She stands motionless, hands on her head, eyes cast down towards the floor, naked, the cold air of the warehouse puckering her skin with goosebumps. Footsteps echo in the large, dark space but her eyes remain resolutely down turned. She stands in a pool of harsh white light, lit by the halogen bulbs, the illumination highlighting every perceived imperfection, merciless.
The footsteps approach, her heightened senses allow her to hear soft breathing. She can sense his position behind her, observing, taking in every involuntary muscle twitch, every nervous tremor. She takes a deep breath, her soft breasts rising and falling with the inhalation….exhalation, fighting to control the emotions and sensations threatening to overwhelm her as she closes her eyes.
The muscles of her back, her shoulders tense as she senses his approach, feels his aura envelop her, cold, dark, his breath on her skin she shivers in anticipation…..