The Billionaire Rockstar's Submissive
Much like the office, the room was furnished with taste and a Japanese style that made me feel like I’d been transported into the films from my own time of geisha and the men they tried to charm.
A low bed sat off to the right, clean, black and white with yet more cherry blossom trees, and beyond that, on the wall, the three paintings he’d spoken of. Each of them in a similar style, and each of them sporting a naked courtesan lying or sitting in a suggestive but graceful pose. All three appeared to be occupied by a letter, a pen in one hand as if they were writing.
Despite the letters, each woman was looking off into the distance, almost lovelorn. They were beautiful, suggestive and sad, all
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