Chapter 4
The gallery was filled with different people, its high ceilings filled with the hushed murmurs of patrons as they wandered between canvases and sculptures.
Leonardo’s latest collection, Flesh and Surrender
had its own the space: it showed naked bodies twisted together, women on top of each other, men pressed against each other.
And at the centre of it all, standing beneath the harsh glow of a spotlight, was me, his muse, completely naked, legs spread wide, with socks on my juices dripping down my cunt for everyone to see
I had arrived in a dress that clung to me like a second skin, black silk hugging the swell of my hips, the fabric so thin anyone could see the shadow of my n*****s beneath it.
Leonardo had watched me from across the room, his fingers twitching around a g
