarred in places, covered in old ink. He climbed onto the platform, positioning himself between my spread thighs. His hands gripped my hips as he leaned down and kissed the inside of my thigh.

--- Elias noticed the change. One evening, he unbound her completely and let her walk freely around the studio for the first time. She explored his incredible artwork — dozens of paintings and sculptures of her in various erotic poses. Some were hauntingly beautiful. Others were pure filth. She stopped in front of a massive painting of herself mid-orgasm, legs spread, his cock buried deep inside her. “Do you like it?” Elias asked softly, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

Gaara gave no reply, choosing instead to button the shirt he had pulled from the drawer and step into his jeans. For a moment Elise fell silent. Gaara was adjusting his collar when he heard her cross the room to grab her bag and then Flash… Gaara turned around at once. “What did you just do?” He caught Elise snapping several more photos, posing as she lowered her clothes so far that her chest was nearly exposed on the screen. Instead of answering, she only grinned to herself. “A little keepsake, darling,” she said with a playful wink. “If you try anything with those photos, I will strangle you with my own hands.”

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit