Helaine
“You want me to be your canvas?” His eyes smoldered as he looked down at me, a small grin curling his lip.
My stomach felt like there was a rock in it.
Was he going to reject me? Did I step out onto a very vulnerable limb, only to learn that Evan can only have things one way? After all, this would be the first time during our sessions that I’d asked him to lie back and let me do what I pleased.
But all that nervous tension evaporated the second he started to peal off his heavy leather vest.
“I like it,” he purred, taking me by the chin and leaning in for a quick kiss before he continued. “Pick up your paints and pour out all your hell into me.”
His words made me shiver, and my heart raced as he began to undress.
Evan was slow and methodical as he shed his layers. The metal s
