Tuesday
“You’re very proud of your new bling,” Aislen smirked, watching as Rhett strutted. It reminded her of Heath’s memory of Rhett, naked but for his tattoos, walking towards him. Heath’s memory must have been of a similar occasion, perhaps when Rhett had finished a major piece and wanted to show the tattoo off to his lover, she thought, as she wriggled back on the bed and lifted onto her elbows to watch Rhett’s display.
“With that much metal, isn’t it a bit heavy?” She teased. It certainly hadn’t seemed to affect his erection at all. He was at full mast, the jewellery on full display.
Rhett’s leer sizzled. “Just you wait, little demon,” he stole Talen’s pet name for her. “When I’m inside of you and you’re wailing in pleasure, you’ll change your tune.” He glanced down, and then lift
