I moistened my lips, eyeing Len's pale skin that I had purposely kept pristine and unblemished for this very day. It had been quite difficult holding back in all honesty as there weren't many occasions I could bring up the suggestions of playing to my fetishes.
However, given the chance by his curiosity... It'd be a waste to lose it. After all, I had plans to taint the blank canvas of his body in the colour I had envisioned all this while.
I just didn't think it'd arrive this quickly.
I lifted a beginner favourite out of my collection, caressing the gentle leather as I took a whiff of its scent. A shiver ran down my spine as a grin tugged on my lips.
I brushed my hand against Len's back, watching him tremble helplessly as he was bound to my St Andrew's Cross. He whimpers softly as his pale skin grew a light tint of pink from his growing arousal.
