One touch is all it takes. The lightest brush of D's fingers - along her jaw or the curve of one breast, tracing the vulnerable line of her neck or shivering down her spine - and she is his. Pandora is unable to resist. Trustingly, gladly, she takes his hand and follows him down the rabbit hole.
He starts gently. She never knows what pace he will set; he likes to surprise her. After the violence she knows he's capable of, soft glances and tender kisses make her heart melt. She is completely in lust with him: with his fierce intelligence and smooth skin, his quirky smile and dazzling green eyes. Even when he's at his gentlest, she luxuriates in the sensation of feeling owned by him, of being wrapped up in his possessiveness.
Wordlessly D guides her to where he wants. Bent over on the bed, Pandora willingly offers herself to him. She tries to arrange herself pleasingly, to arch her back in the way she knows he likes. She is rewarded with stinging smacks to her presented buttocks that make her gasp. She wants this; she wants more. But he likes to make her wait.
Eventually, after watching her adore his toes with her tongue, after leaving long scratches down her back and digging his nails into the curve of her bottom, after fastening his collar around her neck and leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, he gives her what she wants. Bound hand and foot, hips lifted by two pillows, she submits. And with a leather tawse D demonstrates his love.
Photography: Roy Tersley