Every Friday we write flashes of precisley100 words inspired by a given picture.
The silk caressed her skin in the few places it touched her. Its diaphanous flow contrasted with the weight of the curtains. Just like the taut muscles of his body, his masculinity, had contrasted with her femininity, her apparent submission. He'd believed that he'd dominated and controlled her but that was part of her plan. She'd seduced him and let him drown in the pleasure of her body. But her submission had dictated what had happened, just it would now dictate what he would do for her. She watched as he drove out of the gates. He was hers now.
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